Saturday, December 19, 2015

NAKED STREET


"There are scenes hidden in an open street until clicked."
                                                                           -Leone Moonrose-



Seeing the invisible.
Notice the unnoticed.


Find the beauty through reality of the so-called natural in a concrete jungle...
The street.



Observe everything on its environment.
What do you see?
Aren't you seeing the naked truth in every lie? 
Aren't you seeing the naked street flashed before the lens of your naked eyes?


"It is not just about who are you seeing,
it is all about what are you seeing,.. and WHY."


One fine morning, with a bunch of self confidence in my pocket, a bag of positive insights and a great desire to capture interesting subjects, I went out, headed towards the concrete jungle.




I was walking along the so-called busy street, with my DSLR camera in my hand, ready to click anything that captures my attention. The usual scenario of people going to and fro from their homes to respective business, works, schools or malls wearing different faces, flaunted before my eyes. 



It's a typical busy street with all kinds of people (masked or unmasked) from different races, trying to make a decent living or try undressing people's innocence - the street children, beggars, the homeless and the societies nobodies that populated the place.



It is ended a jungle where predators control the place and preys try to live for survival.
It is a street where pedestrian oriented safety and navigation feature were removed.. leaving all the unsolved crimes behind.
It is a place where morality issue is left behind the corner.


It is a busy street ...
dressed with nakedness!

I wonder...
Is it the beauty of the so-called "natural" in a concrete jungle?
Where did all the so-called servant leaders go?
Where are the assigned authorities to man the busy street and maintain safety?
Where are the implemented laws (or do they really have laws)?

I didn't hear anything from the "alta-sociedad" personalities and politicians who once stepped down in this concrete jungle to give promises asking support, just to get more votes during election... 
I can't hear them, seriously!
Am I deaf? or their voice are simply not audible to ordinary citizen?

I hear no voice...
I even hardly hear the engine humming, car horns, yells, laughter and alien words from different creatures in the street.
I hardly hear the cries and pleas of people who were victim of stealing, murder and other street crimes which until now remained unsolved.

I heard only one voice...
the voice of survival from injustice. 

I heard it, but my eyes refused to see.


...My lens couldn't capture a thing.
My naked eyes have seen nothing but a "naked street", clothed with uncertainty, false hopes and injustice.






Sunday, September 27, 2015

WHAT'S ON THE OTHER SIDE? (try to find answers)


Posted by: Leony Moonrose
Courtesy of: Lavi Singh


Sometimes we have so much going on in our heads that we just go around in circles. We ask too many questions and the rest are left unanswered.
We try to ask others, yet they seemed not to bother at all.




One of the questions bugging my mind is, "Why do we compare ourselves to others?" 

We always complain that our life is not great. We think and believe that other people get better life than us. Consciously or unconsciously, we have this inner desire to acquire what they have and wish to be like them. We disregard the fact that there are many people who are less fortunate than us.

Why do we focus on what others have, instead of recognizing our own blessings and be grateful about it? 
Envy? Jealousy?
Why do we always look at one side?

If we try to look around us, we could actually see the other side, yet we refuse to see. Why? that's one of the many questions.

During our teenage life, we start to realize how our parents trust people. They teach us to be trustful and loving. In return we love them more and with much respect, we find ourselves listening to every single thing they say, -- like never get envious, do good with people because when we do good we will reap goodness. If we show them kindness and make them happy, we will get the happiness we deserve. 
This is their legacy that leaves an indelible mark on us.

But life is tough...
and so are people.
Usually, things won't turn out the way we wanted it to be or the way our parents has pictured it for us.
We cannot expect people to treat us the way we treated them with:
-love
-trust
-compassion

It just all happen on the other side.
So there goes a bunch of questions...

What’s the point of trusting when the people whom we trust aren’t trustworthy at all? 

Do good values work only to family or blood relation? 
Why do we need to be good when there is a choice not to?

What’s the use of making people happy when all they know is hurt? 

Some people show us care and concern when things are smooth but when times get rough do they really care that much?

We sometimes give a promise to someone that we never gonna let them hurt come what may. 
Does this really work? 
Isn’t it like a promise written on water?

I wished things were trouble-free and questions were easy
..that could be handled even by kids of yesterday.

As we grow old, things are getting complicated.
We bumped into wrong relationships, meet wrong people at the right place or right people in the wrong place.
We stumbled into wrong decisions after pure intentions.
Then we start to say, "How I wish things were on the other side".

