CANVAS.......with Love,D Palette Holder

Little Green Corner

2010-08-01T09:02:00.000-07:00

As the day broke, a tinge of green covered that little corner and I fell fast in love with the depth of those calming hues of green,completely lost in observing the vine outside my window. Since then it has become such a refreshing experience to view it ,that this corner of my home has got my special attention.

The contrasting pitch black and lively green beauty has some cool, silent, elemental, rich and unquestionable mystery within. The room seems to be bathed in soothing green light which doesn't require any effort to get sucked into it. For that instant everything seems to be detached and makes one wonder "How beautiful this nature is?"

But something that bothers me much more is this saying

"Nature is over"
The 20th century did it.

An altered climate will reshuffle the ecological deck for every creature

that breathes.You cannot escape industrialism and hide from the sky.It's over.From now on,

Nature is under surviellance and life support.A 21 st century avantgarde has to deal with the

consequences and thrive in that world.

-Bruce Sterling

So thought of capturing this precious and amazing beauty into my camera forever because

who knows what's gonna be the fate of nature!

Choodiyan....

2009-12-27T04:56:00.000-08:00

Just Lovely....

All it needs is....COURAGE

2009-12-27T04:40:00.000-08:00

Not being much into the TV stuff... I am very choosy about the ones I watch.Recently introduced to DID (hope everybody knows it...'DANCE INDIA DANCE')by my friend...It's the season 2 of DID...n believe me,I never knew about it before this.I have just seen it's 2 or 3 auditions and one thing which I loved about this series is the courage projected by people.I remember one such girl called Sakti (The one in kolkata auditions).She was deaf n dumb...She projected the true love for music.Who says.."Music is for ears"...She showed Music,d way to her heart.I was really amazed to see her confidence...hats off to her.
We always lament on the things we have got in life.We don't have the courage to face it and above all we don't even try to put our effort for it.Believe me...Everything is possible in life...All it needs is COURAGE !!!....Learn from them who potray it.

Moving on to .......2010 !

2009-12-19T21:36:00.000-08:00

" Remember to smell the flowers "

Entering the last month of 09

wishin this for people who made

me happy dis year

Thanx for being there

and

making me

SMILE

Ur words.....

2009-12-19T20:41:00.000-08:00

I am here in mysore....chasing my dreams.3 months are almost gone....and sometimes it just seems to be a blink of my eye,A second before, I was about to board the karnataka express n waving mom n dad goodbye and now I have completed so many modules...hell lot of assignments , perceptions,hands-on ...(ohh!!..not to worry...this is the common terminology used by "Infoscions")....n now time in not so far when I'll be facing my first compre-handson....hahaha!!

Ahha!!..it feels so good to hear this word "Infoscion"...however I'm still in the struggle of being the one....still 3 months to go...let's see how it goes. This was what I was upto since the last few months of my disappearence from blogger which is gonna continue for few more months.

Two of my friends,Anjali n Gunjan, who were in the Computer Science batch have got their posting and they left yesterday for Pune.They have always been a support to me so I'm surely gonna miss them very much .I told them who'll help me after this, to which Gunjan replied "It's a professional world Shinum, Learn to depend on yourself".....These horrible words are still echoeing....

My First salary

2009-10-30T06:44:00.000-07:00

Hey friends

It was hard to be away from my canvas for 1 whole month and today, this day has its own importance in my lifetime.Yes! I got my first ever salary today... I can't believe I have grown up so much that I am being paid and now I know how its feels.It seems something has changed.

Ohh!!! I haven't checked the ATM...so I am very anxious .

Okk See You...

Byee

A Goodbye

2009-09-30T11:19:00.000-07:00

To my space...Canvas

You gave me a new direction with entirely different dimensions and helped me to see the hidden

confidence inside.I'll miss those hours spent in nurturing you but i am really happy that I grew something.

Anyhow saying goodbye is hard but I have the assurance that.....

Goodbyes are not forever.

Goodbyes are not the end.

They simply mean I'll miss you

Until we meet again .

Yours

D palette Holder

Try growing something....n with time you will be in love with it.

He said...

2009-09-29T21:19:00.000-07:00

Come to the edge....

We can't,

We are afraid....

Come to the edge....

We can't,

we will fall .....

Come to the edge.....

And they came to the edge...

.And he pushed them....

And they flew....

A li'l something 4 u

2009-09-28T21:53:00.000-07:00

Flowers.....A single or a bunch...the love in them will remain the same forever n ever.

Rehndi duniya tak rahe na shaheedan da

2009-09-28T06:34:00.000-07:00

Its Shaheed Bhagat Singh's Birthday today‏

Hope all Indians are aware of this day.....hmm.. don't worry.

Let me tell you something about this day.

Date of birth: September 28, 1907

Place of birth: Lyallpur, Punjab, British India

Date of Shaheedi: March 23, 1931

Place of Shaheedi: Lahore, Punjab, British India

Movement: Indian Independence movement

Major organizations: Naujawan Bharat Sabha, Kirti Kissan Party and Hindustan Socialist Republican Association

Religion: Atheist

Influences Anarchism, Communism, Socialism

Achievements:

Gave a new direction to revolutionary movement in India, formed 'Naujavan Bharat Sabha' to spread the message of revolution in Punjab, formed 'Hindustan Samajvadi Prajatantra Sangha' along with Chandrasekhar Azad to establish a republic in India, assassinated police official Saunders to avenge the death of Lala Lajpat Rai, dropped bomb in Central Legislative Assembly along with Batukeshwar Dutt.

Bhagat Singh was one of the most prominent faces of Indian freedom struggle. He was a revolutionary ahead of his times. By Revolution he meant that the present order of things, which is based on manifest injustice must change. Bhagat Singh studied the European revolutionary movement and was greatly attracted towards socialism. He realised that the overthrow of British rule should be accompanied by the socialist reconstruction of Indian society and for this political power must be seized by the workers.

Though portrayed as a terrorist by the British, Sardar Bhagat Singh was critical of the individual terrorism which was prevalent among the revolutionary youth of his time and called for mass mobilization. Bhagat Singh gave a new direction to the revolutionary movement in India. He differed from his predecessors on two counts. Firstly, he accepted the logic of atheism and publicly proclaimed it. Secondly, until then revolutionaries had no conception of post-independence society. Their immediate goal was destruction of the British Empire and they had no inclination to work out a political alternative. Bhagat Singh, because of his interest in studying and his keen sense of history gave revolutionary movement a goal beyond the elimination of the British. A clarity of vision and determination of purpose distinguished Bhagat Singh from other leaders of the National Movement. He emerged as the only alternative to Gandhi and the Indian National Congress, especially for the youth.

Bhagat Singh was born in a Sikh family in village Banga in Layalpur district of Punjab (now in Pakistan). He was the third son of Sardar Kishan singh .

Its a humble request please remember him atleast for few minutes from your busy schedule.

PUMA....D LoZzikal

2009-09-27T05:18:00.000-07:00

Away she went....

2009-09-26T10:39:00.000-07:00

Away went the butterfly leaving her message behind........

...that was the first thing I had to learn about her, and maybe the hardest I've ever learned about anything--that she is her own, and what she gives me is of her choosing, and the more precious because of it. Sometimes a butterfly will come to sit in your open palm, but if you close your hand, one way or the other, it--and its choice to be there--are gone!!!

n she comes to you when you expect her the least........

Everything lies in " Expecting the Unexpected."

Clicking Hanuman

2009-09-25T02:02:00.000-07:00

It was great fun clicking little Hanumanji. The great monkey god came to me with a shy smile and said..."Shinu Bua..Meri photo khich do".

It reminded me of my childhood days when we were fascinated by the Ramlila characters.We used to ask papa to take us to the nearby temple for Ramlila....the 10 headed rawana...a man disguised as Sita ....Lord Rama...

n here's our beloved Hanuman

Somewhat modern but still carrying the same gist and strength.

JAI HANUMAN

Nice to meet U

2009-09-23T09:45:00.000-07:00

Hey its you...Do you know??.....You are REMARKABLE !!!!

The leaves are changing & so can you..... NEW SCHOOL,NEW JOB ,NEW LOVE ,NEW LIFE. Autumn calls for reinvention, a change of scenery. Don’t hold back. Roam around,have fun, tell her you love her, tell him you’re leaving, start a band, leave your job, switch your major, do what makes you feel good. the choices you make now will pave the way for the rest of your life.

Does that always have to be a negative thing?

no no no no no no!!! don’t be frightened, things will work out. Throw your heart into it & hold your chin up high. we’re going to make a beautiful future.

This is the start of something remarkable....and it's nice to meet you.

The Mistress of Spices !!!!

2009-09-20T09:34:00.000-07:00

I am not a movie freak but still sure that once you read the title ,within an instant, a picture would've came tumbling down in your brain..... Gorgeous Ash in the Spice Bazaar.....isn't it?

Ohh!!!...so sorry for this but here I'll not be talking of Mrs. Bachchan rather I am applying a full tadka to it and presenting before you .....Hold your Breath....The very original !!!!

"The Mistress of Spices"

Wife of Dr. Bedi and a mother of two.

Achievements

Doctorate in managing her Home n further pursuing a higher degree in the same subject.
Handles two most nuisance creating kids
Handles Dr. Bedi.....(really a horrible task) [:D]

A busy mom providing her family the services of a manager, child care worker, a chef,

a counsellor, a teacher,a maid, a laundry worker......n the count goes on.

