Bains – Ordinary Yet Extraordinary – "Life goes on…Whether you choose to move on and take a chance in the unknown. Or stay behind, locked in the past thinking of what you could've been." -Unknown-

June 9, 2016Bains2000 No Comments

Harper Lee — Writer’s Seminar

Background:
– 3— I was born on April 28, 1926 and grew up in a small southwestern town in Alabama known as Monroeville. My father was a newspaper editor along with a lawyer who served on state legislature between 1926-1938. As a child I was not the typical girly girl and was an avid reader. The life went on I got to see a bunch of different societal issues, one being the trial of rapes of two white women by black men. The defendants weren’t provided lawyers until the first day of the trial, which was brutal. Not to miss that the proof of no medical data that showed rape, the defendants were still found to be guilty. This case known as the Scottsboro case left a huge mark on me and for those of you who have read to kill a Mockingbird know that this was one of the trials mentioned for Atticus. Moving on I had pursued a law degree at the university of Alabama spending one year aboard at Oxford University in England. In fact, I used to work as a reservation clerk until the late 1950’s when I had devoted myself to writing.

Typicality:

– Rhetorical Questioning is used as a stylistic device. This helps the reader gain insight but looking beyond the surface.
– As far as mechanics, Lee uses a lack of punctuation and sudden pauses that help to demonstrate the emotional state of the characters.
– Themes of Writing: Innocence, Self-Discovery, Heroism

Advice:
“I would advise anyone who aspires to a writing career, that before developing this talent he would be wise to develop thick hide.”
– It takes time and patience to build the talent of writing, so it is important to value the work you have done and improve from there. Failure is inevitable, so in writing, it is important to take failures with an open mind and use them to your benefit of improvement.

“Any writer worth his salt writes to please himself…It’s a self-exploratory operation that is endless. An exorcism of not necessarily his demon, but of his divine discontent.

– Be true to yourself. Write as if it is really you, don’t try to create a voice that you are not passionate about because personal art allows for way more creativity than does influential art. It’s important to derive your writing from passion, because only then will you be able to please your audience.

Works:
– To Kill A Mockingbird — 1960
– Go Set A Watchman — 2015

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June 9, 2016Bains2000 No Comments

Delete Her Existence

Delete My Existence…

We’re always told to never judge a book by its cover.

We’re always told to put ourselves in others shoes before we speak a word about them.

We’re always told to understand before we label.

We’re always told to but never do we bother to listen.

We’re always told to but never do we want to understand.

We’re always told but never do we want to second think others labels.

We’re always told but never do we choose to listen.

One thing:

Her smile

Her smile isn’t a real smile

In fact behind her smile is a hurting heart

Behind her hurting heart is a deadbeat.

Second thing:

Her laugh

Her laugh, it has been so long since it has been real

Her laugh long lost along with the many things she has chosen to forget.

Third thing:

Torture

She’s tired of constantly being tortured by her mentality for it has become her weakness

She no longer has the strength to be mentally strong.

Fourth thing:

Pain

She’s endured enough

She’s dug into her own flesh way too many times.

She’s seen her blood drip from her wrist too many times that it has become her only strength.

She’s been put down way too many times to count.

She’s been put in pain by loved ones,

those that she thought would always support her.
The once perfect family picture has been shattered

The once most precious masterpiece has rained with cracks, that only makes things better because once you’ve been broken so many times the end is prettiest.

She no longer has the strength to hang on.

Her rope has been cut way too many times.

Her path in life has been a short cut bloody path.

For

Her living has become just surviving.

Her life has become a burden she has to live.

Her existence has become an illusion.

For she did not just want to end her life, in fact, she wanted to end her pain.

The blade she once feared as a child has now become her very best friend because it is the only thing to end her fear of living.

As the last thing is to end her life.

To just delete her existence…

June 4, 2016Bains2000 No Comments

Aylan —Emulation

Ayaln.

What joys you have brought to my life.

You have made it far easier to live.