How I wish there's a rewind...
So I could drive my life simply like a kid and experience back the sweet moments of my youth.. 
picking up every memories meant to be treasured and savor its sweetness with the loving care of my parents.

oh darn!
I missed my childhood.
I missed being a kid..
...having bonding with parents
I missed how they took good care of me and didn’t even sleep because I was in pain.. even simple pain like stomach upset, tooth ache or fever..
I missed those times when I feel safe in their presence.
... those times on how I get relax when they gave me a tight hug, a kiss at my forehead that made me forget all the worries,
I missed those moments each time I have questions and they’re always there to answer me…
I missed my innocence.



Now, I am in the other side of the world..
I am in a complicated world where simple questions are left unanswered
I feel like I am in the other dimension, where simplicity doesn’t exist.
I am in a world where mother or father’s care is almost forgotten because of the influences of someone who came into our lives
I am in a world where sons and daughters couldn’t stay awake all night long just to hold their parents hands..
A kind of world where parents are mostly left unattended and deprived from all sort of comfort,
I am in this side of the world they call…. REAL.

What is more valuable in this kind of world?

If I would be given a chance to choose which side of the world I would be..

I would buy back yesterday and start anew
 ...on the other side



What is that side?




These questions 
will remain unanswered unless 
we continue the journey

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Making Oneself Available for Others

by: Leony Moonrose

Most of us are too busy at work. We are lucky if we could spend sometime to our friends. Usually, if we need to chill out a bit, we resort to opening social sites and check our friends, saying hello to them, do a little chit chat and then go back to our busy lives.

Everything runs smoothly. We resort to opening social sites so we could freely talk to our friends and to somehow reduce the stress. But unfortunately, there are friends who hardly understand our lifestyle. Once they see us online they started claiming our time by talking to us longer than the alloted time we set for socialization. Sad to say, we gain a lot of stress rather than reducing it because the moment we try to leave or we couldn't reply their messages,  they start saying we are ignoring them.

Part of my mind says, "who the heck are they?" to demand my presence and give false accusations about me. But then again, its a cyber world, where people have different thinking, belief and culture. I have to adjust. I have to be flexible. 

I remember one person. I met him months ago in social site.

One evening, I saw him again, we had a chat about life and technology.  I found out that he has knowledge in technology although he’s a chef. I asked him about software on Internet Protocol Address or  IP address.  He asked my skype account so he could give me the file and he could teach me how to use it.

We talked at skype that one evening. However, instead of discussing about the software he has given me, our topic was centered on his life story. I didn’t mind because I feel like he needs someone to talk to. I was there with a listening ear. He was so sad and down, all alone (with his dog) and it was a good feeling that I was able to accompany him and gave him advice. I made myself available for him that moment, listening at his sad stories.

From there on, we often talked at skype (no cam).  Days passed,  I still didn’t know on how to use the software application. I dropped the desire of learning it though. Besides I was very busy at work.

My being busy has a negative impact to this person. He started accusing me that I was ignoring him.. that I did not reply his message, that I’m not good friend of him because I have no time with him.. until it reached to the point that he accused me of something I didn’t even do. He used foul words at me and he splashed stinky stuff I couldn’t imagine he is capable of doing.  I asked myself then, what is friendship for this man and who is he to demand much of my time.

The worst is, he is not the only person who acts like this. I met many of them. Does it mean, many people do not really know what friendship is?  or they just use the word “friend” so they could take advantage of?

This scenario is so often in social sites. If you are a kind of person who aren’t used to dealing with depressed people, you certainly ended up having stress or heart attack. It’s good to be nice, but its not good to expose ourselves in solving other people’s problems and caprices. 

We are now in technology world, but it doesn’t mean that we rely ourselves on cyber people nor get affected by them. We should respect each others lifestyle and belief. We socialize yes, but we must be wise enough in choosing whom we talk to.  Abusers are everywhere and so are good people.  Ignore the abusers treasure the good ones.

Men are basically good. In fact, we all have a good heart.   
                                                    
It just depends on when we call it out to shine forth for other people. Maybe we are doing good things in a small way, such as showing support to our friends, or that we really go out to help those in need, or listening our friends problems.



Being a good friend to someone is worthwhile because we do not only help others, we also learn so much about the real world. And in doing good, we feel so satisfied and happy.  

Also we need to realize that there are many people less fortunate than us. Even at a young age they have to face a lot of heartaches from family troubles. That’s one reason why we see other people who acts differently than us. Instead of hating or hurting them, we need to understand them and pray for them.