Always spotted working n working n working ....24X7 ....spring ....summer ....autumn ...winter.....mondays...fridays..... or sundays.....still Smiling Calmly.

Her hug makes my day..... n her kiss has that sense of security.

I'll tell you one thing.....The recent survey of US says...."If you are a stay-at home wife and mother,you are worth a whopping $125,900 a year because you would have to pay $2500 a week to perform all these jobs"

I say the numbers n figures aren't enough to state her worth....because the above list of jobs does not include her amazing beauty,her wit,her crafting , her sewing, her art, her talent , her mind n above all...her beautiful heart .

Now,

The Mistress of spices has cooked us something special....which I am not at all ready to share.

So, just have a look...and if you can enjoy...then enjoy!!!!

Sugar n l'il Spice

2009-09-19T22:53:00.000-07:00

A little sweet....A little sour

Sometimes a Smile

Sometimes a Laugh

Sometimes a Tear

Sometimes a Wind

Sometimes a Flower

Sometimes a Kiss

Sometimes a Walk

Sometimes a Dance

Sometimes a Shine

Sometimes a Dream

Sometimes a Hope

Sometimes a Breeze

Sometimes a Joy

Sometimes a Doll

Sometimes a Bird

Sometimes a Bubble

Sometimes a Dew

Sometimes a Surprise

Sometimes a Darkness

Sometimes a Loneliness

Sometimes an Emotion

Sometimes a Book

Sometimes a Diary

n Sometimes just a Few Words

Sometimes a Mischief

Sometimes a Clown

n Sometimes it could be Upside Down

Sometimes the Pole Star

Sometimes a Twilight

if not then sometimes a piece of Moon

Sometimes a Jingle

Sometimes a Music

Sometimes a Deep Sea

Sometimes a fire fly

Sometimes a Peacock

or Sometimes just a Butterfly

Just add a pinch of Sugar n Spice ......

n here comes.......The Little GIRL.

CAUTION: Highly Fragile.....Handle with utmost care

LoZzikally loZzikal

2009-09-19T10:26:00.000-07:00

Some cause happiness wherever they go,Others ,whenever they go

Care...its all

2009-09-19T09:22:00.000-07:00

I don't know how n why I stumble upon some things which are really good and I can't resist adding them to this blog . This is really worthwhile to pause upon..... Again this is not my own creation but still I couldn't hold onto myself to prevent a Ctrl-A Ctrl-C Ctrl-V from a very beautiful blog.

You don't actually have to take the quiz. Just read straight through, and you'll get the point .....

Take this quiz:

1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.

2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.

3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America contest.

4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.

5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor actress.

6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.

How did you do?

The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields.

But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten.

Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.

Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:

1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.

2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.

3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.

4. Think of a few people who have made you feel, appreciated and special.

5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.

6. Name half a dozen heroes whose stories have inspired you. Easier?

The lesson:

The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials,

the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones who CARE.

I want to add one more Lesson to it:

There are two beautiful words which Western culture has gifted us, for those who care...."Thank u"and "Sorry"

Make a habit to use them often...Say it to each and every person who matters for you...even if its your sweeper.....after all he has helped you.See how happy you will feel inside.

Gone r the days....

2009-09-17T08:50:00.001-07:00

Rubbing my eyes this morning with the other hand clutching the magazine section of 'TheTribune'

The first line goes as..."The Lost Childhood".

And then the few following it were ....

Remember the days when chuttiyan would bring loads of masti, lazy mornings,planning mischief and indulging ourselves in all sorts of game....PAY ATTENTION.....Stapu, Ludo, marbles,seven stones (pitho garam)....n list goes on....I think even Infinity won't be able to compile them.

So, I thought I should do something to bring the memories afresh for everybody.

This is "pitho"....my favourite , though it has given me a lifelong scar on my right hand which I always mention as my identification mark.

Then the "ringa ringa roses" n its li'l bit matching punjabi version ..... "kotla chappaki"

Here comes the ever old " STAPU ".I still remember its innovative forms...the circular stapu , TV stapu , Big Stapu , Small stapu....stapu n stapu.

Spending quality time in park.....and that quality time usually ended up with loads of pitai from our parents as the whole day was our quality time.

Recalling those good old days, I remember that we used to wish the lights should go off every night so that we can get a chance to go out and play..... n whenever our wish got granted, the sessions of HIDE n SEEK would follow.

Wish those days could come back......Grant me a wish n I would go back in time and stop it till I enjoy those days again.

But.... Gone r the days...Gone r the days !!!!!

D spectrum walks wid me !!!

2009-09-16T23:22:00.000-07:00

See beyond these 7 colours...there's a whole spectrum walking alongide

To the last hair,To the last breath...

2009-09-14T01:59:00.000-07:00

I have not written this post myself but reading blogs is much more interesting than writing one. The best thing is that we get something to learn out of it. Posted below is an article which should not be mistaken as an inspirational or a motivational one....but requires a little analysis....The analysis of yourself and the ones around you....So, go on!!!

A few weeks ago, while at the park with my family, an elderly woman dressed in a sari came over to say hello. After a brief introduction, she said to us “wait here for a second” and called out “Alex…come here!” A little boy with light skin and brown hair ran over to us. The lady in the sari bent down and said to Alex, “See…this is what your grandfather looked like. He wore a turban and had a long beard just like him.” Alex wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, but he forced a quick smile and ran back to the swings.

As a dastaar-wearing Sikh, I come across these interactions quite often – some pleasant, some not-so-pleasant, and some downright awkward. But because they happen so often, I tend to brush it off and forget all about them quickly. For some reason, this incident stuck with me. It made me think about the days in Gurmat camp decades ago when the Uncles would scare us in to keeping our kesh or else keshdari Sikhs would become a “thing of the past” and “only be seen in museum exhibits.” I never bought that theory, but the incident in the park did shake me a bit. Although Sikhi is such a large part of my life, truth is…I really don’t think about kesh much. As a matter of fact, when I lead presentations about Sikhi to Sikhs or non-Sikhs, I make a point to downplay the kesh aspect. Not that it is any less important than any of the other kakaars, but with non-Sikhs, the “mystery” behind the kesh seems to overtake discussions, and we miss some of the most important and central tenets of the faith…equality, self-less service, self-realization, and universality of the message. And even with Sikhs, kesh is made such a focus that many in our community feel that as long as we retain the external image of a Sikh, the rest of maryada and discipline does not apply. It is essentially a “free-pass” and gives us the right to criticize those who do not keep their kesh.

Being the only Sikh boy in my school in the early 80’s was difficult and I always questioned why I needed to keep my kesh in the first place. I was given all kinds of answers – some said it was Guru Sahib’s way of giving us a unique identify we “couldn’t run away from” after the circumstances of Guru Tegh Bahdur’s shaheedi. Some said that hair has traditionally been a sign of saintliness, as many other saints from other religions kept long hair. Others said we should not cut something that grows naturally from our bodies (yes, the finger nail debate would quickly follow), while others gave more “alternative” reasons – that hair served as “antennae” to gather and channel energy from the sun. At a recent seminar I attended, one of the more “scholarly” elders referred to kesh as a “custom” and well, customs after time…do change. I’ve heard just about everything. Strange how I was so consumed with this question throughout most of my childhood and adolescence, but as I’ve gotten older and learned more about Gurmat, I’ve started to wonder less and less about it. Instead, I’m consumed with what I find difficult now – waking up at amritvela, focusing on my paath, being compassionate and forgiving, letting go of my ego, attachment, and anger, seeing Waheguru in everyone…it’s as though keeping my hair is the easiest thing my Guru has asked of me…I mean, I don’t even have to try! And for everything my Guru has given me, isn’t this the least I can do as an expression of my love? In the end, we all have to come up with our own reason. Personally, I keep my kesh because my Guru has asked this of me…and I accept it as his gift – that’s it. It is neither a symbol nor a custom…it is a part of me…a part of my history. It is what Bhai Taru Singh gave his life for rather than a strand be cut. It is what Sikhs all around the world reflect upon daily in our Ardas, remembering those who gave their lives, “Kesan Suasan Naal Nibaahi” (with their hair intact, to the last breath). Just like a soldier wears his/her uniform proudly because it reflects the principles and tenets for which the country stands…my kakaars serve much the same…it represents the principles and tenets of my faith…equality, justice, service, compassion. And every time I stand before a mirror I am reminded of those principles and the code by which I live. Everyone around me is aware of it too…I cannot run away from it. And if my appearance means I am excluded from joining my co-workers at the bar after work or I’m randomly selected at airports from time to time…so be it. It is an honor and a privilege to bear the image of the Khalsa. And with my Ardaas and His grace, I shall live up to the ideals for which it stands. Just about everybody I talk to or every article I read about the state of the panth tells me much the same…youth cutting their hair, trimming their beards, moving away from Sikhi etc. etc. Although I don’t ignore the realities of our situation, I don’t dwell in it either…I choose hope instead. I’m convinced through further reflection of our history, our traditions, and inspiration through Gurbani, we (individually and collectively) will reflect the Guru’s love and message. I look forward to a day at the park where a mother will bring their child over to us, lean down and say “This is a Sikh family…if you are ever in need…you can always count on them to help!”

Look...U may be in the same shoes !!!

2009-09-13T08:13:00.000-07:00

Laugh Out Loud !!!!

I can bet , this place is insufficient for accomodating the innumerable "Ugliest Children" on earth. Oops...It should be "The Ugliest Creatures" on earth.