As I return from a 12 hour shift, I am greeted by your lovely soul.

So innocent yet admirable.

You are my son, the light that pulls me into orbit when I think I am falling apart.

I do not know where I would be without your presence.

You give me no choice to be sad or ungrateful,

Because with you in my arms I am most grateful as can be.

I long to have you in my arms once again…

Who was I to tell you not to worry?

Who was I to tell you that you will always be safe as long as you were in my arms?

Who was I?

But what was I to do?

All I wanted was for you to be safe and live a better life.

I wanted to take you away from:

The violence.

The corrupt government collapsing in on itself.

The unsafe conditions of a forgotten generation.

Looking at the facts:

13.5 million need humanitarian assistance.

4.6 million have been labelled as refugees.

6.6 million displaced.

We were just a family trying to escape violence.

Trying to escape from the sites of our very own neighborhoods bombed.

We were a tiny spec in the expanse of a much greater ocean.

We travel away from our countries in hopes to find a peaceful stance where we are allowed to breathe finally.

To finally go to a place that values something other than war and blood.

To find a place where I could have raised you.

We all jump on to the float boats without even thinking because after all

it is a better place than this so called home.

We travel day and night in the expanse of the great ocean, not knowing where we are.

We travel in the expanse of the great ocean with hunger in our belly’s.

We travel in the expanse of the great ocean for nothing but a better place to live.

For nothing but a place that values something other than war and blood.

But how can we forget the judgments?

How can we forget being labeled by others in society?

How can we forget when I am reminded of your loss every day?.

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May 9, 2016Bains2000 No Comments

… Will Never Always Be…

Memory:

I will never always be yours.
You will never always be mine.
We will never always be.

This house will never always be ours, because once we bid farewell this house goes on the market with the “real estate” house for sale sign dug into our front lawn, dug into our memories that once existed and now will slowly wash away. The very backyard full of memories will belong to someone other than us. the very ground we had known from the back of our hands, is no nothing put a 1.5 acreage of land up for sale.

I look outside, to the sky, a beautiful ombré effect as the day escapes our hands as the painter strokes never lasting black upon the sky.

I feel the heart wrenching, tear welcoming breeze against my face as I think about the world, as I think about living in the moment because soon we will bid farewell. As for departure, everything else will still be here but I won’t, and nor will my presence every be replaceable.

I play a never ending film of all the times I have shared with those I love, never once thinking that these very memories will soon cease in existence because all I have ever worried about is the preservation of memories for those that have moved on. Never once thinking to myself of the very soul that will relive in my memories, once I have moved on.

I mean, I might know grandparents as I have devoured the few memories alongside them but beyond that is nothing. The aunts, uncles, friends, cousins my parents knew are only left at my parents knew.

My parents might remember bits but once they pass those memories will leave them, never once replayed. Never again acknowledged.

They say the world runs on money, but never will these memories be repurchased. These memories have no price tag because they are no longer for sale.

The cold now creeping upon my legs leaving goosebumps that the mosquitos bite one just as the breadcrumbs of memory left by my family are being pieced together to hopefully formulate an end story.

Because someone needs to complete our story.

April 10, 2016Bains2000 No Comments

Untold

Story of the Untold:
Buttoned shirt, glasses, Thomas the Train socks, Hot Wheel shoes.
That is my name.
I was born on June 8th, 2002 but where and to whom, I do not know.
In fact, I can never know, because the very womb that I have been birthed from, has been put to ashes.
Ashes that I can never piece together, because no matter how hard I try, I will never again look into the eyes of my mama.
– The eyes that were sleep deprived of the constant hours of making sure I was still breathing.
– The soft touch that would always be my support, even in times you wished, I hadn’t done that.
– The harmonious voice that sang short lullaby’s to set my soul asleep, saving the good ones for later never knowing your departure.

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Thanks to you:

One word conversations that always ended with a smile.

Never did I know.

The lectures that once seemed endless, leaving us with the pain of time not moving fast enough.

