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"They gave us 48 hours – they almost gave up on him. But my Soham came back stronger. His will power helped him. He was paralyzed for days – his face and lower body, but somehow he had made it. But if this happens again, he won’t survive this deadly disease. His cancer is very dangerous.. aggressive.” - Sampa, mother
Soham has been through so much in the past 6 years, the pain is unimaginable. But Soham continues to smile - unaware that this time if he doesn't get a bone marrow transplant, the disease will kill him.
In 2014, when he was 2 and a half years old he was diagnosed with blood cancer. After 3 years of treatment, he was again diagnosed with a CNS(Central nervous system) relapse. He had a facial attack along with a form of paralysis for a few days in the lower portion of the body.
Post-treatment Soham slowly got better, started attending classes at school, went out to play Bat-Ball(as he calls it) until it came back, his cancer relapsed, for the 2nd time this year.
“He doesn’t remember most of what he learnt in 2 years of going to school. Even when we are talking, he would sometimes ask me the same questions every few hours. He’s otherwise always goofing around even during his hospital visits. There’s almost never a dull moment when he’s around except every time he gets injections,” says his mother, making sure she always smiles back at him.
Sampa never lets her worry and sadness show in front of Soham. How can she when he's so positive all the time? She can't let him down, it's the only thing keeping him going. -- -- *This time, only a bone marrow transplant can save him*
Since his little sister(5) isn’t a match and the hospital has to approach a registered donor, the cost of the operation has exponentially increased. Soham’s father works as a supervisor at the airport and his mother is a home-maker. They have spent all their savings on his treatment in the last 6 years. Soham can make it with a bone marrow transplant.
Help him fight cancer so he can finally have a healthy, happy childhood. Soham deserves the chance. Donate at http://bit.ly/support-soham
I believe challenges are super important in life.
What is life without challenges? Without the lows how would we know what the highs are.
Facing unwanted challenges are tough but once we make it through them and look at the person we were, we can usually understand how it made us grow.
There are two types of challenges 1. Ones we can control 2. Ones we can’t. (Don’t focus on the things you can’t control)
Setting goals are great for building self esteem, character and ensuring happiness and fulfilment in our lives.
Creating challenges for ourselves help us grow and prepare us for the challenges we can’t control.
It’s Sunday night, perfect time to set yourself up for a successful week! What are your goals/challenges you’ve set yourself to achieve this week to put you closer to achieving your dreams and becoming the best version of you? ✨ ... #fitness#challenge#challengeyourself#bestversionofyou#inspirational#fitforlife#lifechallenges#happyyou#smile#livehappy#bestyou#dontquit#keepaspiring#gym#emfpc#alphalete#fit#bodybuilding
In the world of constant boasting about the successes, we sometimes forget that fails happen, too. And that, in fact, they are even more common.
There is nothing wrong with not knowing something. To think of it, even the scientists know close to nothing about the world we are living in as there are giant gaps of knowledge waiting to get filled.
Every time I want to get snobbish about anything and point out something like “everyone knows that, why not you”, I remember myself.
I remember myself searching for a good mobile phone X-Ray app in the AppStore to check whether my finger was broken as I was too lazy to visit the doctor and check it there. (Never got there. As I said, too lazy).
I remember myself using vodka instead of water for cooking as it boils faster. And, well, they both are clear. Vodka smells unpleasant but it’s nothing one couldn’t fix with a good perfume, right? (Yeah I poured the perfume into cooking vodka as well). BTW Having me as a cook is a good idea only if you want to get food poisoning.
I remember myself knowing Michelangelo and Rafael only as the Ninja Turtles and not Renaissance Titans (kudos to all art historians here and my Art History degrees).
I remember myself spending half an hour searching for the right piano key (playing Beethoven and Mozart kinda ok nowadays). I remember myself making 8(!) mistakes in a word “autumn” not so long ago (not a single one in this word now! Wow!).
And I bet you have plenty of similar stories as well! Well, if you weren’t born yesterday...
I remember most of my fails, always ready to laugh on them as well as understand their significance. They show me the gaps in my knowledge of the world, encouraging me to learn and to do more. Sometimes it works, sometimes not, but there is no success without several failures. They are essential.
The only thing I discourage is not trying to fill those gaps once stumbled upon them, not trying to understand why the failure occurred at the first place and how it could be prevented from happening in the future.
Admitting the ignorance isn’t shameful. Choosing it as a motto is.
30 4235 July, 2019
Unlike my mobile phone memory, I don’t think that there can be too many photographs.
All of them are the pieces of reality, cut from it and trapped in the exact moment. Collecting photographs and storing them all in one place is thus somewhat similar to collecting butterflies. Both actions encompass catching extremely short-living creature, depriving it of their life and ensuring that they will be trapped forever somewhere, staying dear to us. That they won’t perish from the existence as they become dead. And moments, those milliseconds, die faster than any of the butterflies.