YES.. The ugliest creatures, who throw away their parents like rags, are meant to be disposed off in such slums. It is sorrowful to see this elevating scenario of dumping old parents in an oldage home. Young people with vigor and strength forget that its not too late for them to be in the same shoes.

Life seems to be meaningless. Isn't it ? An individual slogs all through his life for the family and with a view that a day would come when he can just relax in his armchair and read his favorite book and tell tales of his youthful days to the younger generation. He will term those days as "And they lived happily ever after". Alas! he forgets that the day of his rest is someone else's busy day and the loved one won't even owe a second for him.

Its just one life that we all have,why can't we be a support to the needy who is not a stranger? Why can't we build a world of love that shelters all, irrespective of age?

It is a humble request...Please consider it for a grain of humanity if you still have it within. I have been to an old age home once when I was a kid. I remember it vaguely but I can't forget the sadness of their hearts which reflected on their faces. Most of them don't ever complain, they just say that, my son or daughter has to go on and I can't be a burden for them!

If you respect the one who has moulded you into a fine being, then just hold their hand and lead them straight into your home. They don't need your money or luxury, they just need a shoulder to lean. Help them lead the last few days of their life that doesn't trigger loneliness.

else

"Go to Hell"...You are meant for it.

LoZziKaL aGAiN !!!

2009-09-13T07:57:00.000-07:00

"The quickest way to double your money is to fold it

in half and put it back in your pocket"

In The constitution of One's own self

2009-09-11T04:32:00.000-07:00

Hey everyone....You must have gone through a chapter titled "OUR CONSTITUTION"

in "CIVICS". It includes the rights which our constitution has granted us. ...n I am sure that none of us remember them now even though we crammed them as a process to learn them by heart for examination.I can't say much about you but I don't remember them right now but I'll surely discuss them someday.

I am here to tell you about the rights in the constitution of "ONE'S OWN SELF".

YOU HAVE

The right to decide how to lead ur life.This includes pursuing ur own goals and dreams and establishing your own priorities.

The right to ur own values, beliefs, opinions, and emotions and the right to respect yourself for them, no matter what the opinion of others is.
The right not to justify or explain your actions or feelings to others.
The right to tell others how you wish to be treated.
The right to express yourself and say "No" ,"I don't know", "I don't understand" , or even "I don't care" .You have the right to take time you need to formulate your ideas before expressing them.

The right to ask for information or help without having negative feelings about your needs.
The right to change your mind, to make mistakes, and to sometimes act illogically with full understanding and acceptance of the consequences.

The right to like yourself even though you're not perfect and sometimes do less than you are capable of doing.

The right to have positive satisfying relationships within you feel comfortable and free to express yourself honestly and the right to change or end relationships if they don't meet your needs.

The right to change , enhance, or develop your life in any way you determine.

Express Yourself..... n Be Assertive
Enjoy your Freedom

Good GOD

2009-09-09T05:12:00.000-07:00

We have convinced ourselves that there’s an invisible man…living in the sky, who watches everything we do every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a long list of specific things he doesn’t want us to do. And if we do any of these things, he will send us to a special place, of BURNING and FIRE and SMOKE and TORTURE and ANGUISH for we to live forever, and SUFFER and BURN and SCREAM until the end of time.

But u know "he loves us."

nah nah nah nah......Don't worry

He loves us and he needs money. This is how we practise our religions today...The whole full of myths, rituals...insensible practices and our nonsense creations. Moreover they are being transferred to the innocent minds....

Think!!!!.....if God really LOVES us..."Why on the earth would he send anyone of us to hell". This is not supposed to be so. Instead of teaching morality to the kids...usually the parents are spotted saying "No No Beta .....Do this as I say otherwise a so called EVIL POWER(many names have been introduced by parents like Ghostman , devil, mano billi , blackbear etc. ) will take you away " .

MIND IT!!!....The effects of these things are everlasting....Your child will develop a fear of that invisible something forever.....Whereas this fear should be that of "The GOD". One must fear God for not doing good deeds...one must fear himself..... Don't malign GOD by attaching the words like BURNING, ANGER , SCREAM, TORTURE etc.

He is serene and he lies within us.

Move on but Don't leave....

2009-09-07T09:29:00.000-07:00

How long has it been? three, four years? I have lost count. It’s not the amount of time that we’ve been together that matters but the places we’ve gone to together. You accompanied me through successes and failures, you endured my care-free nature that took its toll on your health. What started as an awkward, uncomfortable relationship bloomed to a partnership that is hard to break. But breaking up the relationship is what we must do. Your time to retire from loyal service has come. We need to move on, I need to move on. I am set to reach new frontiers in my life, set my feet on new adventures. I’m very sorry to leave you behind but I realize that being together can get us nowhere. I already accepted the fact that my new set of shoes will not be able to provide me the same kind of comfort that we worked so hard to develop between us but I am also confident that in time and with some effort we can be more comfortable with each other, the way we were.

This is true with you and I my old pair of shoes as it is with the changes that happen in my life. They are all painful at first, scary even but I know that the only way to move forward in this life is to take some risk and try new things.

Thank you for your service, I’m moving on now but I will always remember that you taught me

"Old is Gold"

D Ultimate Need

2009-09-07T09:14:00.000-07:00

The Conditional " Unconditional " Bond

2009-09-05T02:56:00.000-07:00

We usually talk of unconditional bonds which are formed truly deep inside the heart but there is a bond which is pure above all....though considered to be unconditional but the ones bound to it have to suffice certain condition putting their whole heart into it...It is the pure "Guru-Shishya bond" which has matured to a "Teacher-student" bond in modern times. The certain condition or the promise of the teacher is "To impart a new lesson everyday to his student" and that of the student is to "Respect his teacher and learn that lesson daily".

Nowadays, we perceive "Teacher" as a mere "Profession"...this is where we are wrong.

Teaching is not a profession...a primary school teacher , a lecturer or a professor may or may not be a "Teacher" whereas on the other hand our friend, our parents, a beggar, a next door guy/gal or our conscience may be our true "Teachers" in fact.Being a teacher is nourishing the human soul.It takes a lot of hard work and wisdom to be a true teacher.There is no word in English language which is equivalent or can take place of a the word "GURU"....Guru is eternal in itself.....In Guru-Shisya Parampara, the student shows unconditional acceptance of his Guru, keeps him in profound veneration and treats him as embodiment of almighty God. That is the level of commitment the student shows to his Guru. Guru treats the student as his alter ego and keeps his welfare close to his heart. Parents give biological birth whereas the Guru gives a spiritual birth.

Slowly this pure relationship between teacher and the student has deteriorated. The teacher no longer commands respect from the student. He is a paid servant.The attitudes have changed.Similar is the condition of students, they are lacking in character,they don't bother to respect their teachers. This is only because today students don't deserve to be called "Students" and teachers don't deserve to be called as "Teachers".The meanings have changed,education has narrowed down to subjects and teaching to a source of income which should not be so...Teaching is independent of money...it has nothing to do with money...its a prayer, a natural urge to impart knowledge which helps build a strong character and nourish souls...Believe it...It has an immense satisfaction and has a place next to God.

Throughout our life we encounter numerous teachers who certainly make a difference to whom we aspire to be today.I too have certain teachers whom I regard as my destiny makers...

I owe them the world ....they taught me how to appreciate life....and I thank them from the core of my heart.

This is the best day when you can thank your teachers as I did.....Yes, I rang up my favourite school teacher , Neelam Mam, for the first time today.....her happiness showed up in her voice on phone...Believe me ....Your teachers feel special when you remember them even after so many years...Its never too late...Go grab your cell phones.....They are just a call away or simply send an sms...."Happy Teacher's Day"

Want to SIGN OUT ??

2009-09-04T04:07:00.000-07:00

Today, as a routine and a well established habit of the last 4 months,the three most important windows on my internet browser had been signed in by me which are Orkut, Gmail and yahoo mail .It was after 15 minutes that I felt as if I am addicted to this virtual world, "The Internet" , to such an extent that I can't control myself signing in at least once every 24 hours . I was continuously staring at the "SIGN OUT" and this is what came to my mind.

We are becoming increasingly dependent on technology .We are happy to log out of the real world and log into the virtual one.The charm of meeting people and interacting with them face-to-face is slowly losing out its importance to chatting, texting etc. We are deeply in love with this virtual world slowly disconnecting ourselves from the reality.... So what can you expect from this virtual world..... its the cultivation of virtual feelings in us which are usually false and contain no emotions and are far from reality.We are gradually losing our contact with real things that breathe and as we enter this virtual world,we are someone else in disguise....it is our another face.....NOW DON'T GIVE ME THAT FOUL LOOK!!!!....Didn't you ever had to reply when an unwanted person Pings or have never replied at all assuming that your friend may think its the network problem.....

It is not always true that technology has made us slaves , it is really beneficial but the important thing is how we use it.Excess of everything is hazardous...isn't it? I believe it is far better to talk to a friend sitting across the table rather than chatting or texting with somebody far in Timbuktu...Who Knows ..."It may be a DOG on the other side" ....dogs are indeed becoming smarter.

So finally I have SIGNED OUT....Do you want to sign out too??

Every Day.......