Now we are in pain of not ever having enough time.

Now we are always asking for more time because it passes ever so quick.

What once was a long 89 minutes has now become a quick minute.

Never did I know.

The smiles we once exchanged as new friends seemed so normal.

The short talks we once exchanged as getting to know each other seemed like nothing worth noting.

Now the smiles show more than new friends because that is what we look forward to because that is what we count on to brighten each other’s days.

Now the short talks have turned into never ending conversations that go late into the expanse of the night.

Greeting and bidding farewell to the stars all in the blink of an eye because we never seem to have enough time.

Never did I know.

We have become conditioned to this routine of

-sharing smiles that mean more than anything imagined

– talking more than just a hello, how are you because we seem to coordinate so well

– the endless hours of the night we have spent being awake, never once regretting.

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April 5, 2016Bains2000 No Comments

Between My Finger and Thumb… (Harper Lee Emulation)

Stage 1: Between my finger and my thumb lie the fingers of my parents guiding me into this world.

Stage 2: Between my finger and my thumb lies a pencil, learning how to get my thoughts into words.

Stage 3: Between my finger and my thumb lies a hand, the same hand that had guided me into this world and given me a chance to live.

The same hand but,

this time cold.

Stage 4: Between my finger and my thumb lie the hands of my mother as a gesture of support.

The same hands that carried me through this world and taught me how to survive in such a society.

The same hands that are now wrinkled in complexion and weak in strength as not much flows through the antique veins any longer.

Stage 5: Between my finger and my thumb lies the pencil, but this time nervously.

Nervously because this time I authorize the statement of assisted suicide for my mother who has lost all sense of memory and doesn’t deserve to deal with such pain.

The same mother who repeatedly called my name without hesitation to call me to the dinner table.

But this time hesitates in even remembering me.

Stage 6: Between my finger and my thumb lies a hand as a gesture of hope.

But this time, it is the hand of my soul mate, comforting me as I explain my life story.

Stage 7: Between my finger and my thumb lies the hand of my soul mate.

This time walking me to the stage of a new beginning.

Walking me to our wedding stage.

Stage 8: Between my finger and my thumb lies the hand of our creation as I guide her into this world.

Stage 9: Between my finger and my thumb lies the hand of my daughter as I teach her how to get her thoughts into words.

Stage 10: Between my finger and my thumb lie the hands of my soul mate and daughter as I lay there in the hospital bed.

Stage 11: Between my finger and my thumb lie the many cords and pipes trying to pump life into me once again.

Stage 12: Between my finger and my thumb lie the hands of my family as I slowly decide to fade away.

Stage 13: Between my finger and thumb lie the hands of my very own parents as I have now… joined them.

—– This poetical piece was inspired by a writing seminar exploring the works of Seamus Heaney. Specifically by the piece called ”Digging.” In all my intention for this poem was to represent the cycle of life in my eyes. The first time reading this is simply for pleasure in getting to the end, however when reading twice you begin to see the connections I have made between the different things that happen in life and how it all composes into one cycle. However despite all of that, life is a cycle that goes on forever and no matter what we encounter we simply have to move on and remember that we will leave this world at one point to, so why not look at the bright side of going to the same place as your loved ones. Just as in this piece I end with:

“Between my finger and my thumb lie the hands of my very own parents as I have now joined them.”

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April 4, 2016Bains2000 No Comments

Thanks for Another Day — Free Post #3

—This thought entered my mind as I set my alarm for the next morning alongside one of my cousins who is a part of the Canadian Armed Forces, reminiscing a close death earlier in 2011. Just like me he had set his alarm for the morning, in hopes of waking up. —

People: We awaken to the obnoxious sound of our alarm clocks not immediately appreciating the thought of being given another day but instead in a rush to turn the disrupting noise off to get more sleep because we a are free to do so, but most importantly because we are able to.

