Tuesday, September 30, 2008

The Bathtub Test



It doesn't hurt to take a hard look at yourself from time to time, and this should help get you started.



During a visit to the mental asylum, a visitor asked the Director what the criterion was which defined whether or not a patient should be institutionalized.



"Well," said the Director, "we fill up a bathtub, then we offer a teaspoon, a teacup and a bucket to the patient and ask him or her to empty the bathtub."



"Oh, I understand," said the visitor. "A normal person would use the bucket because it's bigger than the spoon or the teacup."



"No." said the Director,

"A normal person would pull the plug.

Do you want a bed near the window?"




DID YOU PASS, OR DO YOU WANT THE BED NEXT TO ????

Friday, September 26, 2008

UNDERSTANDING IS A MUST

Understanding..... Must go thru!!!

A nice & touching story just go thru it...........

UNDERSTANDING IS A MUST

Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or whom to blame, whether

in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know.

We miss out some warmth in human relationship to give each other support.

Treasure what you have. Just a little story ....

A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage.

They were a loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes. When the

boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle

open. He was late for work so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep

it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the

matter. The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle and

fascinated by its color, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous

medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed the

mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was

stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband. When the distraught

father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife

and uttered just four words.

What were the four words ?

What is the implication of this story?

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ANSWER :

The husband just said "I Love You Darling"

The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behavior. The

child

is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding

fault with the mother. Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the

bottle

away, this would not have happened. No one is to be blamed. She had also

lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and

sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her. If ! everyone can look

at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems

in

the world. "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." Take

off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness, and fears. And

you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think.

A SUCCESSFUL RELATIONSHIP REQUIRES FALLING IN LOVE MANY TIMES.....WITH THE SAME PERSON

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Thursday, September 25, 2008

Good Ole' days

Very good one, kicked my nostalgic memories of those "good old days" – hmm…..world has changed and we also changed for the world !!

Good one to read through all the way!!!


Are you missing those days? Sometimes I do

How did one survive growing up in the 70's, 80's and 90's?
We had no seatbelts, no airbags and sitting in the back of a truck was a treat…
Our baby prams had the most gorgeous lead based colours…
No such thing as tamper proof bottle tops…

Opening kitchen cupboards was a breeze… as safety locks were unheard off…
Cycling was like a breath of fresh air…
No safety helmets, knee pads or elbow pads, with plenty of cardboards between spokes to make it sound like a motorbike…

When thirsty we only drank tap water, bottled water was still a mystery…
We kept busy collecting bits & pieces so we could build all sort of things … and we were fearless on our bikes even when the brakes failed going downhill…
We were showing off how tough we are, by how high we could climb trees & then jumping down….It was great fun….

We could stay out to play for hours, as long as we got back before dark, in time for dinner…
We walked to school, or sometimes we even rode our bike.
We had no mobile phones, but we always managed to find each other…. How? No one knows…
We lost teeth, broke arms & legs, we got cuts and bruises and bloody noses…. nobody complained as we had so much fun, it wasn't anybody's fault, only ours
We ate everything in sight, cakes, bread, chocolate, ice-cream, sweet sugary drinks, yet, we stayed skinny by fooling around.

And if one of us was lucky to find a 1 litre coca cola bottle we all had a swag from it & guess what? Nobody picked up any germs...
We did not have Play Stations, MP3, Nintendo's, I-Pods, Video games, 99 Cable TV channels, DVD's, Home Cinema, Mobile phones, Home Computers, Laptops, Chat-rooms, Internet, etc ... BUT, we had REAL FRIENDS!!!!
We called on friends to come out to play, never rang the doorbell, just went around the back…
We loved being let loose in the big bad world…without bodyguards…
We played with sticks and stones, played cowboys and Indians, doctors and nurses, hide and seek, soccer games, over and over again…
When we failed our exams we were given a second chance by simply repeating the same grade…without visiting psychiatrists, psychologists or counselors…
Such were the days…

We had freedom, success, disappointments and responsibilities. ..
Most of all, we learned to respect others…

Share it with someone to put a smile on their faces as they remember what life was really like in the good old days……

Happy Anniversary

 

This one is from the Chicken Soup Collection.

No morals no teachings….. but still worth a reading….

