I can’t handle the bitterness that has grown between us…

The angst that arises, seeps into my everyday life

Its even begun to change me as a person.. I cant handle that

I don’t want to become, somebody else…

Its becoming hard to protect those qualities that are core to me…

I don’t want to get bitter and let resentment get into my DNA

I want to stay light and I want to get up each morning feeling happy to be alive…

I don’t want to deal with insecurities and feelings of failure…

I wish you would remember the good things about me too

It would really help in making me feel better about me…

Its time you began to like me, for who I am not who you wished I was…

Wafting through the osmosis
of reality and the surreal,
the past returns
fingers caress the dried leaf,
veins bare,
coursing through
the delicate fade of green
her wisps beckon,
teasing for those far off times
to re-emerge, pouring
the precious drops of memories,
catapulting for a brief sojourn
into those far off voices,
warping through corridors
of dream-like reality;
seeming more real than ever before,
laughter and sobs, resonate,
sound of searching footsteps
tracing through empty rooms
and corridors
echoing with music,
fading now,
slowly easing out of the grasp,
fingers warmed moments ago,
now cold,
gradually gone.

I sit,
on the floor,
cold, lost,
a sense of incompleteness overwhelming.

Oh my love.
Do slip back.

During those quieter evenings of solitude…
One wonders and ponders…
Grief dwelling…
In the deepest chasm of heart..
Just pull along…
Tread along…
Its ok to whine and whimper 'bout it…
"God! Its so tough!!"
Sometimes its 'nice' to let go…
Than to just hold on…
Time shall heal the wound..
Bury my fears and feelings in a sinister baggage…
Dig it deep within me…
Pray hard for strength…
Muster to say…"this too shall pass"…

There is a little story...that teaches a lot...
A giant ship engine failed. The ship's owners tried one expert after another, but none of them could figure out how to fix the engine. Then they brought in an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a young boy. He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he immediately went to work. He inspected the engine very carefully, from the top to the bottom.
Two of the ship's owners were present there, watching this man, hoping he would know what to do. After looking things over, the old man reached into his bag and pulled out a small hammer. He gently tapped at something. Instantly, the engine lurched into life. He carefully put his hammer away. The engine was fixed!
A week later, the owners received a bill from the old man for ten thousand dollars. "What?!" the owners exclaimed, "He hardly did anything!" So they wrote the old man a note saying, "Please send us an itemized bill."

The man sent a bill that read :
Tapping with a hammer .............$ 2.00
Knowing where to tap.................$ 9998.00
Moral of the Story .....
Effort is important in life, but knowing where to put your effort makes all the difference . So put your great effort on right place….have very successful day...

There was a couple married for quite some time and they had a boy of 5-6 years old. Their relationship was turning sour. So finally it reached such a stage that they thought it was better for them to be divorced than carry on such a relationship. So they consulted a lawyer. But the big question was who would have the kid. In the hearing in the court; it was decided that this choice should be left on the kid. So the judge asked "Son would you like to stay with your mummy?" Kid said, "No, mummy beats me." So the judge asked "Then, would you like to stay with your papa then? Kid said, "No, papa beats me."Now the judge was in a dilemma and was not able to decide what to do... after pondering for some time he smiled with the ideas he had in his mind about the child...... And he gave the judgment that the kid would stay with......Any guesses????? ???Come on I know you can make it......Ok here goes the answer.
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The kid would stay with the Indian Cricket Team because they>>NEVER BEAT ANYBODY !!>Hoo ha India ....!!!! ;)))))))))))))))))

When I found you...

When I found you
I found myself
I found someone
Like no one else


When I found you
I found my heart
I found it struck
By Cupid's dart

When I found you
I found pure bliss
I found heaven
Deep in your in kiss

When I found you
I found my soul
I found your love
That made me whole

When I found you
I found my dreams
I found out what
Love really means

When I found you
I found a lot
I found true love

With Love and care
Hugs and Kisses

1)Call People by Name. The sweetest music to anyone's ears is the sound of his/her own name.

2)Be Alert to give Service..... What we do for others counts most in life...

3)If you see someone without a smile, give them one of yours!

4)Learn to understand first and to be understood second.

5)Don't underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring,all of which have the potential to turn a life around....