Make yourself available for others.. even just in prayer.

Prayer does miracle :)

Sunday, July 26, 2015

FACES OF FRIENDSHIP

Posted by: Leony Moonrose
Courtesy of Lavi Singh
                         

Friends?
In this kind of world we are now,
They are quite scary
They expect me to know who they are
They expect me to greet them
If I don’t, they start hitting me
They make it a guessing game
I have to correctly guess they are my friends
If not, I’ll end up into trouble again.



Friends make a lot of difference. We can see them everywhere wearing different faces. When you’re going about your day, walking down the street, getting on the subway, in shopping malls, or watching football game, we meet our casual or close friends, exchanging nods, hi’s and hello’s, shaking hands with them.


As we mingle, we see their faces.
Some have happy faces, others have blank face
Some have angry scowls, others are sad, worried souls
Some are impatient while others are peaceful and content,
..yet they are our friends in different faces.

We pass by all those faces,
 and we know that behind each face… is a story.
Yes a story.
A story that runs the gambit of all human emotions.
                                                
She was motorbiking home..
No, not in her real home but somewhere she felt at home.
In a corner of no place where she could scream out loud with no voice…

Driving her way
Feeling hurt and angry
A car coming next to her, moving slowly, keeping pace with her.
A guy in the front passenger seat rolling down his window,
claiming as her friend, asking for direction,
Telling him, the guy not seemingly listened
The car stopped.
Braked her bike.
The guy jumped out of the car, grabbed her.
The guy unlocked the trunk, throwing her in.
The trunk lid banged shut.
she screamed.
Darkness.

Who is she? She’s a friend.
Who’s the gangster? He’s also a friend.
Who needs to rescue her? Supposedly a friend.
But what happened was…
she'd been rescued by a stranger
and that stranger has become her friend.

Sometimes, we trust someone so easily. We share our secrets only to find out that the person whom we trust just make us pay back with disrespect and insult and is not quite deserving of our trust and friendship. We blindly believe that the person we consider a friend is true to us and be with us through thick and thin. Late to realize that they are just wearing their masks and play the art of pretending.

It’s not easy nowadays to find a friend. Friendship should be without any profit. Nowadays if you have good status, a lot of people try to walk with you. But if you have nothing besides good heart, they don’t really care at all.

Money talks all over. Most people need friendship for benefits. If they know that you have something, they stay with you, but when hard time comes people always show their back and run away.

Beforehand, I didn’t believe much in real friendship..
or should I say, I didn’t notice because what I’ve seen were bullying and disrespect.
I made friends only for business and social needs until one day I realized that friendship is not a one-way street.


Let us try to see the positive faces of our friends

Sometimes you get mad with friends because they stop you from doing something out of the line. They correct your mistakes instead of tolerating your vices and caprices. Well, it’s not really a bad thing. If you have good friend he should be hard on you sometimes for your own good. If your friend always tell you about you are right just to please you, then you'll never gonna learn nor improve your life and you’ll be deprived from knowing your real worth as a person.

We all need a friend who make us real human not just a show off individual.
We need someone who would correct us and make us think of what is right or wrong.

I remember in old days people trust that much. They let their friends stay their house, they work together, share every single thing. But nowadays, if you bring someone to your house, they always break that trust.  They may call you brother or sister but when they saw family member they always put bad eye on them.

It would be easier to find God (God's words) than to find a trusted person nowadays.

I firmly believe that when you are in a relationship, either family, friend or lover, you gotta have respect for that relationship. Once you call someone a friend, show your genuine self and wear a pure silver heart.

They said true friend is hard to find. If you can have at least one true friend, you are one lucky person.
                                  


     
I am lucky then. I met many friends both in real and in cyber world and few of them I considered priceless. They are not easy to find. I feel so blessed because God gave them to me. I feel so proud because whenever I need them, they’re always there, never show their back no matter what happen and no matter we get mad, at the end we’re together again.
I found a precious gem in the heart of my true friends.
A Friend I can trust with close eyes ..
A Friend who will stand by me 'till the end of time.






Building trust takes ages, yet just a second to break it.




The different faces of friendship have us believe they are so different from us, yet we come to understand that behind those different faces, we all share the same “story”.

Getting back on the story of the abducted lady mentioned above…      
She questioned the people who used to greet her with beautiful smile each time she woke up
She questioned those whom she called friends
Where are they?
She needs answer
She needs light
She needs you..