Do let me know if you enjoyed it…

Thanks

 

Happy Anniversary

By Evelyn Marder Levin

 

Often, after she finished her solitary supper, she would just sit at the kitchen table in no hurry to enter the rest of the house which seemed even emptier at night.  She would remember how everyone used to rush off after they had eaten - the boys up to their rooms and Peter to his favorite TV news programs.

Always so much to do and it seemed at times the boys would never grow up so she could have at least a little time to herself.  Time for herself.  Oh my, she had lots of time now, big blocks of time which filled so little space in her life.  Especially now with Peter gone.

Have you forgiven someone who deeply hurt you?

 

They had planned to travel a little after the boys all left, only Peter had been part of a different plan.  She would give anything to have those frenzied days back again, but of course it was impossible.  There was her volunteer work and the house work and the occasional baking for bake sales, but she missed the noise and she would have been happy to hear the angry voices in the midst of a fight.  "Ma, he took my shirt without asking" and "Ma, he won't let me study."  Ma, Ma, Ma.  Sometimes she had wanted to throttle them, and now she wanted only to hug them and hold them close.  She looked at babies on the street and felt sad, remembering when her arms were also full.

She was being especially silly tonight, and she had told Charlotte, one of her neighbors who had dropped by earlier, that today would have been her fortieth anniversary and they had talked of a special celebration this year.  Foolish woman.  After Charlotte left she had baked the chocolate blackout cake that had been a favorite of Peter's, and there it sat in the refrigerator, awaiting its trip to the table.

Last year the boys had all called, and they had laughed and talked about the big forty and how they would all celebrate, only there was nothing to celebrate now.  In fact, no one had called, but you really couldn't observe a wedding anniversary with half a couple, could you?  At least that's what she had said to Charlotte, who kind of clicked her teeth at her and looked sad.

Feeling sorry for herself, was she?  Come on, gal, she scolded herself, let's get our act together and have a big slice of cake and maybe some treats for Max, who must have read her mind because he began to bark.  Poor old Max.  He had been Peter's dog, waiting for him by the door each night till he came home.  Some nights he still waited at the door which never opened, jumping up and barking at the slightest noise.

Like tonight.  What was he barking at?  He thought he owned the street, maybe even the world, but certainly anything on this block was his terrain.  Tonight something was setting him off.  So she walked over to the window to see what it was.  There was only a car.  "For heaven's sake, Max," she admonished, "we're not the only people on the street."  Maybe Mrs. Boris, another neighbor, was having company.  She had a big family and they came often to visit their parents.

But Max kept right on, and she thought she heard a noise at the door.  Never fearful of the dark or the unknown, she went to the door, flung it open and said, "See, Max - there's no one - oh my Lord!"  They were standing there, the three of them, and they yelled, "Surprise, surprise" and suddenly there were hugs and kisses everywhere - her boys had come home.

"I didn't think you'd remember and besides, with Dad . . ."  Her voice trailed off in a blur of tears.

"Ma," that was Josh's voice, "you and Dad were always here for us, always in our hearts and our memories, and every anniversary will be our special day."  The others nodded, and now the tears were rolling down her face.  "Hey, Ma, where's the cake?"  That was Chuck's voice.  "We want to party."  Suddenly she smiled and ran back to the kitchen, thanking the divine force that had directed her to bake her cake today and had given her three wonderful sons.

 

 

Woman in ur life -- worth reading

 

This is amazing…..worth reading.

 

T his is a beautiful article:

T he woman in your life...very well expressed...

Tomorrow you may get a working woman, but you should marry her with these facts as well.

Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are;
Who is earning almost as much as you do;

One, who has dreams and aspirations just as
you have because she is as human as you are;

One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your
Sister haven't, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system
that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements

One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters, almost as
much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;

One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family ,name

One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen

One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook
food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more,
and yet never ever expected to complain; to be a servant, a cook, a mother,
a wife, even if she doesn't want to; and is learning just like you are as
to what you want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won't like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than  you;

One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities;

Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won't, simply
    Because you won't like it, even though you say otherwise

One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like yours, are to be met;

One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important,
relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some
                         and trust her;

One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house - your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly - your understanding, or love, if you may call it.

But not many understand this.......

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A beautiful love letter...........


My Dearest Darling B

I had the choice of giving you flowers or greeting cards or bouquet...but don't know why I chose to write a love letter to you instead.

