Monday, December 18, 2006

Always Positive ...

"The pessimist sees difficulty in every opportunity. The optimist sees opportunity in every difficulty.

A family had twin boys whose only resemblance to each other was their looks. If one felt it was too hot, the other thought it was too cold. If one said the TV was too loud, the other claimed the volume needed to be turned up. Opposite in every way, one was an eternal optimist, the other a doom & gloom pessimist.

Just to see what would happen, on the twins' birthday their father loaded the pessimist's room with every imaginable toy and game. The optimist's room he loaded with horse manure.

That night the father passed by the pessimist's room and found him sitting amid his new gifts crying bitterly. "Why are you crying?" the father asked.

"Because my friends will be jealous, I'll have to read all these instructions before I can do anything with this stuff, I'll constantly need batteries, and my toys will eventually get broken." answered the pessimist twin.

Passing the optimist twin's room, the father found him dancing for joy in the pile of manure. "What are you so happy about?" he asked.

To which his optimist twin replied, "There's got to be a pony in here somewhere!"

Thursday, December 14, 2006

A Joy Ride ...

A few years ago, one summer day, we were waiting to hear the good news. My elder bro and his wife were expecting their second child.

My parents were eager to see a granddaughter. Until then, the house was full of grandsons.. "Grandsons are good, but granddaughter is a must", Mom and dad had spelled out on several occasions. " I have to be an aunt to a niece", I added to their feelings.

Later that afternoon, my elder brother's son and his cousins enquired when would his mom return with his new born brother from the hospital. I told him, "Mom, would be back soon with their sister".

On hearing this, there was an united shout "No, no way, we have no place for a sister in our gang. She will cry for little things. Girls are sissy". I was not happy to hear this. It was indeed a bad attitude towards my newly born niece.

"How could they not be waiting for their sister?" I am the second born , I am a girl . Mom, ones mentioned brother would hug around and sing newly learnt rhymes to her tummy. He was waiting for his unborn sister, a Star, who was yet to arrive.

"Bro do you remember, how you sang and made me feel welcome at home. Were you waiting for me? Did you always want a sister. or was it a brother you wished for? .I enquired.

He smiled to reply, "Yes, I was waiting, but neither for a sister nor a brother".

He continued ," Dad had promised that if I behaved well, when mom was carrying you , he would buy me a tricycle". "All the neighboring boys had one and played with it in the corridor". He smiled to say. Although, Bro was not waiting for me. I was happy neither was he waiting for any brother.

Dad kept his promise. He bought a tricycle but with a double seat. The family album at my parent's home shows my bro riding the tricycle with me, on the second seat. Mom remembers that he carried me everywhere, on his new tricycle, and I always smiled to enjoy it.

On this very day, indeed a star was born for dad, mom and big bro. Thankyou, brother for the "joy ride" and "happy birthday to me".

Monday, December 11, 2006

I will ...

A little boy leaned and whispered in Santa’s good ear and said , “I want no toy , Santa dear . I want your secret. Tell it to me”.

Santa smiled and replied, "I have no secret, but the truth is, my sack is full of magic”.

What is the magic Santa dear ? enquired the little boy.

I shall tell you the magic, said Santa to the boy. “Now listen to me"

In my sack I carry on Christmas Eve day
More love than a Santa could e’er give away.
The sack never empties of love, or of joys
‘Cause inside it are prayers and hope.
Not just toys
The more that I give, the fuller it seems,
Because giving is my way of fulfilling dreams.
And do you know something? You’ve got a sack, too.
It’s as magic as mine, and it’s inside of you.
It never gets empty; it’s full from the start.
It’s the center of lights and love.
It’s your heart.
And if on this Christmas you want to help me,
Don’t be so concerned with the gifts ‘neath your tree
Open that sack called your heart, and share
Your joy, your friendship, your wealth, your care.
”The light in the small boy’s eyes was glowing
“Thanks for your secret.
I’ve got to be going."“Wait, little boy,” said Santa,
Will you share? Will you help? Will you ?”
And just for a moment the small boy stood still,
Touched his heart with his small hand and whispered,
“I will."

Monday, December 04, 2006

A short story ...

Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.
The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,"Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into 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 maylet your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go.