…Whom she calls-  A FRIEND.

Do you have what you call a genuine friend?
Again If you have, you are one lucky person.           

Monday, July 20, 2015

Give Immigrants a Fair Chance

By:  Lavi Singh 




If we look back throughout history, we can see how work evolved phase by phase. The first phase of work was comprised of family occupation by default, meaning you were born to do your parent’s job. If they were businessman, you became a businessman, If your dad was an engineer, you became an engineer. A carpenter, you became a carpenter. A farmer, you became a farmer. Very few were able to deviate from this path due to limited opportunities. Some have worked in different field and the rest become jobless.  The tendency, workers need to work abroad, leave their families behind for greener pasture.

They cross from country to country. They become immigrants.
They migrated from their respective hometown just to work abroad, believing that one day, they'll gonna have a good life.

Who are these immigrants?

Are they people? or something like animal that do not belong to this world?

When God created human, He never put a tag on them. So why do people say about legal and illegal settlers? Are they not of the same world too? Why do human makes border and boundaries when God give us all equal rights?

Many people hate illegal immigrants but no one dares to find out the root cause of why they become one. 
Nobody bothers why they left their families, their homes, parents, kids and all their loved ones. 
Nobody cares about how they feel. 
Yes nobody…  
because everyone is busy enjoying the services given by the so-called immigrants (that they hate).

Birds migrate from one place to another. They didn’t worry at all. They just fly.. fly away.. searching for food and when evening starts to fall, they could come back to their respective places which they considered “home”. Those birds are too lucky for they have their own home where they could rest, while immigrants leave no choice but to keep on working day and night, sacrificing themselves for the sake of their families who were left behind. You can never understand their anguish, their pain and longings unless you put yourself in their shoes.

Nowadays all people like to sit in an air conditioned (AC) room. No one wants to work under the heat of the sun. All just want easy money, but nobody understands that the food they eat comes from farm which only run by illegal immigrants. Ninety Nine percent (99%) of farm workers are illegal settlers and they work hard, yet people can’t pay them right money because they have no papers.

Life has given people bad breaks which force them to rob. There is no humanity left.
Greediness and selfishness reign in the heart of blood sucker politicians, government officials and employees. They are after of their bulky pockets rather than showing care and concern to societies nobodies.

How many kids we see every day with iPhone, iPad or PC? And how many are those who don’t even get food for survival, not even a single time a day; some get triple filtered water and others get just from the pond; some have lot of choices yet others have just empty stomach under the sun. 
We are lucky enough to go to fast food restaurant, spend a lot of money on food stuff which we sometimes do not touch nor eat and we just leave it in the trash. Did we say a little prayer of thanksgiving for the abundance we have? I doubt on that. Perhaps there are few, but the rest never thank God because we have such a nice life and we get all whatever we need for a living and sometimes more than we deserve.

Lets take a look about humanity. We all just look someone to give hard time, all people against immigrants and immigration but there is a place and reason why they take this hard design. If someone tell us to stay in a jungle for a single day, we get scared even if we know that somebody is accompanying us all the way. But for those immigrants, they fearlessly took the risk, they walk in their bare feet, under the heat of the sun, walks thousand miles without food or water.. all they have in their pocket is hope and a single dream that reflects in their sorrowful yearning eyes. A single dream that one day they will have a brighter future for the family. They left behind so many promises to cheer their loved ones, armed with determination and hopes, they started the journey towards uncertainty.

Illegal immigrants life is not easy, It is often hard. They need to face new problems every single day.

I have no idea why people think illegal in a country is crime. Why it has become a crime?

Because they have no papers? How could they have it when they couldn’t even get a visa because they don’t have enough money to process it. That’s the main reason why they need to work abroad, to earn money for the families and make their dream a reality. It’s not quite easy to leave your home, the place you were born and raise with love, right? It’s not easy. But situation has made them so. They need to move a new place, somewhere no one knows that they were being treated like animals.

Some people are lucky enough to be born rich while others are born poor. But you know what, God didn't make any difference between rich and poor. Both are equal in His sight. God gave them the same body and the same breathe of life. The only difference is: "one has to be rich and the other has to be poor". The rich one can get anything he wants without hard work, but the other one needs to think 100 times before he could buy a single thing. 