I am not a poet and so I cannot write sonnets embellishing your beauty. I am not an eloquent writer and so cannot compare you to moon, sea or stars. But there is something special I have which a poet or a writer cannot express for you....my true love for you from my heart.

Do you remember the first time we met? It was at a party and one of our friends introduced us. By some sheer magic my first words uttered to you were "Where are your wings? I thought angels carried them all along wherever they went." I still don't know how did I say that, but it worked. All I remembered about you that day was that you laughed beautifully to all my stupid jokes and anecdotes. Truthfully most of them were copied from Woody Allen's stand up act video I saw somewhere. I told this to you only years later fearing that you would reject me as unoriginal.

I didnt fall in love with your eyes which exhibited the kindness of Virgin Mary or anger of satan in a slit second. I didnt fall in love with your lips which were tulip colored and had the freshness of the dew drop on lotus flower. I didnt fall in love with your long hair which seemed to challenge the very existence of gravity whenever wind blew through it. I didnt fall in love with your voice which had the divineness of even bringing the dead back to life. I didnt fall in love with your hands which were so soft and little that one wondered if the god had sculpted them for weeks altogether.

I loved you when you patiently taught alphabets to the physically challenged kid in the neighborhood. I loved you when you were angry with your father when he skipped his lunch. I loved you when you took all the blame for the withering of flowers which was instead your sister's responsibility. I loved you when you cooked food for the neighborhood aunt day after day. All I fell hopelessly in love was with....YOU.

It took me six months and eight days to realize that I had been suffering from your love and the only potion that could save me was your acceptance to marry me. 3 days and 121 drafts later I managed to write a love letter to you explaining why you could marry me and still be happy. I had not even been nervous for my grade exams than I was when I waited for your response to the letter. It seemed as if that day the hands of clock refused to move apart and as if I was in a time warp. I must have opened my mail box once in every five minutes and kept looking at my phone as if my life depended on it...and yes it did. Thank god, you saved me. The moment you said yes, I yelled loud enough to be heard from the other side of the Atlantic.

I thought that perfect marriage existed only in romantic novels...until we had one. Each day was wonderful waking up looking at you. Some people tell that marriage is boring because the sheer prospect of waking up to see the same face near day after day is horrifying. Unlucky chaps...they were not married to someone as wonderful you. I loved those wrinkles under your eyes even though you hated it. Do you remember how you cried when you lost my birthday present in the shop and couldn't surprise me? Why would I need a gift when I had you for me?

But it all crash landed one day when we discovered that you were suffering from Brain Tumor. I thought that I loved you more than anyone, but seemed that even the gods loved you a lot. Being a mortal I hardly stood a chance fighting them. The hardest thing is living in the fear of death of someone you love more than your life. By sheer misfortune I could not share your pain and instead watch you suffer from it. Five months later the gods summoned you and snatched you away from my possession.

They say that life has to move on. Maybe it does. People ask me if I remember you often. You have to forget something to remember it back. So I guess it doesn't apply to me. As I write this, I am at the same place in the beach where you asked me "How much do you love me?". 

I will never understand why women need to be reassured of the vows of love. But as a well read man I answered something that I read somewhere "I love you more than you love yourself."

Your loving husband
V

He rolled the letter and inserted it inside the bottle and threw it far into the waters. Sometimes people say that he is a mad man...but does it matter to him?

.

 

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Why God Created Children???

The following is circulating on the net since many years and is one of my favorites. After each reading I feel like standing up and saluting the unknown mastermind genius who created this.

 

Why God Created Children?

 

Whenever your children are out of control, you can take comfort from the thought that even God's omnipotence did not extend to His own children.

 

After creating heaven and earth, God created Adam and Eve.

And the first thing he said was "DON'T!"

"Don't what?" Adam replied.

"Don't eat the forbidden fruit." God said.

"Forbidden fruit? We have forbidden fruit? Hey Eve....we have forbidden fruit!"

"No Way!"

"Yes, way!"

"Do NOT eat the fruit!" said God.

"Why?"

"Because I am your Father and I said so!" God replied, wondering why He hadn't stopped creation after making the elephants.

A few minutes later, God saw His children having an apple break and He was ticked!

"Didn't I tell you not to eat the fruit?" God asked.

"Uh huh," Adam replied.