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

Friday, December 01, 2006

Monday, November 20, 2006

Stand _Out

This daisy is Unique, not because of her colour or shape. The Truth is she Believes that she is wonderful and knows how to stand out


You have to find out who you are, and be that.
You have to decide what comes first, and do that.
You have to discover your strengths, and use them.
You have to learn not to compete with others,
Because no one else is in the contest of *being you*.


You will have learned to accept your own uniqueness.
You will have learned to set priorities and make decisions.
You will have learned to live with your limitations.
You will have learned to give yourself the respect that is due.
And you'll be a most vital mortal.

Dare To Believe:
That you are a wonderful, unique person.

Monday, November 13, 2006

... :(

MY 12-YEAR-OLD daughter asked me, "Mom, do you have a baby picture of yourself?

I need it for a school project." I gave her one without thinking to ask what the project was.

A few days later I was in her classroom for a parent-teacher meeting when I noticed my face pinned to a mural the students had created.

The title of their project was "The oldest thing in my house."

Monday, November 06, 2006

a "V" formation

Next fall when you see geese heading south for the winter,flying along in a V formation, you might consider what science has discovered as to why they fly that way:As each bird flaps its wings, it creates an uplift for the bird immediately following.

By flying in a V formation the whole flock adds at least 71% greater flying range than if each bird flew on its own.People who share a common direction and sense of community can get where they are going more quickly and easily because they are traveling on the thrust of one another.

When a goose falls out of formation it suddenly feels the drag and resistance of trying to go it alone and quickly gets back into formation to take advantage of the lifting power of the bird in front.If we have as much sense as a goose we will stay in formation with those who are headed the same way we are.When the head goose gets tired it rotates back in the wing and another goose flies point.

It is sensible to take turns doing demanding jobs ... with people or with geese flying south.Geese honk from behind to encourage those up front to keep up their speed.What do we say when we honk from behind?

Finally ... and this is important ... when a goose gets sick or is wounded by gunshots, and falls out of formation, two other geese fall out with that goose and follow it down to lend help and protection. They stay with the fallen goose until it is able to fly or until it dies, and only then do they launch out on their own, or with another formation to catch up with their group.

" If we have the sense of a goose, we will stand by each other like that"...

Saturday, November 04, 2006

.. .. .. the heart of a rose :)

Won’t you come into the garden?

I would like my roses

to see you.

** A House of Joy**

Thank you, for living with me and for inhabiting and making this house of joy, a home. You have helped me build this structure with wisdom, understanding and knowledge. Your words have filled it with rare and beautiful treasures _ Hearts Full Of You.

Neers, Mizfit, Prash, Sreejith, Eclipsed thoughts, seriously_frivolous, desperado, Lalitha, Usha, Preeta, Velu, Ram, Tarini, ALapana, Vibhor, Ekta, Random thoughts, Srijith.

Each of you have helped to fill this with your spirit of love , joy, and peace.
Thank you, for helping me keep this place spiritually fervent with joy and zeal.

A New Day Has Come ...

Monday, October 09, 2006

Good Wishes ...

I wish all my friends "the Brightest Deepavali and A Prosperous New Year".


I wish to take a break.
I shall be back soon.
Take good care of yourselves.

Monday, October 02, 2006

ok, I am weird ... but in a good sense .

While I was working on this post, I met Jack. Jack is my online friend. This conversation(chat) is between Jill(passerby) and Jack .. .. .. please read on.

Jack : Hola! how are u?
Jill : hi there. I am fine , thanku

Jack : so what’s up buddy
Jill : just a little busy, with my blog. I am tagged by two good blogmates srijith and neers.They both have asked me to list six weird things about me.

Jack : Oh ! I remember you tell me that you blog.
how is it going?
Jill : I seem to find nothing weird in me right now. can you help me find something weird about ...

JACk : Me?
Jill : ya, its better to know from your frds. They are the ones who know you better.

Jack : you are right there, but I never find anything weird in you, if you were weird why would you be on my frnd/list
Jill : may be weird in some good sense, did you observe anything weird but good about me.

Jack : let me think, oh ya do you remember, at one time I told you that you jump topics.
JiLL : jump in wht sense?

Jack : jump, like A Monkey , but in all good sense. We can then exchange a talk on variety of subjects you see.
Jill : (thinking in her mind) I am a monkey. (Wants to ask Jack to Pack and leave her alone).