2009-09-02T04:46:00.000-07:00

Answer to Preeti's "is it really necessary"

2009-09-01T22:47:00.000-07:00

As I have already mentioned that Preeti has raised many important issues (lavish weddings, dowry and poverty) and we need to take a step further.I came across a latest advertisement of "Jaago Re" and it gave me the answer to her question.It is we who allow all these rituals and practices,we are the only ones who are responsible for rearing these evils in society.The need of the hour is that every literate individual must act maturely and ethically in spite of their gender.

I hope to see a bright future ahead for our society.

Preeti,You have done a great job by raising these issues. Wish you the best for writing...do come up with more of your interesting pieces.

"Is it really necessary…" written by my friend Preeti

2009-08-30T23:33:00.000-07:00

Hey friends...Preeti has come up with a very important issue which is dug deep in our Indian society. The time has come when we can jointly pull its deep dug roots out and welcome a new beginning. Please take a notice of this and give your precious views regarding it.

Now-a- days, being at home, I watch many serials on TV. Some of which include pure saas-bahu genre serials, some include reality shows and no one knows what is real in that. Though none of the serial or the reality show teaches us anything but watching these serials has become inevitable for us, that we can even have a heated argument with our dear ones to have the control of the remote.
Well keeping all these things apart, let us take the example of the famous serial “ye rista kya kehlata hai” on star plus. Till date I have not understood the basic concept of this serial. All that is shown is about the rituals and the lavish wedding. People fight on petty matters about some unwanted rituals, which no one knows who damn person has invented, and what relevance it has, and just blindly follow them. Even if one does not want to or does not follow the same the person has to face criticism). I am not talking about the necessary rituals which are off course needed but all other unnecessary ones can definitely be avoided. What is shown on TV is that a girl’s parents have to always bow down in front of the opposite one’s. Bowing down in respect is a completely different scenario but surrendering in front of others is not at all acceptable, at least to me. Respect should be given to all but parents should not fulfill the unethical demands, and the girl’s parents do it, just thinking that their daughter will be treated well in the other house. But I think this should not be done at all. People watch these serials and a very wrong message is passed to the society which does not do any good.

People spend lavishly on the marriages. Unnecessary wastage of both health and money is done. Everyone wants to see good marriages and every parent has a dream of a very good marriage and they will obviously do it on their own. But why one should be compelled to do more and more unnecessary rituals and give dowry and stuff, which is not at all needed. I will not let my parents do that for me. Because for parents, their ward’s future is their utmost concern and they just keep on doing more and more just praying that she is happy in her in laws place. Spending more and more does not decide a person’s economic or financial status. And mind it I am just talking about the unnecessary things. Instead that amount of money can be invested for the girl’s security or even be given to a charity. People in India don’t even have the three necessities of life. People can’t even afford 2 meals a day. They don’t even have shelter. And then the politicians claim that India is progressing. I still remember Lalu Prasad’s daughter’s marriage which was in the headlines for a couple of days a few years back. Had he invested this much amount of money in uplifting the grim situation of Bihar, Bihar would not be one of the least developed states of the country.
In my opinion these types of soaps should not be broadcast on television. Instead, shows which bring awareness among the people should be shown. Many people say that these things happen due to the uneducated people but has anyone seen educated people not doing this. I think it is because of the educated people that the nation is not able to prosper. All the educated people should come up leaving aside all personal interests and work towards spreading awareness. Until and unless the higher most i.e. the politicians realize this fact, for whom the country’s interest is secondary, the country cannot prosper. The world has moved very much ahead of us and we are far behind.
I really wish that something should be done to spread awareness among people. Instead of these typical saas bahu serials some inspiring, motivating serials should be shown. India should make population as its asset and prosper. A lot has to be done for the country, by the country.

The Orange Candy

2009-08-30T02:56:00.000-07:00

Remember these mouth watering old timy candies.They cost a very less fortune and one can relish the luscious taste of real orange by popping two at a time...one to the right and other to the left.I haven't tasted one for a long time but I think it would hardly cost more than Rs 25 for 100 of them.....but one has to trade it off for his precious time...b'Cozz ...you won't find them in a nearby supermarket or a mall...you have to search them somewhere in an old village khokha(small tea shop) or you can get them if you bother yourself to travel somewhere in Punjab by a Punjab roadways...HaHaHa...must have seen that "CANDYMAN" in the bus.

If you are the one who haven't tasted it even once....then I am really sorry to say that your tastebuds are very unlucky...Never mind
Till you get one...have a look....Enjoy!!!

Our Plastic Luv

2009-08-29T09:06:00.000-07:00

Man-made things cannot be beautiful. At the most you can hide the ugliness of them, that's all. You can decorate them, but they can never be beautiful.

-Buddha

Today,I came across this saying of Buddha and my mind jostled to think that if this is true then why are we so much behind the plastic love...i.e. the love for dead material objects.After a long conflict with my mind , something where I ended up was this....

There are some reasons why we are satisfied. With a dead thing, there are many conveniences. One is that a dead thing never dies. It cannot - it was never alive. So we can have plastic flowers, they are good in a way. They are permanent; they are not eternal,they are fake but they are permanent.

I also realised the difference between the beauty of a real and a plastic .

The real flower outside in the garden is eternal, but not permanent. And the eternal has its own way of being eternal. The way of the eternal is to be born again and again and to die. Through death it refreshes itself, rejuvenates itself. To us it appears that real has died but it is just that it has changed its body and has took a fresh form.

However it doesn't matter whether or not we know the differences or the reasons because

"still we love our plastic love"....Why ??

* * Firangipani * *

2009-08-28T03:54:00.001-07:00

It is raining heavily today.The weather is embracing the moods. It was when I got to walk in rain that I discovered something extraordinary out of the ordinary......They were those few flowers lying by my feet.They seemed no stranger but I had seen them a long time ago or might be possible that I never bothered to look at them .....why not??...we are a lot busy human beings.

This flower has a serenity within depicted by the white colour of its broad petals with a yellowish hue at the centre. I picked one of them and held it near my nose.The fragrance triggered tickiling

in my brain and i could feel the current running from top to toe.

A few days before, I came to know the name of this flower.

It's "FIRANGIPANI".So I also got to enhance my general Knowledge.

Next time if you find them somewhere ....pick them up and take a deep breath carrying their fragrance ....It will surely refresh you .....n you will also get to enhance your G.K.

Better Defined

2009-08-26T23:29:00.000-07:00

Hey Man ....LUk At U....What happened to your FaCE

Ohh PoOr KiTtY.......Who could have done this to U ???

Got It rite......It's STreSsSss.....

This will surely help you.....presenting before you

"THE STRESS REDUCTION KIT"

* Read Instructions carefully

Wasn't it GuD......I think its JuSt BrilliAnT......HaTs oFF for The InVentor!!!!!!

Well..... I have an another one too.....Have a look

A lecturer was giving a lecture to his student on stress management.
He raised a glass of water and asked the audience, "How heavy do you think this glass of water is?" The students' answers ranged from 20g to 500gm.
"It does not matter on the absolute weight. It depends on how long you hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it is OK. If I hold it for an hour, I will have an ache in my right arm. If I hold it for a day, you will have to call an ambulance. It is the exact same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes."
"If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, we will not be able to carry on, the burden becoming increasingly heavier."
"What you have to do is to put the glass down, rest for a while before holding it up again."
We have to put down the burden periodically, so that we can be refreshed and are able to carry on.
So before you return home from work tonight, put the burden of work down. Don't carry it back home. You can pick it up tomorrow.
Whatever burdens you are having now on your shoulders, let it down for A moment if you can. Pick it up again later when you have rested...

Isn't it Better Defined??

Rest and relax. Life is short, enjoy it!!

Bebo'Z d Best!!!

2009-08-24T05:59:00.000-07:00

Talking of my grandparents,I don't know much about them because god took them away when I was a kid except my grandmother....my papa's mother.Everybody calls her "Beebee" but to give it a sizzling touch I have shortened it to Bee-2(pronounced as bee square) ,Bebo, Babezzz...n many more....and she's used to it.

She has it all what grandparents usually have...i.e. silvery white hair,an incomplete set of teeth,a lot of wrinkles ,an innocent face n love demanding eyes etc. She claps,sings when she's happy.Sometimes she asks me to paint her nails and make her a new hairstyle.She has hundreds of works for me...that's why I fear passing her ...n everytime i pass her,she will call out loud "niiiiiiii shinuuuuu"...n then explode a work bomb upon me. I am sure she has a lot to keep me busy the whole day.I wouldn't say that I always love to do her work,sometimes I find them a bit annoying but there is always a feeling of inner satisfaction whenever I do them for her.She loves me above all and I know it. We have to shout out loud to make her hear..n then we can't control a big laugh when she hears something else instead.She can talk to herself for hours with proper expressions and hand movements.There's something very unique about her i.e. her real life stories which she loves to tell and I equally love to hear.They are an inspiration,a motivation and a great example of a woman's strength and fight against her fate,a mother's strength to make a golden future for her children .I have experienced the dreadful partition of 1947 by her tales.She has thousand tales of her heroic times after her husband,my grandfather, passed away when my father was just three years old.Whenever I listen to these tales, all I can do is wonder... how she managed to fight such hard times,earn for her children and maintain a respectful place in society all alone.What we are at present is only because of her struggle...nothing can repay it.

For me Bebo is a Hero.....a brave heart...an iron built.......Bebo'z my idol.

Blessed with your love
The luckiest granddaughter !!!