Military: We wake up to the welcoming sound of our alarm clock as we open our eyes in appreciation of another chance to live. As our eyes adjust to the darkness of rising bright and early to the roof of a perfectly aligned wood boards of our cabins without the opportunity to give in for just five minutes because upon entering we are wiling to sacrifice these bittersweet minutes. We swiftly turn off the harmonious tone as we arise to the warming sun not ever asking for more.

People: We are taught to always be in control of what we aspire to do to always hold the trigger to our gun, as if we pass it on to any other there is no barrier to pulling the trigger.

Military: We arise to another chance of fighting for our people, never once having the time to question what we do as we have the guns handed to us with no other option but to just pull the trigger when signaled to do so.

People: We live in our very own luxuries of being able to purchase anything we want at any given time not always paying attention to those who don’t have such abilities. We are able to just call our loved ones within the span of a second with no hesitation and being relieved that they are healthy.

Military: We live our very own lives alongside people who have sacrificed our lives preciously valuing what we are provided, constantly reminded of those that have nothing in comparison to our services.We struggle to swallow the ragged edges of our very own family members not being able to know for sure that they are in stable condition. In fact, we extract ourselves from the stress of what may occur in just seconds as a bullet is incurable once it has been triggered.

People: Choice of certainty.

Military: Choice of sacrifice.

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April 3, 2016Bains2000 No Comments

Short Pieces — Free Choice

—Memory
Memory, a power of remembering the things we have done and need to do.
It allows us to record and file daily events.
based upon the flattering or atrocious aspect, we either engrave them into our soul or choose to simply let go.
Memoirs are noted as an alternative to reminiscing the whole story.
Eulogies are formed, for those who are only left with memories, nothing more or less.
Movies are played in our minds as we attempt to relive the moment we once cherished.
Over and over again we listen to the same story, in different voices.
Rightfully wronged by all other voices, only to lose my piece of the memory
You only know your side of the memory, because it didn’t match mine.
MEMORY

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—-Salvage, Diversity, Currency, Killings, Faith

1) The currency is what leads to the killings
Our once diverse world no longer remains the same
As faith no longer exists in humanity
We, survivors, salvage for ourselves as every man is for himself in what remains of this …so called the world.

2) The currency is what we salvage, for we have used it to plan our killings, yet faithfully in the process of consuming diversity.

Quick Write on an Object:

Ballpoints, fine tip, chisel

The list is endless

We are offered in many different forms, colors, and sizes

Pens, pencils, highlighters, marker

We are constantly loved, as the human hand holds us, fitting perfectly within one another

We have the best job of all:

– to get thoughts into words

-to construct the craftsmanship of you mind into the calligraphy of your ink

-to get permission on legal forms

-to get graded by teachers

-to get classified as immigrant or citizen

The options are endless

Pens, pencils, highlighters, markers

We come in a variety yet we all bleed our soul onto whatever surface we are chosen for

… until we run out of life and slowly fade away…

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April 2, 2016Bains2000 No Comments

Dillusion

On Friday The Carnival Worker Was Operating The Fun House:

The houses that have all these crazy, disorienting, mirrors and little games that only serves the simple purpose of confusion.

Its all theme parks, the rule is for the ride operator to go through the ride multiple times to ensure that it is working efficiently.

So this carnival worker decided to go through the Fun House to ensure all items were in place and operating properly.

And So The Journey Begins:

The worker steps into the Fun House:

Walking towards his doorstep as he finishes walking his dog, shuffles through his bag for his house keys, being extra cautious to not disconnect his line of oxygen from his tank.

He proceeds with unlocking the door and turning the doorknob, which doesn’t seem to open.

Although he turns in the direction of opening the lock doesn’t budge.

He stands there for a few moments in confusion until he finally decides to turn around to see an accident in process.

The red car hitting the blue car, the same blue car he gave up his lung for, the same blue car that was coming straight towards him.

He turns back to turn the knob once more only to see a sign that states, “Thank you for riding with us.”