6)Life ends when you stop Dreaming, Hope ends when you stop Believing, Love ends when you stop Caring, Friendship ends when you stop Sharing...

7)Every moment, every situation, every issue and every concern

8)Be Genuinely Interested in People. If you try, you can like everybody, and Everybody will like you.....

9)When you find a dream inside your heart don't ever let it go for dreams are the tiny seeds from which beautiful tomorrows grow

10)Believe in your Dreams

11)Every moment, every situation, every issue and every concern has a positive side. Find it and bring it to life....

Success???

The founder of a highly successful company was asked what it took to achieve success in life. He replied: “The same thing it tool to get started; a sense of urgency about getting things done.”


Success in life should be determined by contributions, not accumulations.

HE: I'm a photographer .I've been looking for a face like yours!
SHE: I'm a plastic surgeon. I've been looking for a face likeyours!!

HE: May I have the pleasure of this dance?
SHE: No, I'd like to have some pleasure too!!!

HE: How did you get to be so beautiful?
SHE: I must have been given your share!!!

HE: Will you come out with me this Saturday?
SHE: Sorry! I'm having a headache this weekend!!!

HE: Go on, don't be shy. Ask me out!
SHE: Okay, get out!!!

HE: I think I could make you very happy
SHE: Why? Are you leaving?

HE: What would you say if I asked u to marry me?
SHE: Nothing. I can't talk and laugh at the same time!!!

HE: Can I have your name?
SHE: Why, don't you already have one?

HE: Shall we go and see a film?
SHE: I've already seen it!!!

HE: Do you think it was fate that brought us together?
SHE: Nah, it was plain bad luck!!!

HE: Where have you been all my life?
SHE: Hiding from you.

HE: Haven't I seen you someplace before?
SHE: Yes, thats why I don't go there anymore.

HE: Is this seat empty?
SHE: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down .

HE: So, what do you do for a living?
SHE: I'm a female impersonator.

HE: Hey baby, what's your sign?
SHE: Do not enter.

Loneliness-

Loneliness,
A reason why
MoistureFloats in eyes,
In a life full of old longings
The sullen beaches
Bear waves of nostalgia,
And the sands- yearning,
Twisting, running
Like desires escaping
Rhythms playing games
With words Spoken in dreams
And memory
Like water sieving
Through fingersEntwined,
Remembering
The lonelinessOf being,
Away from the waterfall
Of yesterdays
Like puppets
Tied, receding!

LOST ART

Fellow Islanders all of us irrespective of caste, creed , gender and age crave for a feeling of importance. This desire is one of the factors that differentiates a human being from an animal. The deepest urge in human nature is the desire to be appreciated. But we ordinary mortals though possessing the same craving seldom use the art of appreciation for others. Remember the old couplet, " Once I did bad and that I heard ever, Twice I did good but that I never heard." For others we display our expertise in criticism little realising that they also have the same craving for appreciation as we have. Therefore friends lets be lavish and sincere in our praise for others as opposed to flattery, lets appreciate the slightest improvement and all improvements and lets appeciate the goodwill surrounding us. It works like a magic potion exactly opposite to the spirit of criticism. Lets revive the dying and neglected art of appreciation and please adhere to the maxim " Every person I meet is my superior in some way, in that I learn from him/her.

An old Farmer lived on a farm in the mountains with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Bhagwad Geeta. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.One day the grandson asked, "Grandpa! I try to read the Bhagwad Geeta just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Bhagwad Geeta do?"The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, "Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water."The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, "You'll have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again.This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead. The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You're just not trying hard enough," and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got back to the house.The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, "See Grandpa, it's useless!"
"So you think it is useless?" The old man said, "Look at the basket."The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out."Son, that's what happens when you read the Bhagwad Geeta. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out. That is the work of Krishna in our lives."

