19 December, 2007
and then you are goaded for not doing it properly, when someone next to you is doing a miserable job of it...
I wonder what is worse...
The hope that i'll get praise someday, for doing the job i origionally didnt want to...
Or the fact that i'm actually doing what i didn't want to...
10 November, 2007
27 September, 2007
But is there an end to the expectations from one self..
Will the hope that it will get better than what it is now ever cease...
At a level, satisfaction leads to complacency.. the want for more leads you to the road to perfection.. the ideal..
13 September, 2007
We all talk about family being the most important part of our lives.. that they are the one aspect of our life that won't change, nor will they vanish..
But i have come to believe that friends are as important, if not more important...
I could give you lots of reasons to support my argument, but the only one i will state is that
My Friends are the ones I choose to be with...
Thank you dear friends.. for putting up with me..
26 July, 2007
17 June, 2007
The train is coming, and you are just beside the track interchange. You can make the train change its course to the unused track and save most of the kids. However, that would also mean the lone child playing by the unused track would be sacrificed. Or would you rather let the train go its way?
Let's take a pause to think what kind of decision we could make................
Most people might choose to divert the course of the train, and sacrifice only one child.
You might think the same way, I guess. Exactly, I thought the same way initially because to save most of the children at the expense of only one child was rational decision most people would make, morally and emotionally.
But, have you ever thought that the child choosing to play on the unused track had in fact made the right decision to play at a safe place?
Nevertheless, he had to be sacrificed because of his ignorant friends who chose to play where the danger was. This kind of dilemma happens around us everyday. In the office, community, in politics and especially in a democratic society, the minority is often sacrificed for the interest of the majority, no matter how foolish or ignorant the majority are, and how farsighted and knowledgeable the minority are. The child who chose not to play with the rest on the operational track was sidelined. And in the case he was sacrificed, no one would shed a tear for him.
The great critic Leo Velski Julian who told the story said he would not try to change the course of the train because he believed that the kids playing on the operational track should have known very well that track was still in use, and that they should have run away if they heard the train's sirens. If the train was diverted, that lone child would definitely die because he never thought the train could come over to that track! Moreover, that track was not in use probably because it was not safe. If the train was diverted to the track, we could put the lives of all passengers on board at stake! And in your attempt to save a few kids by sacrificing one child, you might end up sacrificing hundreds of people to save these few kids.
While we are all aware that life is full of tough decisions that need to be made, we may not realize that hasty decisions may not always be the right one.
Remember that what's right isn't always popular... and what's popular isn't always right.
"Everybody makes mistakes; that's why they put erasers on pencils".
24 May, 2007
strong enough to withstand the pain that comes our way...
to fight any situation and better still, face the music...
Strong enough not to be supported by anyone ,
strong enough to be alone yet be steady ,
What we don't accept, is that a little help from someone won't hurt...
venting our anger on someone won't make us any weaker...
leaning on someone just to catch our breath won't make us dependent on them...
Quote for the Blog
"It takes more courage to reveal insecurities than to hidethem,
more strength to relate to people than to dominate them,
more manhood to abide by thought-out principles rather than blind reflex.
Toughness is in the soul and spirit, not in muscles and an immature mind."
~ Alax Karras
23 April, 2007
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passingby. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness, when shared, is doubled.
30 March, 2007
08 March, 2007
Mind is the think and feel tank and the body is the executor..So is one of them alrght without the other..
Doesn't it get frustrating if you have the mind to think but you are unable to do.. you can feel but you can't express.. you like , but you can't appreciate...
When your mind is asking for activity but your body can't execute it..
And then people say that mind is all that matters...
15 February, 2007
कोशिश करने वालों की हार नहीं होती।
नन्हीं चीटीं जब दाना लेकर चलती है,
चढ़ती दीवारों पर सौ बार फ़िसलती है,
मन का विश्वास रगों में साहस भरता है,
चढ़कर गिरना, गिरकर चढ़ना ना अखरता है,
आखिर उसकी मेहनत बेकार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।
डुबकियां सिन्धु में गोताखोर लगाता है,
जा जा कर खाली हाथ लौट आता है,
मिलते नहीं सहज ही मोती गहरे पानी में,
बढ़ता दुगना उत्साह इसी हैरानी में,
मुट्ठी उसकी खाली हर बार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों कि कभी हार नहीं होती।
असफ़लता एक चुनौती है,इसे स्वीकार करो,
क्या कमी रह गयी, देखो और सुधार करो,
जब तक ना सफ़ल हो, नींद चैन को त्यागो तुम,
संघर्ष का मैदान छोड़कर मत भागो तुम,
कुछ किए बिना ही जय-जयकार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।
- हरिवंशराय बच्चन
07 February, 2007
A simple expression of emotions and feeling is denied by calling the child a cry baby. More so with a guy. A guy willing to express his feelings is called feminine.
With adults scolding us , asking us not to behave like a spoilt child, crying all the time , it seems to have become a part of our system that it is not good to cry.
I m not here to advocate people weeping all the time... but sometimes crying is just the best way to vent it out of our system. It needn't be necessarily done in public , but there is no harm in crying one's heart out.But somehow , most people are shy to admit it. Its as if you are brave because you didn't cry.
I feel it takes guts to freely express oneself, without bothering about what others think.
Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.
08 January, 2007
She said , and i quote , "If you think a weakness can be overcome, then an effort should be made to overcome it. But if you know that you have a certain weakness of which you can't do anything , don't waste energy in trying to make it better , but try and hone your other skills that you are much better at."
Obstacles is what one sees when he takes his eyes off his goals.