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March 15, 2016Bains2000 No Comments

Interview — Bodybuilding Coach

This is a written conversation that I had recently had with my coach. I chose to record it in writing because she is always full of great information and loves to make others smile. Her way of talking in general just has a genuine, down to earth uplifting tone. Through this short interview, you are exposed to some aspects of the fitness industry along with the inspiring and motivational words of my coach.

— What first got you interested in the fitness life?
When I was younger I myself struggled with eating disorders and was not at all accepting of my own body. I would constantly be putting myself down, never a word of positivity. At the age of 16, I went to therapy twice a week to help me feel better about myself and just accept myself for who I am rather than going straight to impressing others. From this point on I got online and read numerous fitness blogs and led myself into the fitness world in which I found so many people that were struggling with identical problems and found a way out of this dark tunnel. I was exposed to many ladies that would post daily workout routines and worked to inspire others to change their lifestyle rather than just body figure. I emerged myself in a variety of articles and videos of wonderful, inspirational people that had a living in helping others to lead better lifestyles.

— What was the main driving factor that kept you going?
The main driving factor would be me wanting to share my story as I knew I definitely was not the only person facing this difficulty. My passion for sharing my story and inspiring others to step up and feel better about themselves was the main driving force in this case.

— What is the best part of your job?
The best part of my job would most certainly be working from home. More practically I love being able to contact various people around the world that are searching for insight and are willing to change their lifestyle. I love waking up to a mailbox full of emails with people that are just so committed and willing. Furthermore, I love to formulate specific plans for each person based on their body and their eating habits. As one of the main struggles in the fitness industry for bodybuilding athletes is, in fact, learning to always voice that their macros are set for their body type and are not meant to be followed by others because each is to their own body. Having the capability to create these individualistic plans just provides me the relief that these people are not following a plan that their body won’t necessarily cope with.

— Do you ever regret your initial decision of joining the fitness world?
No, despite the many struggles I have faced both externally and internally, I have never once wanted to go back into something else. One of the main reasons is that me having the capability to touch so many lives by sharing my story as many people globally are struggling with body figure. I am happy with how far I have come and the amount of progress I have made. As well the amazing, genuine people I have met along my journey is something I would never give up or want to forget.

— Do you ever get frustrated by any of your clients?
My clients are my students, as I like to say. These are people that are willing to do almost anything to just change their lifestyle and live healthier lives. These are the people that I love to wake up to and help throughout their journeys. Although there are some people that may cause a little frustration, I tend to just take a deep breath and help as much as I can because in the end there is nothing more to make me happy than to just help others. It all depends on the mentality of the person and the drive of their passion. Yes, I have dealt with people who struggle internally but that has never been taken as an obstacle but rather as an opportunity to just be a stronger individual and grow as a person.

— What is one special event you most look forward to during the year in relation to the fitness industry?
My most anticipated event would most certainly be the Arnold Fitness Expo. (Arnold Schwarzenegger Classic) It’s a large festival supporting many different athletes in competing as well as numerous booths that showcase equipment, supplements, and apparel. It is a fun occasion in which you can meet many different bodybuilders and stroll around looking at the various products being offered. It’s a great event to attend to experience the fitness industry and watch competitors competing for the grand trophy. All in all this a great event to check out and attend to broaden your sources for fitness.

— What is our most valued piece of information that your have received and held great importance to?
The most valued piece of information I have received would mainly just be encouragement from coaches as it really helps with internal mentality. As in all my years, the most repeated phrase I have heard is that being healthy is a lifestyle that you need to adapt to it is not a quick fix. Constantly being told this and trying to adapt to it has really made me understand this as it all comes down to your mentality. With a stable mind comes a strong spirit and attitude. With a healthy lifestyle comes a great body.

— What is your definition of progress and success?
Progress to me is being able to make the changes and sticking to them, it’s not necessarily a whole transformation. Progress is demonstrated if you come out as a better person that you had initially started with. As far as the success if you achieve what your mind pleases within certain extents you reach success. It doesn’t always have to be about great results; in fact, all it encompasses is a great attitude and a strong passion to keep moving forward.

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