Jack : yes, Jill one good weirdness about you is that you talk a lot.
Jill : you mean talkative in good sense

Jack : yes, I often wonder how can you talk so much?
Jill : you mean to say I talk non stop and that I should try to shutup!

Jack : hey, you jump to conclusions very fast , this is weird in you.
{Jill : thinking to herself..he could not count a single weird ness in me and now the whole of me seems weird ….JAck is so weird}...

Jack : I hope I am helping you find weird things in good sense.

Jill : {( in her mind) yes you have helped enuff}
Jill : Jack thanku, you helped me with this difficult tag.

Jack : my pleasure, Jill

Jack : bye, got to hurry now. I have a meeting to attend.
Jill : byebye ,, see ya soon.
( I wonder did Jill come tumbling after or did Jack push her).

So I am talkative, I rush through topics , and I jump to conclusion, but all in a good sense ... *smiles*… Let me quickly push (pass I mean) this tag to a few here …

ajay, wild reeds, contended, Seriously_frivolous, alapana, random thoughts please take up this tag, if you have not done it before.

Saturday, September 30, 2006

... On the bridge between people

Unless we can hear each other singing and crying, unless we can comfort each other's failures and cheer each other's victories, we are missing out on the best that life has to offer. The only real action takes place on the bridge between people.

Abe was fiercely independent, even at the age of 85, but after a mild stroke his son insisted he move in with him. Abe missed going to the park near his old apartment, and one Saturday he set out to find it.

When he became disoriented, he asked a young boy where the park was. The boy, named Timmy, said he’d like to take Abe there, but he didn’t have time because he was looking for God. He needed to talk to him about why his parents were getting a divorce.

"Maybe God is in the park," said the old man. "I’d like to talk to him, too, about why he’s made me useless." They set off together to find God.

At the park, Timmy began to cry about the divorce, and Abe lovingly held the boy’s face in his hands and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Timmy, I don’t know why bad things happen, but I know it’s not because of you. I know you’re a good boy and your parents love you and you’ll be okay."
"Are you sure?"
"I’m sure."

Timmy gave Abe a big hug and said, "I’m so glad I met you. Thanks. I think I can go now."
From across the street, Timmy’s mother saw them hug and when the boy came up, she asked in a worried voice, "Who was that old man?"
"I think he’s God."

"Did he say that?" she demanded.
No, but when he told me I’m going to be okay, I felt better. Only God can do that."

When Abe got home, his son in a scolding voice asked, "Where were you?"
"I was in the park with God."

"What makes you think you were with God?"

"Because he sent me a boy who needed me, and when the boy hugged me,
I felt God telling me I wasn’t useless."

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Yet Tagged Again ...

I am tagged by Preeta. A few months ago, after i first read her I wrote a post on it. The link to that post is here

1..Are you happy/satisfied with your blog with it's content and look? Does your family know about your blog?
I am happy with my blog, My entire family does not know about my blog. I have already written a post about my entry into the blogworld. The link to that post is here .

2.Do you feel embarrassed to let your friends know about your blog or you just consider it as a private thing?

I enjoy this world of blog exclusively with my blogmates. My friends outside the net are not into blogging, so I never discuss my blog with them.

3.Did blogs cause positive changes in your thoughts?
I enjoy interacting , reading and commenting here. Blogs make me feel positive, and they do influence my thought process.

4.Do you only open the blogs of those who comment on your blog or you love to go and discover more by yourself?

I do open blogs of those who comment and also love to explore and discover new blogs. I explored to find Usha's blog and that was one great discovery.

5.What does visitors counter mean to you? Do you care about putting it in your blog?

I don’t have a visitors counter. Well, maybe I shall learn to put one soon.

6.Did you try to imagine your fellow bloggers and give them real pictures?

No, I have never tried to imagine my fellow bloggers, but when I read some good post by my fellow blogger. I do feel I should have been close to wish and thank him/her for posting one. Well, i have given a real picture of myself to my fellow bloggers through my posts.

7.Admit. Do you think there is a real benefit for blogging?

Yes, I think it is beneficial to blog. Surely, who I am now is only because of all that’s gone before, It seems wrong not to be able to recall even the important events in their wholeness…I may look back one day, to read all and say “THIS was me,This is me"

8.Do you think that bloggers society is isolated from real world or interacts with events?