Illegal immigrants are not criminals. They are hardworking individuals. They work hard so we can get food on our table. We always see someone illegal immigrants (Mexican) standing somewhere and people saw them and treat them like a second class citizen. Take note, they are hardworking people plus the fact that they are human too, why do they have to be maltreated? Come to think of it, they are hardworking people and if they stop working in farms, who would work for most of us? Who could give us food on our table? Our society depends on them. If they come here for money, we also need them for our benefits. Fair is fair, isn’t it?

I've said enough but one last thing: "Before you hate a person or before you are against someone, please talk to him first (even for just one time) and ask him why he became and immigrant. I’m pretty sure after you heard his story, you will change your mind".

We already have lots of hate in this world, what we need now is love and peace. No one cares of how much money you got in your account but if you have rich heart that makes a big difference.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Racial Discrimination - A Cancer

By: Leony Moonrose

"Hang around with good and nice people. If you can't find one, then be one."

If you hang around people who have lower standards than you, slowly but surely you'll adopt those same standards too.

why?

Because if you don't adopt those standards, then you start fighting with the group.

This is a common scenario in some social sites like a chat room. Some chatters doesn't want to be proven wrong and you don't want to keep on fighting them, so to make peace, it's just easier to just succumb to the standards of the group.

You continue talking with all the chatters, entertaining them, laugh with them, even sharing bad jokes with all the so-called idiots... your reason? to have fun. To socialize.

What do you get from it anyway? well, by becoming one like them is what you'll get. I'ts not quite fun at all. Instead of fun, you gain stress. Instead of gaining more friends, you ended up hating others.

It is like you are in the middle of a jungle, surrounded by beast and its prey. 
Talking with the morons who made derogatory and racist remarks, not only towards you but also to your entire race, isn't fun at all.
And fighting at them doesn't help as well.


How many times we encountered racist? 
Almost everyday right?
Racism has always been a social cancer. 
It is a problem long ago until now. 


Worrying on fake people, bullying and cloning your id's and personality?

If you really know yourself, you need not to worry at all.
Nobody will ever be able to replicate you.
The better you can develop yourself, the less you have to worry about being replaced because nobody will be able to do what you do simply because they are not you.


I would like to quote Lavi Singh's line: 

"Most idiots in chat rooms are like mad dogs. They keep barking on you regardless of how good you are to them. They always find fault to start a fight. The best way to get rid of these dogs is to ignore them. Ignore doesn't mean you are weak, rather it shows that you are strong and smart enough to deal things in the right way. Never shout back at morons, they couldn't hear you because their ears are close for whatever reasons. So why waste your time with them? If you heard foul words against you, just leave it, after all, I know you and you know who you are. That's all that matters."

Sometimes we are too sensitive that we easily get affected by people's comments. Weather we are in a virtual or in the real world, we fought fire with fire for we feel our dignity and integrity as persons have been stepped upon. But as to what Lavi Singh said, we know who we are.

To judge an entire race just because of a few differences is an injustice by itself. Remember, its the inside that counts. They may have different physical attributes or cultural background than what one has; still, they are human beings. They also feel pain.

Next time,  hang around people,  who have higher standards than you, slowly but surely, you'll adopt those higher standards too.

All the more reason to be very careful of the kind of group you hang around with.

Avoid racist. 
No to racial discrimination!


JOURNEYING WITH YOU

My heart tells me there's something wrong. It seems you're going through a journey with nothing but heartaches beside you. You don't have to say or utter anything for me to know and realize the anguish. I care too much not to notice...

Over the years, I have discovered that Love's journey is not easy. At first It gives us hope. It gives us a feeling of the so called "heaven". We feel that butterflies are flying inside our stomach. Maybe sounds funny and corny, but we don't mind all those corny things they said. What matters to us is the sweet feelings of being in love. We are in a high spirit of Love. But, have we forgot that we are on a journey? Each of us from time to time experiences crises from different life changing events and transitions, all unpredictable moments arriving and intruding into our well groomed relationship, we didn't ask for this interference and we wonder why it has arrived bringing with it havoc and confusion.

Love's journey is not easy, in fact, it often is hard. No matter what the source, each pain has a common bond, a threshold, a holy summons inviting us to cross a threshold involving both a leaving behind and a stepping forward.

Struggling day to day with the pain is an agonizing task. Don't be too hard on yourself. I am near if you need a lift of heart, a guiding hand, and someone who will be there with you to welcome the light of a new day. Just go on with your journey, because you are not alone. If the pain is too much for you, then.... GIVE ME YOUR WOUNDED HEART.