"Then why did you?" asked the Father.

"I don't know," said Eve.

"She started it!" Adam said.

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"DID NOT!"

Having had it with the two of them, God's punishment was that Adam and Eve should have children of their own. Thus the pattern was set and it has never changed.

 

BUT THERE IS REASSURANCE IN THE STORY!

 

If you have persistently and lovingly tried to give children wisdom and they haven't taken it, don't be hard on yourself.

If God had trouble raising children, what makes you think it would be a piece of cake for you?

 

THINGS TO THINK ABOUT!

 

1. You spend the first two years of their life teaching them to walk and talk. Then you spend the next sixteen telling them to sit down and be quiet.

2. Grandchildren are God's reward for not killing your own children.

Children seldom misquote you. In fact, they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn't have said..

3. The main purpose of holding children's parties is to remind yourself that there are children more awful than your own.

4. We child proofed our homes, but they are still getting in.

5. Be nice to your kids. They will choose your nursing home.

 

AND FINALLY...

 

IF YOU HAVE A LOT OF TENSION AND YOU GET A HEADACHE, DO WHAT IT SAYS ON THE ASPIRIN BOTTLE: "TAKE TWO ASPIRIN AND KEEP AWAY FROM CHILDREN".

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

"When Life gives you a thousand reasons to cry, Show that you have a million reasons to smile"

Once was a King who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The king looked at all the pictures. But there were only two he really liked, and he had to choose between them.

 

One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for peacefully towering mountains all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds.

All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect picture of peace.

 

The other picture had mountains too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky, from which rain fell and in which lightning played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all. But when the king looked closely, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on the nest-in perfect peace.

 

Which picture do you think won the prize? The king chooses the second picture. Do you know why?

 

"Because," explained the king, "peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart. That is the real meaning of peace."

 

 

 

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Where R U Going In Life?

 

A boat docked in a tiny Goan village. A tourist from Mumbai complimented the Goan fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.

 

"Not very long," answered the fisherman.  "But then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?" asked the Mumbaite.

 

The Goan fisherman explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.

 

The Mumbaite asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"

 

"I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, play guitar, sing a few songs... I have a full life."

 

The Mumbaite interrupted, "I have an MBA from IIM-A, and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat."

 

"And after that?" asked the Goan.

 

"With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Panjim, or even Mumbai. From there you can direct your huge new enterprise."

 

"How long would that take?" asked the Goan.

 

"Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years," replied the Mumbaite.

 

"And after that?"

"Afterwards? Well my Friend, That's when it gets really interesting," chuckled the Mumbaite, "When your business gets really big, you can start selling stocks and make millions!"

 

"Millions? Really? And after that?" asked the Goan.

 

 

"After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings doing what you like with your buddies."

 

"With all due respect sir, but that's exactly what I am doing now. So what's the point wasting 25 years?" asked the Goan.

 

Moral of the story is? Know where you're going in life. You may already be there.

 

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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

WHEN YOU THOUGHT I wasn't LOOKING..


A message every adult should read,
because children are
watching you and doing as you do, not as you say.




When you thought I wasn't looking,
*I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one. *

When you thought I wasn't looking,
*I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.*

When you thought I wasn't looking,
*I saw you make my favorite cake for me and I learned that the little things can be the special things in life. *

When you thought I wasn't looking,
*I heard you say a prayer, and I knew there is a God I could always talk to and I learned to trust in God. *

When you thought I wasn't looking,
*I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other. *

When you thought I wasn't looking,
*I saw you give your time and money to help people who had nothing and I learned that those who have something should give to those who don"t.*

When you thought I wasn't looking,
*I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it and I learned we have to take care of what we are given. *

When you thought I wasn't looking,
*I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up. *

When you thought I wasn't looking,
*I saw tears come from your eyes and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry. *

When you thought I wasn't looking,
*I saw that you cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be. *

When you thought I wasn't looking,
*I learned most of life"s lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up. *

When you thought I wasn't looking,
*I looked at you and wanted to say, "Thanks for all the things I saw

when you thought I wasn't looking..." *


LITTLE EYES SEE A **** LOT

Each of us (parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle, teacher or friend) influence the life of a child.

