Friday, 12 June 2009

Give It Away...


A couple of weeks ago, I watched as an entire family escorted their beloved child and brother to the bus stop on his way to school. As I sat in the bus looking around as the bus filled up gradually, I noticed a small group of people coming toward the direction of the bus all fussing around a boy… From the way they looked, it was obvious that theirs was not such a well-to-do family. He seemed like he was the only boy born to a family of about 3 other girls (I’m assuming based on the composition of the small crowd). His stuff was packed in a large steel box (I imagined the content- garri, milk, spoons, groundnut, pure water etc) with a huge red padlock hanging from one of the longer sides and his name boldly painted on the top of the box. I wondered how far whoever wanted to steal the box would go before he would be caught as a result of being tired from carrying that kind of load. The unevenly plastered, oily and shiny skin of the boy reminded me

Tuesday, 24 February 2009

Be Inspired

Again i just want to share these quotes with you. Be inspired!

A successful man is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at him. David Brinkley

Failure is success if we learn from it.
Malcolm Forbes

Failure is success if we learn from it.
Malcolm Forbes

Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than any other. Abraham Lincoln

No man succeeds without a good woman behind him. Wife or mother, if it is both, he is twice blessed indeed.
Harold MacMillan

In order to succeed, your desire for success should be greater than your fear of failure.
Bill Cosby

One secret of success in life is for a man to be ready for his opportunity when it comes. Benjamin Disraeli

Success is blocked by concentrating on it and planning for it... Success is shy - it won't come out while you're watching.
Tennessee Williams

Success without honor is an unseasoned dish; it will satisfy your hunger, but it won't taste good. Joe Paterno

The measure of success is not whether you have a tough problem to deal with, but whether it is the same problem you had last year.
John Foster Dulles

Have a great day!!!

Random....

Hi Everyone,

I know i've been really terrible at blogging .The truth is i've simply been lazy. If you have any ideas as to how i can get up and get going pls, pls, pls share it with me. You know i discovered that i would rather write in my own hand writing than type ( i totally just love my handwriting. Don't be jealous you would if you saw it). Anyway that's not an excuse and i take responsibility for my nonchalant attitude. The thing is i love to read other people's blogs and i want my blog to be rich and happy too.... Ok enough chatter. I got this fowarded mail from family recently and it made me smile. So pls give me a chance to make you smile......


Boss: Where were you born?
Sardar: India ..
Boss: which part?
Sardar: What 'which part'? Whole body was born in India

2 sardars were fixing a bomb in a car.
Sardar 1: What would you do if the bomb explodes while fixing.
Sardar 2: Dont worry, I have one more.

Sardar: What is the name of your car?
Lady: I forgot the name, but is starts with 'T'.
Sardar: Oh, what a strange car, starts with Tea. All cars that I know start with petrol

Sardar joined new job. 1st day he worked till late evening on the computer. Boss was happy and asked what you did till evening.
Sardar: Keyboard alphabets were not in order, so I made it alright.

Museum Administrator: That's a 500-year-old statue u've broken.
Sardar: Thanks God! I thought it was a new one.

At the scene of an accident a man was crying: O God! I have lost my hand, oh!
Sardar: Control yourself. Don't cry. See that man. He has lost his head. Is he crying?

Sardar: U cheated me.
Shopkeeper: No, I sold a good radio to u.
Sardar: Radio label shows Made in Japan but radio says this is 'All India Radio! '

In an interview,
Interviewer: How does an electric motor run?
Sardar: Dhhuuuurrrrrrrrrr. .....
Inteviewer shouts: Stop it!
Sardar: Dhhuurrrr dhup dhup dhup...

Tourist: Whose skeleton is that?
Sardar: An old king's skeleton.
Tourist: Who's that smaller skeleton next to it?
Sardar: That was same king's skeleton when he was a child.

Wednesday, 21 January 2009

The Road Home




Today, like yesterday had me in a bus for about 2hours on a journey home from work that should normally not take more than 30minutes (like a friend noted that in this part of the world distance is measured in time). Normally meaning very very early in the morning or very very very late at night when you are almost the only one on the road.

In that time, my mind was working from here to there, picking up topics, recalling scenes, even pulling out from my subconscious a couple of things i did not even know were still there. Just as i started trying more to focus on only one thing at a time, i heard someone say "they are sleeping o". i jerked my head forward to catch a glimpse of what everybody in the bus, all sticking their necks out, were commenting loudly about it. I noticed also that the blaring of horns was louder than usual. And then i saw what everybody was looking at. A car somewhat parked, whose brake light was on, in the middle of a thick traffic that had only just started to move. Apparently, the horns were from other car owners behind the static vehicle, and these poor drivers needed to bail.

On taking a closer look into the car, we (all of us with us with our craning necks) discovered that the occupants of the vehicle were sleeping! They had all the glasses wound up and i imagined the air con was on and some really cool music was probably lullabying softly in the background. Unfortunately their bodies got the wrong signal and off they went to bed or do i say off they went to "car seats". What with all the work they had probably done at work that day.