This is one of my fav stories :
A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university lecturer. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.Offering his guests coffee, the lecturer went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups: porcelain, plastic, glass, some plain-looking and some expensive and exquisite, telling them to help themselves to hot coffee. When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the lecturer said: "If you noticed, all the nice-looking, expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. "While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress." What all of you really wanted wascoffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the better cups and are eyeing each other's cups." "Now, if life is coffee, then the jobs, money and positionin society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, but the quality of Life doesn't change. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it." Dont let the cups drive you.....Enjoy the Coffee instead

About Freedom
You did not die in vain....
You fought till the end...
You were lying in the trenches for days....
I was lounging at home in comfort....
You were hungry for days....
I was throwing away the leftover Pizza.....
You had gone deaf with the roar of artillery....
I was flipping channels just mildly interested in the war on the border...
You had a bullet in your arm.....
I was crying over my split nail...
You died at 26
So that I could live a full life a.......free life...
O soldier I salute you...you are my saviour...
The true patriot....
I am free because of you...
Let me not waste away your sacrifice...

Don't look at your mirrorYour mirror is not pureJust look in my eyesAnd take your lovely tour
No mirror can be honestAnd tell you how you areYour beauty only I trustThat beauty I'm sure adore
Ask me, I let you knowWho you are or how you lookHope we met many years agoTo open your heart book

Every morning in Africa, a gazelle awakens. He has only one thought on his mind: To be able to run faster than the fastest lion. If he cannot, then he will be eaten.

Every morning in Africa a lion awakens. He has only one thought on his mind: To be able to run faster than the slowest gazelle. If he cannot, he will die of hunger.

Whether you choose to be a gazelle or a lion is of no consequence. It is enough to know that with the rising of the sun, you must run. And you must run faster than you did yesterday or you will die. This is the race of life."

One song can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream.
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring.
One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal
One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.
One step must start each journey.
One word must start each prayer.
One hope will raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.
One voice can speak with wisdom,
One heart can know what's true,
One life can make a difference,
You see, it's up to you!
"If you look at what you do not have in life, you don't have anything,
If you look at what you have in life, you have everything... "

We'll miss you, Kalam Sir

A president whose simplicity and integrity were unquestioned. A president we could have asked to stay on.We will miss him - that unconventional figure who became India's First Citizen in July 2002. Never pompous, not even 'presidential' (in either deportment or demeanour), he walked into the Palace at Raisina Hill with few worldly goods - he now leaves with even fewer: "I will go with only two small suitcases," he wistfully said last Thursday.We could have asked him to stay: but we didn't.There were excuses (there always are). It was said that apart from Rajendra Prasad there had been no 'precedent' for a second term. But as any lawyer will tell you, if you have a good case in court there is no need for a 'precedent'; it is the good case that makes the precedent! But all this is in the realm of wishful thinking: as the poet says: "We look before and after and pine for what is not..."The stark reality is that this lovable figure - popular, sometimes even populist, but never ostentations - now exits from Rashtrapati Bhavan in the same frame of mind as he entered it: with an overriding concern for the 'underdog'. Hear this: one year into office, on the morning of July 14, 2003, at 8.40 am, the RAX in the office ofthe secretary to the president rang. President Kalam was at the other end. "Mr Nair," he said in a voice that was (as always) cool and composed, "last night I could not sleep because my bedroom was leaking..." P.M. Nair froze and muttered something."Any other president," he now recalls, "and my head would have rolled, although for no fault of mine." At the other end of the line, the president (sensing Nair's embarrassment) , continued reassuringly, "Don't worry Mr Nair, I know you will immediately set things right in my bedroom. What I am worried about are those houses on the President's Estate where they may not have a second bedroom to shift to when the only one that is available leaks." So Nair got moving, and with the help of the CPWD, the old staff quarters - until then dilapidated and neglected - were transformed into bright new leak-proof houses: in almost record time. Nair tells me that he was greatly impressed at the concern and compassion shown by the president - not for himself but for other inmates on the Presidential Estate. It has been said that no man, however great, is a hero to his own secretary or his own valet. But as with all such sayings there are exceptions - from that point on, Nair had found his hero!Now another revelation - so far kept under wraps at Rashtrapati Bhavan(under presidential orders): In May 2006, President Kalam's relatives from the south decided to descend on him (as relatives tend to often do). On instructions of the president they were welcomed by his staff at the railway station, and were looked after right up to the time they departed. But the Controller of Household was under strict instructions to keep a meticulous account of all the expenses incurred on behalf of the relatives all 53 of them. Not once was an office vehicle used for any of them.It was made clear by the president that he would pay - not only for the transport of all his relatives to and from Delhi, and also within Delhi,he would also pay for the various rooms occupied by them at Rashtrapati Bhavan and the food that was consumed by them - the rooms at the prescribed rate, the food on the basis of expenses actually incurred.When his relatives left after a week's stay, the president was of course sad to see them all go, but he was also lighter in his pocket: the total expenses debited to his personal account was Rs.3,54,924! As we practising lawyers often say in court "the facts speak for themselves": President Kalam has set a high benchmark of rectitude in public office - worthy of emulation. And as a living embodiment of 'Transparency- National', his parting words of advice were: "Don't accept gifts." Delicately put: what he meant to say of course was: "Don't accept gifts for favours in return."Yes, we will all miss him. Me, too. Although I had publicly criticised him for putting his signature on the Bihar Dissolution Proclamation, and for not insisting on a personal meeting with Aung San Suu Kyi during his presidential trip to Myanmar, in retrospect, these were but aberrations - small lapses - in a hugely successful presidency.Of him it can be said, as Winston Churchill once said about his departed king: "He nothing common did, or mean, upon that memorable scene." Memorable scenes are rarely re-enacted, but they are always remembered.