Keep the Spark Alive

(Chetan Bhagat's Inaugural Speech for the new batch at the Symbiosis)

Good Morning everyone and thank you for giving me this chance to speak to you. This day is about you. You, who have come to this college, leaving the comfort of your homes (or in some cases discomfort), to become something in your life. I am sure you are excited. There are few days in human life when one is truly elated. The first day in college is one of them. When you were getting ready today, you felt a tingling in your stomach. What would the auditorium be like, what would the teachers be like, who are my new classmates - there is so much to be curious about. I call this excitement,the spark within you that makes you feel truly alive today. Today I am going to talk about keeping the spark shining. Or to put it another way,how to be happy most, if not all the time.


Where do these sparks start? I think we are born with them. My 3-year old twin boys have a million sparks. A little Spiderman toy can make them jump on the bed. They get thrills from creaky swings in the park. A story from daddy gets them excited. They do a daily countdown for birthday party – several months in advance – just for the day they will cut their own birthday cake.


I see students like you, and I still see some sparks. But when I see older people, the spark is difficult to find. That means as we age, the spark fades. People whose spark has faded too much are dull, dejected, aimless and bitter. Remember Kareena in the first half of Jab We Met vs the second half? That is what happens when the spark is lost. So how to save the spark?


Imagine the spark to be a lamp's flame. The first aspect is nurturing - to give your spark the fuel, continuously. The second is to guard against storms.


To nurture, always have goals. It is human nature to strive, improve and achieve full potential. In fact, that is success. It is what is possible for you. It isn't any external measure - a certain cost to company pay package, a particular car or house.


Most of us are from middle class families. To us, having material landmarks
is success and rightly so. When you have grown up where money constraints force everyday choices, financial freedom is a big achievement. But it isn't the purpose of life. If that was the case, Mr. Ambani would not show up for work. Shah Rukh Khan would stay at home and not dance anymore. Steve Jobs won't be working hard to make a better iPhone, as he sold Pixar for billions of dollars already. Why do they do it? What makes them come to work everyday? They do it because it makes them happy. They do it because it makes them feel alive. Just getting better from current levels feels good. If you study hard, you can improve your rank. If you make an effort
to interact with people, you will do better in interviews. If you practice,
your cricket will get better. You may also know that you cannot become Tendulkar, yet. But you can get to the next level. Striving for that next level is important.


Nature designed with a random set of genes and circumstances in which we were born.. To be happy, we have to accept it and make the most of nature's design. Are you? Goals will help you do that.


I must add, don't just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give you a balanced, successful life. I use the word balanced before successful. Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order.


There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup. There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. Shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions.


You must have read some quotes - Life is a tough race, it is a marathon or whatever. No, from what I have seen so far, life is one of those races in nursery school, where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first. Same with life, where health and relationships are the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die.

One last thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously. One of my yoga teachers used to make students laugh during classes. One student asked him if these jokes would take away something from the yoga practice. The teacher said - don't be serious, be sincere. This quote has defined my work ever since. Whether its my writing, my job, my relationships or any of my goals. I get thousands of opinions on my writing everyday. There is heaps of praise, there is intense criticism. If I take it all seriously, how will I write? Or rather, how will I live? Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It's ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.

I've told you three things - reasonable goals, balance and not taking it too seriously that will nurture the spark. However, there are four storms in life that will threaten to completely put out the flame. These must be guarded against. These are disappointment, frustration, unfairness and
loneliness of purpose.

Disappointment will come when your effort does not give you the expected return. If things don't go as planned or if you face failure. Failure is extremely difficult to handle, but those that do come out stronger. What did this failure teach me? is the question you will need to ask. You will feel miserable. You will want to quit, like I wanted to when nine publishers rejected my first book. Some IITians kill themselves over low grades – how silly is that? But that is how much failure can hurt you. But it's life. If challenges could always be overcome, they would cease to be a challenge. And remember - if you are failing at something, that means you are at your limit or potential. And that's where you want to be.

Disappointment's cousin is frustration, the second storm. Have you ever been frustrated? It happens when things are stuck. This is especially relevant in India. From traffic jams to getting that job you deserve, sometimes things take so long that you don't know if you chose the right goal. After books, I set the goal of writing for Bollywood, as I thought they needed writers. I am called extremely lucky, but it took me five years to get close to a release. Frustration saps excitement, and turns your initial energy into something negative, making you a bitter person. How did I deal with it? A realistic assessment of the time involved – movies take a long time to make even though they are watched quickly, seeking a certain enjoyment in the process rather than the end result – at least I was learning how to write scripts, having a side plan – I had my third book to write and even something as simple as pleasurable distractions in your life - friends, food, travel can help you overcome it. Remember, nothing is to be taken seriously. Frustration is a sign somewhere, you took it too seriously.