The Last Leaf....a silent sacrifice

2009-08-22T08:47:00.000-07:00

When I was a little younger I had a book titled "Classic short stories".I don't remember all the stories but the one which is still somewhere in my subconscious mind , is a very simple story "The Last leaf" by O'Henry.

It is a beautifully woven story all about living ,caring and an ultimate extent of a silent sacrifice. It is not what the characters are about or what the story is about....there may be many other stories based on the same theme but the most important is what one gets after reading it i.e. how it renews a person's spirit after reading it.

Sue and Johnsy are friends. Johnsy is young when she comes down with pneumonia and at the same time her spirit is dead also.She has reconciled herself with the fact that she is going to die when the last leaf falls off the ivy bush outside her bedroom window.Sue feels bad about her negative approach to life but O'Henry does not answer this “question” directly, he creates another characters in this story; Mr. Behrman, an old neighbor who has an artistic spirit but has spent his lifetime in regretting the failure because he never tried it.A failure in art – his drawing board had waited forty years to receive the first line of the great masterpiece he planned to create! It was still waiting until one day Sue poured out her heart about Johnsy to him.Days passed and the old vine started becoming bald slowly! As each day came and went, its leaves bid a goodbye one after the other. And Johnsy…her belief was becoming a reality! She was slowly slipping away into death.So the leaves fell one after the other until one very last was left! Now,she knew that she was about to die that night as the last leaf fell but Days slipped away like sand; soon and fast, but the last leaf refused to fall off, determined. Rain, shine or the twilight, nothing could possibly make it part ways with the vine.The young woman waited and she waited still and then her patience wore off.She realized that God didn’t want her in his kingdom and asking for death was a sin. Here lies the tragic irony...when for the first time she thought of something that was positive.
A few days later when Johnsy was all well, Sue told her that the old man has died suffering from pneumonia for the past two days. He was found cold and wet and in pain…and beside him was a palette with green and yellow colors mixed on it. No one had wondered why the last leaf never fluttered, never moved...The old man had finally delivered his masterpiece! He had painted it on the wall besides the ivy bush the night the last leaf fell!

Reading this story reminds me that in most of our times we are trying to be Johnsy just fearing about ‘the last leaf’ but we often forget to love our life, we only need to live it each day ....live it for a few others......our life is not just about waiting for ‘the last leaf’.

“One day our life will flash before our eyes. Make sure its worth watching.”

LozZiKal !!!

2009-08-21T01:06:00.000-07:00

A MBA and a BE go on a camping trip, set up their tent, and fell asleep. Some hours later, the BE wakes his MBA friend. " look up at the sky and tell me what you see?"

The MBA replies, "I see millions of stars." "What does that tell you?" The MBA ponders for a minute. "Astronomically speaking, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, it tells me that Saturn is in. Time wise, it appears to be approximately a quarter past three. Theologically, it's evident the Lord is all-powerful and we are small and insignificant. Meteorologically, it seems we will have a beautiful day tomorrow.

What does it tell you?"The BE is silent for a moment, then speaks.

"Practically...Someone has stolen our tent".

Lasting Legacies....

2009-08-20T04:09:00.000-07:00

Sudha Murthy is a widely published writer and chairperson of the Infosys Foundation involved in a number of social developmentinitiatives. Infosys chairman Narayana Murthy is her husband.

It was probably the April of 1974. Bangalore was getting warm and gulmohars were blooming at the IISc campus. I was the only girl in my postgraduate department and was staying at the ladies' hostel. Other girls were pursuing research in different departments of Science.I was looking forward to going abroad to complete a doctorate incomputer science.I had been offered scholarships from Universities in the US . I had not thought of taking up a job in India .One day, while on the way to my hostel from our lecture-hall complex,I saw an advertisement on the notice board. It was a standard job-requirement notice from the famous automobile company Telco (nowTata Motors). It stated that the company required young, bright engineers, hardworking and with an excellent academic background, etc.At the bottom was a small line: "Lady Candidates need not apply."I read it and was very upset. For the first time in my life I was up against gender discrimination.Though I was not keen on taking up the job, I saw it as a challenge. I had done extremely well in academics, better than most of my male peers.Little did I know then that in real life academic excellence is not enough to be successful !After reading the notice I went fuming to my room. I decided to inform the topmost person in Telco's management about the injustice the company was perpetrating.I got a postcard and started to write, but there was a problem: I didnot know who headed Telco I thought it must be one of the Tatas. I knew JRD Tata was the head of the Tata Group;I had seen his pictures in newspapers (actually, Sumant Moolgaokar was the company's chairman then) I took the card, addressed it to JRD andstarted writing. To this day I remember clearly what I wrote."The great Tatas have always been pioneers. They are the people who started the basic infrastructure industries in India , such as ironand steel, chemicals, textiles and locomotives. They have cared for higher education in India since 1900 and they were responsible for the establishment of the Indian Institute of Science. Fortunately, I study there. But I am surprised how a company such as Telco is discriminating on the basis of gender."I posted the letter and forgot about it. Less than 10 days later, Ireceived a telegram stating that I had to appear for an interview atTelco's Pune facility at the company's expense. I was taken aback by the telegram. My hostel mate told me I should use the opportunity to go to Pune free of cost and buy them the famous Pune saris for cheap!I collected Rs 30 each from everyone who wanted a sari. When I look back, I feel like laughing at the reasons for my going, but back then they seemed good enough to make the trip.It was my first visit to Pune and I immediately fell in love with the city. To this day it remains dear to me. I feel as much at home in Pune as I do in Hubli, my hometown.The place changed my life in so many ways. As directed, I went toTelco's Pimpri office for the interview.There were six people on the panel and I realized then that this was serious business."This is the girl who wrote to JRD," I heard somebody whisper as soon as I entered the room. By then, I knew for sure that I would not get the job. The realization abolished all fear from my mind, so I was rather cool while the interview was being conducted.Even before the interview started, I reckoned the panel was biased, soI told them, rather impolitely, "I hope this is only a technical interview."They were taken aback by my rudeness, and even today I am ashamed about my attitude. The panel asked me technical questions and I answered all of them.Then an elderly gentleman with an affectionate voice told me, "Do you know why we said lady candidates need not apply? The reason is that wehave never employed any ladies on the shop floor. This is not a co-edcollege; this is a factory. When it comes to academics, you are a first ranker throughout. We appreciate that, but people like youshould work in research laboratories.I was a young girl from small-town Hubli. My world had been a limited place.I did not know the ways of large corporate houses and theirdifficulties, so I answered, "But you must start somewhere, otherwise no woman will ever be able to work in your factories."Finally, after a long interview, I was told I had been successful. Sothis was what the future had in store for me. Never had I thought Iwould take up a job in Pune. I met a shy young man from Karnatakathere, we became good friends and we got married.It was only after joining Telco that I realized who JRD was: the uncrowned king of Indian industry. Now I was scared, but I did not getto meet him till I was transferred to Bombay . One day I had to show some reports to Mr Moolgaokar, our chairman,who we all knew a SM. I was in his office on the first floor of BombayHouse (the Tata headquarters) when, suddenly JRD walked in.. That wasthe first time I saw "appro JRD". Appro means "our" in Gujarati. Thiswas the affectionate term by which people at Bombay House called him.I was feeling very nervous, remembering my postcard episode. SM introduced me nicely, "Jeh (that's what his close associates calledhim), this young woman is an engineer and that too a postgraduate.She is the first woman to work on the Telco shop floor." JRD looked atme. I was praying he would not ask me any questions about my interview(or the postcard that preceded it).Thankfully, he didn't. Instead, he remarked. "It is nice that girls are getting into engineering in our country. By the way, what is yourname?""When I joined Telco I was Sudha Kulkarni, Sir," I replied. "Now I amSudha Murthy." He smiled a kindly smile and started a discussion with SM.. As forme, I almost ran out of the room.After that I used to see JRD on and off. He was the Tata Group chairman and I was merely an engineer. There was nothing that we had in common.I was in awe of him.One day I was waiting for Murthy, my husband, to pick me up after office hours.To my surprise I saw JRD standing next to me. I did not know how to react. Yet again I started worrying about that postcard.. Looking back,I realize JRD had forgotten about it. It must have been a small incident for him, but not so for me."Young lady, why are you here?" he asked. "Office time is over." I said,"Sir,I'm waiting for my husband to come and pick me up." JRD said, "It isgetting darkand there's no one in the corridor. I'll wait with you till your husbandcomes."I was quite used to waiting for Murthy, but having JRD waiting alongside made me extremely uncomfortable.I was nervous. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at him. He wore a simple white pant and shirt. He was old, yet his face was glowing.There wasn't any air of superiority about him. I was thinking, "Look at this person. He is a chairman, a well-respected man in our countryand he is waiting for the sake of an ordinary employee."Then I saw Murthy and I rushed out. JRD called and said, "Young lady,tell your husband never to make his wife wait again." In 1982 I had toresign from my job at Telco. I was reluctant to go, but I really didnot have a choice. I was coming down the steps of Bombay House after wrapping up my final settlement when I saw JRD coming up. He was absorbed in thought. I wanted to say goodbye to him, so I stopped.He saw me and paused.Gently, he said, "So what are you doing, Mrs Kulkarni?" (That was theway he always addressed me.) "Sir, I am leaving Telco.""Where are you going?" he asked. "Pune, Sir. My husband is starting acompany called Infosys and I'm shifting to Pune.""Oh! And what will you do when you are successful....""Sir I don't know whether we will be successful." "Never start with diffidence," he advised me. "Always start with confidence. When youare successful you must give back to society. Society gives us somuch; we must reciprocate. I wish you all the best."Then JRD continued walking up the stairs. I stood there for whatseemed like a millennium. That was the last time I saw him alive.Many years later I met Ratan Tata in the same Bombay House, occupyingthe chair JRD once did. I told him of my many sweet memories ofworking with Telco. Later, he wrote to me, "It was nice hearing about Jeh from you. The sad part is that he's not alive to see you today."I consider JRD a great man; because despite being an extremely busyperson, he valued one postcard written by a young girl seeking justice. He must have received thousands of letters everyday. He couldhave thrown mine away, but he didn't do that.He respected the intentions of that unknown girl, who had neither influence nor money, and gave her an opportunity in his company. Hedid not merely give her a job; he changed her life and mindset forever.Close to 50 per cent of the students in today's engineering colleges aregirls.And there are women on the shop floor in many industry segments. I see these changes and I think of JRD. If at all time stops and asks me what I want from life, I would say I wish JRD were alive today to see how the company we started has grown. He would have enjoyed it wholeheartedly.My love and respect for the House of Tatas remains undiminished by thepassage of time. I always looked up to JRD. I saw him as a role model for his simplicity, his generosity, his kindness and the care he took of his employees. Those blue eyes always reminded me of the sky; they had the same vastness and magnificence.