Sometimes silence conveys emotions that words fail to ...

Silence can be a sign of consent.

Silence conveys anger.

Silence demonstrates strength.

Silence demonstrates patience.

Silence conveys determination.

Silence can mean respect.

Silence does not mean inaction

Silence may indicate forgiveness.

Silence represents tolerance.

Silence can mean confidence.


Silence is not necessarily a sign of guilt or weakness, it is in many cases lot more thought provoking and convincing than words …

The abt me?

Each such site that is a public domain and displays your profile has this questionWrite -- “About Me”……….Quite a painful task I must say ……….. not that you can’t write one but it takes a lot of thinking and with the advent of Google I guess the day is not far off when you will search yourself in there ……… imagine a result saying “NOT FOUND”(BTW – try this … quite an interesting exercise) …..Ok …. Well the point we were on was writing about “me” in public domains, but I don’t intend to dwell on this issue ……….. when I was migrating to this new blogger page … I saw my “About Me” section ………thought, lets change it and was stuck …………Really if you want to just write off something then forget it ……… but if you give it a serious thought …. It really is a difficult task ………. (I know I get abstract thoughts out of no where………) But then I decided to take the difficult way ………. I chose to write a few lines about me.Well the first line took me about 5 minutes ………. And then what I came up with was my name …………..whooopppppss…………I thought it’s just another day when I get really thoughtless /mindless……Blind in other words ….So I thought I’ll take up this task after sometime but I’ll make sure I do it ……So set a reminder for myself in my cell ……reminder @ 1 am …. (I am at my best at this time ……. J beautiful abstract meaningless thoughts pop up at this time to nocturnal people like me …) So now I was all set to write about myself with all favorable conditions like my cozy bed, my lamp, a crystal full of ice tea, a ciggi and the time of course. I picked up a pencil and a paper to do myself the honor. I was about to write an autobiography. But now here I was a bit confused ….What shall be the format, should it be an essay or will it be one liners……?Then I thought lets use a pen instead and then I changed from my pad to a neat blank paper and made numerous such redundant adjustments …............................. Somehow it seemed that I was trying to avoid the task …. Trying to find excuses ……It was already 1:30 am and believe me I had not penned a single word……..It was now getting really frustrating, I knew, I was running away from myself …....Till date I had only heard friends doing stuff like this, they said they did it for introspection (some did it out of compulsion….MBA application). And I thought of them to be idiots ……And I now knew that they were IDIOTS ….. Tell me do you hurt yourself like this …….It’s actually humiliating not being able to write about yourself.But that’s how it is ……….. at least with me … Never mind, to give up is not me ……. I’ll try again …………..Did u notice …….. did u ……… I just wrote one good thing about myself …Hmmmm………………… I guess that’s how it is ought to be ……… I need to deduce myself from my environment, from the people around me, the way my friends think of me, the way I think of them, the way I see things around me and most importantly “I am what I want to be …………” What say? Anyways the task still needs to be done ……… and am glad that it happened like this at least I don’t have to do it in compulsion …. Lets see....... today too the reminder is set to 1 am and with all the favorable conditions, I hope I’ll discover who I am ………….. With Love to myself …….From Myself ….