All of the pictures are the orchestrated glimpses at the world. Something always stays behind as only pretty, important or photogenic things are captured. By taking pictures, we change a world slightly so it could satisfy our needs. Standing at the same place (a beach, for example), one could take a picture of themselves (the main need is to show that they are there), of waves (to illustrate the reassuring power of the sea) or of plastic bags by the shore (highlighting the pollution issue and the need to preserve the nature). All of those people might be at the same place at the same time but still see different things. They take pictures of entirely different fragments of the reality, bending the world to their will.
More than the depicted image, what was left out of bounds matters. The entire world that didn’t fit into camera, that was left to wait. All those feelings and hopes, often hidden from the camera eye, events of the day. All those impalpable and indescribable things one could remember while looking at the picture. And smile warmly.
We will never be the same we were on those pictures.
The places will never be the same.
The world and time itself won’t be the same, either.
Isn’t it wonderful?
Thanks for taking many of them so I could choose✨
43 5593 July, 2019
This is by far the most powerful and impressive thing I saw in Prague - the Memorial to the Victims of Communism.
I wanted to see it as I was initially surprised by its existence. And all those tormented, dissolving figures, marching down the stairs with hope drained out of their lifeless eyes really left me in shock. They made me think of people who suffered and died because of the mighty few. People, the names of whom we might never know thanks to those “rulers”, who wanted to prove something to the world and themselves, thus playing sick games, seeing the world as they playground lab and treating the people around them as though they were objects. Never had any respect for such “leaders”.
I haven’t always been a pacifist, as there were time when I were convinced that the ends justify the means. Took me a while to realize how wrong and naive I were.
Nothing can justify killing people or ruining their lives, nothing and no one are even worth it. We only get to live once in the entire eternity, we don’t live long and every second is precious. So is the human life which cannot be taken away or threatened by the single desire of anyone.
When I was watching HBO Chernobyl series recently, I often caught myself thinking why the people agreed to sacrifice themselves and risk their lives at the first place? Was the propaganda really that strong that they believed in USSR so much and forgot to care about themselves? I was thinking that if I were there, I would turn everybody down and just leave or file a lawsuit. No man, no idea, no country are worth me risking my health and life altogether.
But then I realized a simple and yet disturbing thing: If such thing happens, nobody will ask for my agreement.
32 52730 June, 2019
I think that nothing defines any person better than the things they love. Nothing else has such powerful influence over mind and body, giving the reason for opening eyes every day, making one unstoppable and inspired. ▫️
The things we love aren’t permanent. They change over time. There is nothing wrong with it as every period of life is the time of love towards something or even someone.
Once the passion dries out, the love itself changes its focus and flows like a river again, filling the veins with unmistakable tingle. Speeding up the heart beat, making this blood pump flutter like the wings of a hummingbird. Lighting the flame deep inside which is so warm and so bright that it could be seen through one’s eyes and in every word spoken.
I think, from time to time, it is useful to stop for a moment and try to define the things one really loves, not being expected or forced to love (the pressure can be surprisingly strong). Figure out those things that mean the world, the single thought of which makes the chilliest of days warmer. Giving purpose in life. ▫️
As you can see in this pic, I’m really into walking around cities at night lol. ✨
30 55628 June, 2019
I CAN’T BELIEVE IT’S OVER!
Dunno what I’m feeling right now (it is as mixed as all the cocktails I used to drink in my wild years), but it is really strong.
A great deal of my life (probably most of it) I spent studying. And now it seems to be over.
As a kid, I dreamt of going to school, spent my free time indulging in encyclopedias, soaking in every word, trying to memorize all of it. In fact, I might have overstudied a bit as at the age of 6 I got accepted to the second grade instead of the first.
When at the age of 12 the puberty kicked in, I couldn’t imagine a more adult thing to do than going to university. And so I went. I signed up for the free courses that gave me entrance permission to the building of the oldest and one of the most prestigious Russian universities - Moscow State University. With it, I attended not only courses for wanna-be students, but also the actual lectures and sometimes seminars, too. I still call it my first unofficial degree sometimes as I attended most classes for university students and always did the required homework and reading.
Also as a High School student, I went in the same way to one more university to study linguistics, but after two years in there I understood that I’m not destined to be a linguist.
I opted for the path of an art historian instead. So, after graduating from school, I went to get an official degree in art history. I have studied in Moscow State University, Instituto Vesuviano, Sotheby’s Institute and today I’ve graduated (and got one more degree) from the Higher School of Economics (this time in Art Market). I don’t know what will happen next but I feel like I need a break from art history degrees. At least, for a while.
I am deeply in love with the process of studying, of mastering new skills and discovering more and more about the wonderful world we are living in, about the people creating and changing it. I love art itself as throughout all those years it became an essential part of me.
I am beyond grateful to all those institutions for the amazing people I met there.