Article sourced from: Lasting Legacies (Tata Review-special Issue 2004), brought out by the house of Tatas to commemorate the 100th birth anniversary of JRD Tata

When You are there!!

2009-08-17T23:24:00.000-07:00

"यह किस प्यारी हिफाज़त मैं हो बेफिक्री की हालत है,

बड़ी मजबूत बाहों मैं हो सूरज की हरारत है,

तुम्हारे वास्ते तूफ़ान सह्लें... मुस्कुराओं तुम,

जियो हर लम्हा तुमको ज़िन्दगी पीने की आदत है…”

Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge।The father was kind of scared and he asked his little daughter "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that u don't fall ino the river"The little girl said"No ,dad You hold my hand"।"What's the difference?" asked the puzzled father."There's a big difference",replied the little girl"If I hold your hand and something happens to me,chances are that I may let your hand goBut if you hold my hand,I know for sure that no matter what happens,you will never let my hand go."

A child is born...He believes that his mother's lap is the world ।He feels protected and there is no sign of worry on his calm and serene face।We all have moments which we have " LIVED" ....truly lived ..without any worry,with courage .They can be the ones with our parents,friends,husband,wife ,childrenetc.Mine are with my papa.... When I rewind the yrs of my life, sometimes it's hard to believe "I did this???"...He has gifted me with such exceptional experiences in life that I can just thank him for them.It is a treasure which has got no match.The courage,the trust,the hope ,the dreams,the vision...and the strength are all his.The beauty of the feeling of protection can't be definedin words. It is when you have an extreme faith in somebody that you see no obstacles and touch the skies.The only thing required is to remember those moments,that person...The courage will automatically come to you!!!Enjoy every bit of life.....Jiyo befikar....we have the "Hiffazat" at all

In any relationship,the essence of trust is not in its bind,but in its bond.So hold the hand of the person you love rather then expecting them to hold ours....

कोई सरहद न इन्हें रोके .......

2009-08-15T22:36:00.000-07:00

For the past 20 yrs I have always spent summers with my family but last yr I got a chance to be with my friends as well...Thanks to 3BRD.I have so many experiences to share that I can write a new story of every single day for those 60 training days.The weekends were the bestest of them.The list of our weekend picnic destinations was already set to be accomplished.After appropriate analysis it was the guru ki nagri "Amritsar" on the top of it.I got this golden chance to visit the holy place for the first time though my parents have been there twice before....credit goes to "Hapy n her wonderful family".The D-day arrived and we were off to amritsar.It's a happening place especially known for the holy shrine Sri Harmandir sahib n the ceremonial border ,Wagah.

Wagah holds a great importance since independence।For the past 62 yrs it has attracted thousands of visitors for the retreat ceremony in the evening and we were also among them that fine evening.It was amazing to see such a huge crowd,It was like half of our population was there.There was no place to stand and we were still running to find one corner for us.The ceremony was about to start.... partroitism was in the air,Indians along with the foriegners were dancing on the tunes of "Yeh desh hai veer jawanon ka". We were in the topmost row when one of my friends shouted "Look!! There's a lot of place on the far left....".Due to our short height we were not able to see the scene beyond us so we were just running blindly behind her....But...a few seconds later we all realised that it was on the side of Pakistan...ha ha॥It was l'il embarrassing but never mind we got some space on our side to stand and have an energetic and thrilling view of the retreat ceremony.Troops of each country put on quite an entertaining show in their uniforms with their colorful turbans and sometimes it seemed very aggressive.We felt the adrenaline rush through us , It was an obvious feeling ....such an enthusiastic crowd and rejuvenating parade.I was looking on both sides of the man made line on earth wondering how it has confined us ....I could see the happy faces.By chance a cloud came into sight...and there was this "????" in my mind.

Whom does this cloud belongs to?....then there was a bird,Whom does this bird belongs to?................For the cloud,the bird it's just another line .....For us it is THE LINE.

The "????" is still there................Happy Independence day!!!!.

In d Eyes ***

2009-08-14T04:01:00.000-07:00

"ni ik tari..ik dubki tan la lawan chan tariyan vichkar

main sunia ik buddi mai charkha katdi ai uthe

ik fulkari tan kada liyawan

nale puch avan ....ni tun kalli ki kardi uthe??

main ik tari tan la lawan chan tariyan vichkar"

Its dark!...I am goin deeper n deeper,It's getting darker n darker.I am among the sparkling stars.They are twinkling all around .They remind me of my nursery poem "Twinkle-Twinkle l'il star...How I wonder what u are".I am singing the poem and far down there I can see the blue earth.I'll be going there when I have finished.It's an amazing feeling...I am about to reach the moon.I can see the dark spot,I heard that it's an old lady spinning...I have my new skirt with me.I'll ask her to make a flower on it with her silken thread.I'll ask her why she's so alone? The comets and the asteroids....though I am not able to differentiate,but they are beautiful.I can see the red star...that's Mars and there stands the magnificiently shining Venus.I am floating...It's reminding me of that dog Laika.The moon's smiling ...a star hung just to its right.The Big Dipper is embracing the space and the orion's all set for a war.I am finding my own sunsign..its cancer over there...The little crab hiding somewhere behind.I am going to land on moon. I can feel what Mr. Armstrong would have felt.I stepped....It's rough and my feet's stuck.I am walking over it. It's incredible to see my planet from here.There's a lot of water...there's a lot of love ...I can see the merging continents...they are coming closer.It's shining in my eyes..I have borrowed a lot of sparkle from the stars, li'l silk from the old lady, light from the moon and a dream from earth....I'll share it when I come back.

Be it Anyway!!!

2009-08-13T10:42:00.000-07:00

yes ....be it anyway

Whatever be the situation...one needs to be "HIMSELF".This is the easiest way if tried once and the hardest if never tried at all. It is simplest 'cause you don't need to pretend what you aren't.....just be what u ARE

There's a lot of difference between pretending and trying to be a good being....So let's try to be the latter one....This is a very gud one by Mother Teresa

People are often unreasonable and self-centered.

Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people will accuse you of ulterior motives.

Be kind anyway.

If you are honest, people may cheat you.

Be honest anyway.
If you find happiness, people may be jealous.

Be happy anyway.
The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow.

Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough.

Give your best anyway.
For you see, in the end, it is between you and God.

It never was between you and them anyway.
- Mother Teresa

I hope its easy....don't take it at once. Start step by step....n u'll stand miles apart

.....says a drop !!!

2009-08-11T23:58:00.000-07:00

The only thing which matters is your perception.This tiny droplet has captured the whole world into it.
Does it seem that the world is upside down.......

Just turn it around.............

Happy or sad, exciting or dull, challenging or defeating, you interpret every moment you spend in the world. They are the faces of a single coin you hold...just flip them and you have a whole new world around you...The World you want.

Try this ...."make sure that at the top of your daily plan, the number one goal is.....

TO HAVE FUN! "

Flavors of Moon

2009-08-08T23:02:00.000-07:00

They say "Every picture speaks"..........

I say "Every picture makes us speak"..........

Ek Tukda....Life ka

2009-08-03T04:12:00.000-07:00

Little miss Lizy was busy with her mother's beauty kit...very busy applying the foundation all over her face.She knew how to overdo a lipstick around the lips n of course a green eye shadow covering herblue eyes's contour , though a little bit spilled over the cheeks too...but never mind....it was under the process of retouch with a pink one.It was a hard process...she had to balance herself on a stool ,wearing her mother's heels to reach the antique mirror on the wall...Her curls were creating a lot of hinderence in her view but she still managed to push them away....Ohh!!! She felt like a princess inside...n she spoke "Someday I'll also look as beautiful as momy".Momy saw her innocent act and rushed to hug her.Lizy smiled n her dow eyes shone like a crystal,her curls made herdimple more prominent.Momy assured Lizy that she is her princess and told her "my dr'ling....be the one with a beautiful heart".Lizy gave a perplexed look to momy and queried "How can I get a beautiful heart, is there anything in your kit to make my heart look good?"Momy laughed and said "You'll know one day, just remember that you're born for a cause ". Lizy promised to remember it and they played together for a long time .