Unfairness - this is hardest to deal with, but unfortunately that is how our country works. People with connections, rich dads, beautiful faces, pedigree find it easier to make it – not just in Bollywood, but everywhere. And sometimes it is just plain luck. There are so few opportunities in India, so many stars need to be aligned for you to make it happen. Merit and hard work is not always linked to achievement in the short term, but the long term correlation is high, and ultimately things do work out. But realize, there will be some people luckier than you. In fact, to have an opportunity to go to college and understand this speech in English means you are pretty damm lucky by Indian standards. Let's be grateful for what we have and get the strength to accept what we don't. I have so much love from my readers that other writers cannot even imagine it. However, I don't get literary praise. It's ok. I don't look like Aishwarya Rai, but I have two boys who I think are more beautiful than her. It's ok. Don't let unfairness kill your spark.


Finally, the last point that can kill your spark is isolation. As you grow older you will realize you are unique. When you are little, all kids want Ice cream and Spiderman. As you grow older to college, you still are a lot like your friends. But ten years later and you realize you are unique. What you want, what you believe in, what makes you feel, may be different from even the people closest to you. This can create conflict as your goals may not match with others. . And you may drop some of them. Basketball captains in college invariably stop playing basketball by the time they have their second child. They give up something that meant so much to them. They do it for their family. But in doing that, the spark dies. Never, ever make that compromise. Love yourself first, and then others.

There you go. I've told you the four thunderstorms - disappointment, frustration, unfairness and isolation. You cannot avoid them, as like the monsoon they will come into your life at regular intervals. You just need to keep the raincoat handy to not let the spark die.

I welcome you again to the most wonderful years of your life. If someone gave me the choice to go back in time, I will surely choose college. But I also hope that ten years later as well, your eyes will shine the same way as they do today.. That you will Keep the Spark alive, not only through college, but through the next 2,500 weekends. And I hope not just you, but my whole country will keep that spark alive, as we really need it now more than any moment in history. And there is something cool about saying - I come from the land of a billion sparks.


Thank You!

Friday, September 12, 2008

Blessings

The man whispered

"God, speak to me"

And a meadow lark sang

But the man did not hear.

So the man yelled "God speak to me!"

And the thunder rolled across the sky.

But the man did not listen.

The man looked around and said "God let me see you"

And a star shone brightly.

But the man did not notice.

And the man shouted "God show me a miracle"

And a life was born.

But the man did not know.

So, the man cried out in despair.

"Touch me God and let me know that you are here!"

"Whereupon God reached down and touched the man.

But the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on................

 
 
Don't miss out on a blessing because it isn't packaged the way you expect.

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A school of thought about management

Scene: It's a fine sunny day in the forest, and a

rabbit is sitting outside his burrow, tippy-tapping on

his typewriter. Along comes a fox, out for a walk.

Fox: "What are you working on?"

Rabbit: "My thesis."

Fox: "Hmm... What is it about?"

Rabbit: "Oh, I'm writing about how rabbits eat

foxes."

Fox: "That's ridiculous! Any fool knows that

rabbits don't eat foxes!"

Rabbit: "Come with me and I'll show you!"

They both disappear into the rabbit's burrow.

After a few minutes, gnawing on a fox bone, the rabbit

returns to his typewriter and resumes typing.

 

Soon a wolf comes along and stops to watch the

hardworking rabbit.

Wolf: " What's that you are writing?"

Rabbit: " I'm doing a thesis on how rabbits eat

wolves."

Wolf: " you don't expect to get such rubbish

published, do you?"

Rabbit: " No problem. Do you want to see why?"

The rabbit and the wolf go into the burrow and

again the rabbit returns by himself, after a few

minutes, and goes back to typing.

 

Finally a bear comes along and asks, "What are

you doing?

Rabbit: " I'm doing a thesis on how rabbits eat

bears."

Bear: "Well that's absurd!

Rabbit: "Come into my home and I'll show you"

As they enter the burrow, the rabbit introduces

the bear to the lion.