Ironically,as much as all the drivers behind desperately wanted to get out, no one wanted to actually wake them up to move away from the spot. Eventually, one man so intrigued by the sight, decided to help. A soon as he was at par with the parked car, he came out and knocked on the glass on the drivers side. The driver woke up with a start and drove off so fast you'd think he'd been driving the whole time (or maybe in his sleep) to the jeers of other drivers and all the passengers my bus. (All that time the lane on which our bus was moving had not moved much so we were able to watch all the drama). After the "sleeping" driver moved off, our bus was active for another hour or so with everyone bringing their own opinions from the scene. And for some smaller groups in the bus, on thing led to another. I was amazed at how simply talking about people sleeping in their car gave rise to causes of road accidents to talk about crazy bosses that over work their employees and leave them fatigued and they went on and on till the bus got to my bus stop and i stepped out.

The whole "drama" got me thinking about life and the road called destiny. it seems to me like it is a long road with everybody on their own tracks. From what i see it is neither a race nor a competition. Everyone receives the same instruction in a manual and are expected to live by it. There are also road rules like no u-turn, no parking, one-way only, sharp bend ahead etc and it is up to the road user to read the signs and carefully follow them to arrive safely at his destination. A driver who sleeps while driving on the road may be in for some serious trouble(anything can happen); also one who drinks and drives may also be paving way for something he might regret.

Similarly, on the roads of destiny there are some rules that are common to all men given by the master instructor and working against them means setting oneself up for destruction. Some other people on the destiny road do not even know where they are going and walk into other people's lanes just because they think those people are doing well on their own lanes. They forget that every man's lane is peculiar to the person. Just the same way some cars are only built for some kind of roads. The truth is no one knows how one should ply the road of destiny more than the one who made the road, the same one who put the vehicles on the road and wrote the manuals.

Some other people, a third, (apart from those who ignore the rules or who move around into other people's lanes), simply stay in one place, refusing to move because they do not know where they are going or how to get there. Today, know that you have all it takes to move out of that place into where you ought to be. The manufacturer of automobiles know that they should put a brake as well as an accelerator and everything else needed to make the vehicle run smoothly. It would then be foolish of the vehicle to say it cannot move. You can move, you can rise, you can accelerate, you can run into that place where you'll find contentment and satisfaction. But first it starts with having an d maintaining a relationship with the original designer and manufacturer.

P.S Don't mind criticism when you're right and do not ignore it when you are wrong . Lesson from the honking of the car horns that could not wake the sleeping passengers.

There is a road home from work and a road home to the one to whom i am ultimately accountable to. It is important the way i choose to navigate it.

Tuesday, 20 January 2009

My Birthday!!


Very early this morning, i took out time to look back over the past 365 days of my life and indeed there were blessings to be counted....someone asked me what i was most grateful for and after thinking about it i said


"I'm grateful for the gift of life; to love and be loved".


When i say life, i don't mean just being able to breathe but also being able to relate with my environment, have friends, move around, laugh, smile, frown sometimes....you know i read a story of a man who had an illness and all that was left of the life in his body was the ability to move an eyebrow!


I can't imagine being in such a situation. As grateful as i am for the gift of life in my body, I'm also grateful for life in my soul; for the ability to reason, to analyze stuff rationally, to make decisions, even to change my mind. I'm sure the people that are usually sent to psychiatric care have some issues with rational life in their mind. But i'm fine and so far no one has complained about that(i hope)


But above all these is the gift of life in the Spirit.

To know that i have a heritage that outlives the number of years I'll spend here on earth.

To know that i have a relationship with He who makes the earth his footstool.

To know that the One who put the stars in place yet knows the number of hair on my head.


Hmmm....i'm grateful that i can love and be loved. that i can appreciate the fine things of life, that i have people who are there for me(who i can call at whatever time of the day or night). Finally, I'm grateful that today , the world over will also celebrate the inauguration of one of the men whose story will go down in history just like those before him. So to all of you that share today with me....I'm saying "Its your best year yet..." Plenty plenty love from here.Alrighty, I'm off to enjoy the rest of my day!


P.S Many thanks to all those who did not let me have my usual night rest...i guess it's only happens once in a year,right?

Friday, 9 January 2009

I'm Back....!

Wow....i really do not feel like i own this blog. The whole idea of blogging is kind of foreign to me now, you know, like a boy learning again how to walk - he know's that he should know how, yet he has to put in so much effort. Its good to be back again though and in all that time i've been away, so much water has passed under the bridge. Yours truly has finally graduated from school after 5 years of THE EXPERIENCE ( not held at TBS though). I've also changed a lot on the inside...as well as on the outside (in certain "special" ways). So today, am officially rescucitating my blog as it comes back to life again , and this time i cannot say for how long. But just before i go, let me leave with you something i heard from my brother. (i'm not sure who the originator is though)

" a man's wisdom is neither dependent on the size of his head nor for how long he has had the head "

Guess i'll pick that line up some other time and talk more extensively on it

Have a great weekend!

P.S i hope you don't mind the many colors....i'm so happy to be back here...i thought i'd play around with some things( the colors were the most available)

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