Days passed,months passed n years passed.Time also took momy along leaving little miss Lizy alone.She could now reach that antique mirror without the help of a stool. She was a shadow of her mother..as white as a dove , her bronze curls had turned golden and she tied them into a neat plate.Time flew in a blink of eye and there stood Lady miss Lizy infront of the antique mirror.One day when she was about to enter a dream after whole day's tiring work...something woke her up,somebody was calling her ...It was a known voice.she wondered who was it n gazed around the room.To her surprise ,it was momy calling her from inside the mirror.She said"drling you promised me something.Its time to search for the cause now " n she disappeared .Lady Lizy called momy twice but nobody replied.She looked at the mirror for few minutes . She spoke to herself what could be that cause?...Will it be that simple or much complicated?Will she ever get to find it? She had thousands questions running in her mind.She used to work hard the whole day to make her living.Everyday she tried to look for her answers but her efforts were in vain.One day she started crying on her way back home,A nun saw her and offered her help."What is making you feel upset dear lady",said the Nun.Lizy narrated her whole story and told her that she wasn't able to figure out the cause n she's worried whether she'll be able to fulfill it for her mother."So this was the reason, I 'll help you but on one condition" , said the Nun to which lizy replied "Please, what is it?"The nun said "Dear lady, you have to give me a portion of your Life for it".Lizy agreed and the nun took her to a nearby hospital which was for the disabled children.She gave her the job of a nurse . Lizy started taking care of those lovely children.She laughed,played,danced with them.Her heart wept if any of them ever got hurt.One day the nun called her and said "Lizy, you have served whole heartedly for 10 long years " . She told her to go to the city where a school principal was waiting for her and he will guide her further.Lizy left for the city next day.She met the principal and asked him the answer to her cause.He said "You have to give me a portion of your life and i'll guide you towards your cause".She agreed and happily took her new job as a teacher of a night school.One day the principal called her and said " Lizy, you have taught very patiently for 15 long years".He told her that now its time to move further to know her cause.He guided her to a farmer.The farmer agreed to help her on the condition that she had to give him a portion of her life to him.She agreed and started farming.She turned the barren land into a valley of flowers.One day the farmer called her and said"Lizy, you have worked very hard for 20 long years". He was very happy .He asked her to go to the slums where a begger will help her find the cause.She searched for that begger and at last she found him .He told that he was waiting for her and wanted a portion of her life in return for his help.She started livin there and served the poor.She transformed the slum into a beautiful place.The begger called her one day and said "Lizy, I am really happy to see you give immense love to us for a long period of 25 years.Now you can go home ,somebody is waiting for you to give you your answer ".Lizy bid them goodbye and returned home.It was empty.She looked into the antique mirror to find an old Lizy in front of her.She saw a grace on her face.Her golden locks had turned silver....Time had took a big leap.Suddenly she started crying because she realised that she hasn't got her answer yet. "ohh!!! Lizy", a voice came...It was God."Give me a portion of your life and i'll tell you the cause",said the God.Lizy replied"God, I am left with the last portion of my life , you can take it from me "."Lizy you have spent 20 yrs on yourself ,10 yrs caring for others , 15 yrs for teaching others, 20 yrs nurturing n 25 yrs helping. You have devoted a major portion of your life for others. I hope you got your answer.",the God said and he vanished.Lizy lay on the bed silently closing her eyes and entered a dream never to come back.

Ever wondered who's Lizy?She is not just the protagonist of my story .Lizy's inside us.She is trying hard to find a cause and the answer lies in "Ek Tukda....life ka".The cause is devotion and it demands devotion out of us.

You saw me when i was invisible

2009-07-30T08:33:00.000-07:00

Looking into the mirror with partially open eyes and a brush in my mouth,I had something knocking my half sleepin brain .Ohh ....That's my promise to myself "Shinum,You have write something everyday"But I wasn't getting anything of my kind to write so I decided not to write till I get something substantial.My mind was at conflict deciding hard whether my next writing should be humorous, motivational,fiction ....blah blah blahSo I dropped the idea of thinking n writing down for the time being.I started finishing a few morning jobs assigned by mumand I was free by 10 a.m.Choosing the idiot box as my companion for the next few hours I flipped the channels 2-3 times...Ahha..."its *plus" ,paused a little to watch mitwa...,few minutes for balika vadhu on Colors, then hummed with [V] n finally...it was the * movies ready to occupy me for the next 2 hrs with a beautiful muvi "The Princess diary". Here ,Mia Thermopolis, a young girl discovers her true identity .The most appealing ones are the few dialogues at the end of the movie...
When Mia chose to become Amelia,The Princess of Genovia. She is delivering her speech

Mia : I'm Mia. Um...It stopped raining.I'm reaIIy no good at speechmaking.NormaIIy I get so nervous that I faint... or run away or sometimes I even get sick.But you reaIIy didn't need to know that.But I'm not so afraid anymore. My father heIped me.EarIier this evening,I had every intention...of giving up my cIaim to the throne... and my mother heIped me by teIIing me that it was OK...and by supporting me Iike she has for my entire Iife. But...then I wondered how I'd feeI...after abdicating my roIe as Princess of Genovia.WouId I feeI reIieved or wouId I feeI sad? And then I reaIized... how many stupid times a day I use the word ''I.'' ln fact,probably all l ever do...is think about myseIf.And how lame is that...when there are biIIion other peopIe on the pIanet.Ahem.But then l thought...if I cared about the other biIIion out there...instead of just me..that's probabIy a much better use of my time.See, if l were Princess of Genovia...then my thoughts...and the thoughts of peopIe smarter than me...would be much better heard and just maybe..those thoughts couId be turned into actions.
So this morning when I woke up...I was Mia ThermopoIis.But now...I choose to be forever more...... AmeIia Mignonette ThermopoIis RenaIdi...Princess of Genovia.

At last Micheal and Mia..Oops Our royal highness danced in the ball
Micheal: Why me?Amelia : Because you saw me when I was invisibIe. And just because I'm royal...doesn't mean I'm any different. Come on,I'm reaIIy the same person.

Oh !Wow....A sweet happy ending........
Wait Wait....The movie also has something to do with this 'WOW'...for this you have to wait for *movies to feature it again or spend a few bucks on it ....I mean its a nice watch n do enjoy the last song!!!!
I know sometimes you feel

Like you don't fit in

And this world doesn't know

What you have within

When l look at you

I see something rare

A rose, that can go anywhere

And there's no one l know

that can compare

What makes you different

Makes you beautiful

Miracles happen once in a while

When you believe

Don't let your life pass you by....Mmm...Mmm
The movie's over but....hey....I am still there...I have nothing to write upon n the mind is stuck upon the line "you saw me when I was invisibIe".

Thoda hai thodey ki jarurat hai.....

2009-07-29T02:41:00.000-07:00

Once read it seems to be yet another simple sweet line. Read it once more and you will be able get the gist out of it n still if you are wondering what it is...then let me help you out.

Upto the extent of my knowledge, it is something which has a place in the dilo dimag of every Indian, especially The Middle Class.

Am I right ???

Now you may be stressing upon your minds and must be recalling the last time you would have said "Kaash aisa ho jaye...."

Kuch to jarur yaad aya hoga!!!!

I'll tell you how this "Kaash/WANT" comes into place

Starting with a middle class man , generally the security seeking people. He does not only want economic security,but he also wants emotional security.He wants to be part of society.He welcomes all those new innovations that satisfy his sense of security and largely because they are "status conscious" or "prestige conscious".The middle class man’s finances maybe tight but still, he looks for more than average comforts,and plans for more material possessions which act as status symbols.His son's education or his daughter’s marriage are life long dreams for him. Any thing that appeals to these dreams will catch his immediate attention. Here comes the Thoda hai thode ki jarurat hai.....

Moving on to a middle class woman , generally educated, earns her own money or has to use money given to her on a fixed budget. She is willing to try new things and always ready to get updated.The middle class house wife is a quality as well as cost cautious buyer. She will first check the price with other sellers and will then go in for the lowest price.She loves the extra features like bonus prizes, coupons, rebates etc.She is interested in knowing what her neighbors are using.Sense of beauty is a strong motive force behind several of her purchases. Soap or shampoo, vanishing cream or cleansing milk, perfumes or hair oil She may not be able to afford all the moderns but they still hold her interest . Here comes the Thoda hai thode ki jarurat hai.....

Aaahaaa...last on the list are our very own "Youngsters-The Trendsters"

They are more adventurous than their elders The often are after a "New Look" and very quick to adopt new fashions that emerge.I have the experience of Chandigarh's style quotient.Ask me what's in?...Well,the KAT pants....Katrina Kaif inspired check pants.
They are generally more receptive to change. They believe more in spending money than saving for the future .So for them it's the pursuit of pleasure which calls for the

Thoda hai thode ki jarurat hai....

We can relate all three of them.As seen ,for all three of them there is an attention, and a will, for outside objects.An object attracts us, we don't attract the object. Objects govern us from outside.They make us think Thoda hai thode ki jarurat hai....n above all they make us do all sorts of things.