 

Moral: IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW SILLY YOUR THESIS

TOPIC IS. WHAT MATTERS IS WHO YOU HAVE FOR A

SUPERVISOR.

 

In the context of the working world: IT DOESN'T

MATTER HOW BAD YOUR PERFORMANCE IS; WHAT MATTERS IS

WHETHER YOUR BOSS LIKES YOU.

PUT THE GLASS DOWN TODAY !!

A Professor began his class by holding up a glass with some water in
 it.
He held it up for all to see & asked the students.
"How much do you think this glass weighs?"
'50gms!' .... '100gms!' .....'125gms'
..the students answered.
"I really don't know unless I weigh it," said the professor, "but, my
 question is: What would happen if I held it up like this for a few
 minutes?"
'Nothing' .....the students said.
'Ok what would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?' the
 professor asked.
'Your arm would begin to ache' said one of the student.
"You're right, now what would happen if I held it for a day?"
"Your arm could go numb, you might have severe muscle stress &
 paralysis & have to go to hospital for sure!" ventured another student & all
 the students laughed.
"Very good.  But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?"
  asked the professor.  'No'.... Was the answer.
"Then what caused the arm ache & the muscle stress?"
The students were puzzled.
"What should I do now to come out of pain?" asked professor again.
"Put the glass down!" said one of the students
Exactly!" said the professor.
Life's problems are something like this. Hold it for a few minutes in
 your head & they seem OK.  Think of them for a long time & they begin to
 ache. Hold it even longer & they begin to paralyze you. You will not
 be able to do anything.
 
It's important to think of the challenges or problems in your life,
  But EVEN MORE IMPORTANT is to 'PUT THEM DOWN' at the end of every day
  before you go to sleep. That way, you are not stressed, you wake up every
 day fresh & strong & can handle any issue, any challenge that comes
 your way!
So, When you leave office today,  Remember friend to 'PUT THE GLASS
 DOWN TODAY!

A Nice Anecdote to be shared

 
One day a Maths teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much," were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in "Kargil" war and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never attended Funeral of a serviceman before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The place was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk. The teacher was the last one to bless .

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Sanjay's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Sanjay talked about you a lot." 

After the funeral, most of Sanjay's former classmates were there. Sanjay's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket "They found this on Sanjay when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Sanjay's classmates had said about him.

"Thank you so much for doing that," Sanjay's mother said. "As you can see, Sanjay treasured it."

All of Sanjay's former classmates started to gather around. Arjun smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."

Prithwiraj's wife said, " Prithwiraj asked me to put his in our wedding album."

"I have mine too," Rashmi said. "It's in my diary"

Then Deepali, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Deepali said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists"

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Sanjay and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late. 


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Gone are d days... but not the memories !!!


Gone are the days
When the school reopened in April,
And we settled in our new desks and benches.

Gone are the days
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes.

Gone are the days
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.

Gone are the days
We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and
progressed
To fountain pens and ball pens and then micro tips.

Gone are the days
We began drawing with crayons and evolved to
Colour pencils and finally sketch pens.

Gone are the days
We started calculating first with tables and then
with
Clarkes tables and advanced to calculators and
computers.

Gone are the days
When we chased one another in the corridors in
Intervals,
And returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.

Gone are the days
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds.


Gone are the days
When all the colours in the world,
Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays.

Gone are the days
When a single games period in the week's Time Table,
Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.

Gone are the days
When cricket was played with writing pads as bats,
And Neckties and socks rolled into balls.

Gone are the days
When few played "kabadi" and "Co-Co" in scorching
sun,
While others simply played "book cricket" in the
confines of
classroom.

Gone are the days
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.

Gone are the days
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks.

Gone are the days
When few rushed at 3:45 to
"Conquer" window seats in our School bus.

Gone are the days
While few others had "Big Fun", "pulippu muttai",
"gulfi ice", "seeval ice !" and "pepsi !" at 4o
Clock.

Gone are the days
Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day ,
And the one-month long preparations for them.

Gone are the days
Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual
Exams,
And the most enjoyed holidays after them.

Gone are the days
Of tenth and twelfth standards, when we
Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests.

Gone are the days
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost,
We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.

Gone are the days
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more.

Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and
Ever and ever and
Ever.


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