WISH/WANT/KAASH , r mere points in space. If we only wish for an object, we will never have it. In order to possess it,we must begin to move toward it. This movement is the beginning of will .The one seen in the above cases is the will which is not free, but answers the call of every outside object For the higher nature, there is another Attention, and another Will, not born outside of us,but born in us. This Attention is the beginning of real Consciousness; and this Will is the beginning of Free Will. With this Attention, we can observe ourselves, remember ourselves,make efforts to attain our greatest aim to complete ourselves. But for this Knowledge is not enough. It's good, and necessary, of course,but of itself it will change nothing in us. Understanding is necessary. We must have new knowledge, in order to know what can be wished ....before simply saying THODA HAI THODE KI JARURAT HAI....

But unless we actually wish it,we will have no chance of obtaining anything. We can wish forever, but unless we move toward what we wish we will never obtain it.

Sealed with love

2009-07-28T00:45:00.000-07:00

Dearest Jackie

You clicked my mind today and your thoughts have stuck me.I remember the day when papa brought you 6 years ago from your village and to my surprise you were nine years old yet looking like an year old cute little doggy. As I have a feeling of love for pets since childhood so I greeted you well. You were also very surprised , l'il scarred n sad to see so many people around but it was normal because you had been parted from Tomy and never been to a city before.I sat besides you patting on your back but you were not responding... I think you didn't liked me at that moment(maybe you wanted to say "Hey girl , keep your hand off me"). It went on for somedays and gradually the bond between us grew stronger.Slowly you started to recognise each one of us and became smart enough to assign us jobs .Mumy's job was to give away the meals,Papa was assigned to take you out for a walk, Karan's was to fight with you and mine was to play with you and run fingers through your hair while you sleep.You were very similar to any other dog but there was something special about you...The love for tea n not talking to mumy if not given at the right time,looking through the balcony whole day waiting for us to come back from school, jumping with joy to see papa coming and your lovely way of greeting us.We used to play and you were there for me anytime.One day we observed some external skin growth around your cheek. It appeared like a ball and papa's veterinarian heart was very eager to cut it down and he accomplished this operation in our absence.You remained unconcious the whole day and he thought you left us....Thank god !!! you were back as healthy as before.Sadly one day I had to bid you goodbye for I was going away from home for graduation and now we used to meet only during my vacations.I loved to spend time with you and I still cherish the Diwali of 2007 when I saw you for the last time. I was never told that you were no more until I found you missing when I came back in December.Mumy told me that you had a very hard time dieing.You were paralysed and refused to eat.you just lied in a corner counting your last days.....Sorry, I won't be able to write further but with every tear rolling down I just wish that you be at peace.

Luv U

Darkness

2009-07-27T07:38:00.000-07:00

For there is Darkness did the light got its meaning.Night is essential to maintain the biological rythm of all creatures.It gifts the silence,tranquility,darkness,the moon and a sky lit with stars.They are a balm for not only the tired body but also for the restless mind, the sad heart and the troubled soul.Night is a great companian and a great listener.It allows one to talk one's heart out without even speaking.... U must have experienced it sometime in late nite wish to god.

" TEACHER "

2009-07-27T03:52:00.000-07:00

It is very well said that

"When God created teachers,
He gave us special friends
To help us understand His world
And truly comprehend
The beauty and the wonder
Of everything we see,
And become a better person
With each discovery."

I am going to share a story which I read some years back in a newpaper.

The Good Lord was creating teachers. It was His sixth day of 'overtime'.
An angel appeared to Him and said, "You are taking a long time to make out this model."
"Yes," said the Lord,as this was a task of tremendous responsibility."A teacher would touch the lives of so many impressionable
young children". He asked the angel to see the list of habits to be inculcated in his model. It read out as:

…must stand above all students, yet be on their level
... must be able to do 100 things not connected with the subject being taught
... must communicate vital knowledge to all students daily and be right most of the time
... must have more time for others than for herself/himself
... must have a smile that can endure through pay cuts, problematic children, and worried parents
... must have three pairs of eyes .

"Three pair of eyes"said the angel, "that's impossible"
"Well, " said the Lord, " it is these eyes which are causing a lot of difficulty!!!"
The angel looked incredulous, " Three pairs of eyes...on a standard model?"
The Lord nodded His head, " One pair can see a student for what he is and not what others have labeled him as.
Another pair of eyes is in the back of the teacher's head to see what should not be seen,
but what must be known. The eyes in the front are only to look at the child as he/she 'acts out' in order to reflect,
" I understand and I still believe in you", without so much as saying a word to the child."

"Lord, " said the angel, " this is a very large project and I think you should work on it tomorrow".
"I can't," said the Lord, " for I have come very close to creating something much like Myself.
I have one that comes to work when he/she is sick.....teaches a class of children that do not want to learn....
has a special place in his/her heart for children who are not his/her own.....understands the struggles of those
who have difficulty....never takes the students for granted..."

The angel looked closely at the model the Lord was creating.
"It is too soft-hearted, " said the angel.
"Yes," said the Lord, " but also tough, You can not imagine what this teacher can endure or do, if necessary".
"Can this teacher think?" asked the angel. "Not only think," said the Lord,. "but reason and compromise."

The angel came closer to have a better look at the model and ran his finger over the teacher's cheek.
"Well, Lord, " said the angel, your job looks fine but there is a leak. I told you that you were putting too much into this model.
You can not imagine the stress that will be placed upon the teacher."

The Lord moved in closer and lifted the drop of moisture from the teacher's cheek. It shone and glistened in the light.
"It is not a leak," He said, "It is a tear."
"A tear? What is that?" asked the angel, "What is a tear for?"

The Lord replied with great thought, " It is for the joy and pride of seeing a child accomplish even the smallest task.
It is for the loneliness of children who have a hard time to fit in and it is for compassion for the feelings of their parents.
It comes from the pain of not being able to reach some children and the disappointment those children feel in themselves.
It comes often when a teacher has been with a class for a year and must say good-bye to those students and
get ready to welcome a new class."

"My, " said the angel, " The tear thing is a great idea...You are a genius!!"
The Lord looked somber, "I didn't put it there."

The Unknown Group

2009-07-26T11:32:00.000-07:00

At MITS , I have always enjoyed being a part of activities very well known among friends but the funniest portion of those lovely four years was being a part of
"THE GROUP"....A little less known or rather unknown
because it only comprised of two idiot fellows too busy in their stupid acts.They used to have a great time together...
usually seen laughing at each other or copying codes or answering absurdly in vivas with a facial expression of a nursery grade kid
or enjoying a single plate of some delicacy out there in front of MITS.
Now slowly unfolding their acts....

Almost always spotted together inside and outside the campus.They were involved in the wierdest activities like getting xerox favour
from "MoonLite Bhaiya". I wonder how could they get them done at the first place even when the shop used to be fully packed with girls all around during
peak rushy midterm days...Did they knew any kind of Magic or their faces reflected such intense tension ??

They used to cheat in quizzes whenever they got a chance but only on terms and conditions strictly set by them...wonder what were they??
CAUTION: Don't bang your head on the wall even if you want to!!!
Term And Condition for Cheating:
You need to describe the method of getting the answer to the asked question...only after satisfactory understanding,will the other copy it.

BUNKS- "The next ones in their list"... One can't label them as frequent Bunkers but they could do it any cost for an afternoon nap.
Their classmates used to easily figure out the fact when only two absents were marked for no good reason at all.
Once the SLEEPY two even about turned from the Old FET building because the destination(FMS,Room no-204) seemed to be
too far and the lecture was mere nothing in front of their beautiful sleep.

For them , eating out was the show stopper for the day.They used to decide what they want to eat on their way back
to the main gate of MITS . You can have a look on their special menu

Maggi Rs 20 at Salona/Shivam
Maggi(if short of time) then at Shiv Kripa
Masala Dosa Rs 20 at Sharma Treat
Tikki Chat Rs 10 at Agra Chat bhandhar
Cold coffee Rs 25 at Apex
withSandwich
Burger Rs 20 at Rani
Papri Chat Rs 15 in Cafeteria

and list of their special outlets goes on and on.............

The tale is an unending one with a series of intolerable events , Even then if you are strong headed ...You are always
welcome to contact the ones mentioned below
.
The Group members:
Moti PUJI n Me

I simply love our "ThE ShAiTan SiNgH" group.

Can We Laugh?

2009-07-26T04:08:00.000-07:00

Life is important but it isn't serious.
Two ways of saying the same thing:
“Laughter is the best medicine.”
“We don’t stop playing because we get old; we get old because we stop playing.”

We need humour and fun in our lives.I decided I liked being childish if it meant enjoying the funny side of life. Because life is funny.

Now, there are all kinds of humour and each of us has our preferences.There’s jokes there’s stories, there’s cartoons,and it goes on and on.
Basically, though, there’s nothing funnier than life itself and no one funnier than us humans. We all have these quirks that we accept as “the right way”, “the logical way” to do things. However to other people they are just quirks. If we’re lucky the folks close to us find these traits humorous and not irritating.

BUT DO WE?

Teasing comes from knowing someone well and pointing out the quirks. If we can’t laugh at ourselves, this teasing can hurt – we feel we’re being laughed “at”. If we can laugh at ourselves, we realize we’re being laughed “with”.
Irritation or quirk? It’s in the eye of the beholder but when faced with being annoyed or laughing, I like laughing better. We’re all only human and we’re all pretty funny (one way or another). Why not enjoy that side of ourselves as much as we do any other part?

After all, life is important but it doesn’t have to be serious.....
So LAUGH LAUGH n LAUGH!!!!...I too learnt it from someone.

An Excerpt

2009-07-26T01:57:00.000-07:00

When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written?

He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words.