I think good bloggers are never isolated from the real world, infact they try to portray the real world out here through their experience.

9.Does criticism annoy you or do you feel it's a normal thing?
Healthy criticism is food for the thought and I feel it should be encouraged. I invite all kinds of comments.

10.Do you fear some political blogs and avoid them?
I don’t fear political blogs. I don’t mind interacting with healthy politics.

11.Did you get shocked by the arrest of some bloggers?

Social evils a good blogger should never write to encourage. I have read about one blogger who was punished for promoting racism. I think that was right.

12.Did you think about what will happen to your blog after you die?

My son knows about my blog, I think it will remain with him. I am giving it to him in MY will. …. My spirit may write after I am gone….boohoo.

13.What do you like to hear? What's the song you might like to put a link to in your blog?

I generally don’t like to hear to a song when I read or write. I would not mind some light music that would enthrall me.

Now I tag LiL mizfit and pradeep . Will you both please take up this tag.

Monday, September 18, 2006

?? ...

Is Love the best healer? Or is Pain the best teacher?

Thursday, September 14, 2006

A Different Perspective ...

One day a father and his rich family took his young son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose to show him how poor people can be.
They spent a day and a night in the farm of a very poor family. When they got back from their trip the father asked his son, "How was the trip?
"Very good, Dad!"
"Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked.
"And what did you learn?"The son answered,
"I saw that we have a dog at home, and they have four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden,they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lamps in the garden,they have the stars. Our patio reaches to the front yard, they have a whole horizon.

"When the little boy was finishing, his father was speechless.

His son added, "Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are!"

Isn't it true that it all depends on the way you look at things? If you have love, friends, family, health, good humor and a positive attitude toward life, you've got everything!You can't buy any of these things. You can have all the material possessions you can imagine, provisions for the future, etc., but if you are poor of spirit, you have nothing!

Sunday, September 10, 2006

"Pious Portrait" ...

A kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they drew. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's artwork.

As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was. The girl replied, "I'm drawing God."

The teacher paused and said, "but no one knows what God looks like". Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing the girl replied, "They will in a minute."

Monday, September 04, 2006

More than a Sister ...

I trust,we remain learners all our life. At the same time we also get an opportunity to teach another. We teach our children, our brothers and sisters, many give tuitions to the neighbours.
Some want to earn pocket money and some want to remain in touch with knowledge and books. Each of us definitely gain respect for teaching.

I am a teacher to my son though my very first student was a naughty girl, two years younger to me. She had no interest in her books. She was in love with everything around her, except her books.. School was only fun for her. Books and homework were only meant to be carried in school bags. Schoolbooks were not to be read and home-work was never to be done.

Her class was on the first floor, while mine on the second . The staffroom was beside her classroom. I was often send by my class teacher to collect the corrected class books from the staff room. There, outside the class I would spot my first student. She would either be standing or kneeling down outside the classroom. .

She must have not done her history homework, I would guess.. She would smile at me. What a shameless girl! I felt ashamed, angry and guilty all at the same time. Homework is ones own responsibility . Why does she neglect it? I will complain to mom . I knew Mom would say, oh! she is beyond repair, forget her.

One day, my class teacher who was her science teacher said to me, " why don’t you teach her” . I said, "mam, she won’t listen to me".
"She will dear, you can become her teacher, then you will never be ashamed of her". Personal responsibility and respect for my class teacher laid the foundation of my teaching the most adamant student under the sky.

After my studies, I would take her school bag and find out what she had to study. Help her and make her do her homework. She was weak, but she was sweet. I hated her for not taking studies seriously , but I knew I will always love her all my life.

She was neither intelligent nor did she want to work hard, but she was always promoted. My parents thought I would make a good teacher. But destiny had something else in store.
Today, my sister is a teacher in one of the best schools, in India. She teaches English. She is loved and a respected teacher. She is doing well in this profession for more than ten years now. I think this is the gurudakshina I get for teaching her, and somewhere my class teacher will be proud. I obeyed her and respected her faith.

Happy teachers day to all the teachers and this one teacher who is my sister, a naughty student and a good teacher, "Thankyou".. You taught me what is learning, while you teach.

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Feeding Time ...

.... And I told you the snow would melt, the passionate love o' the sun does it. The leaves of the trees, will fall with the wind, and look that great, gray cloud will vanish now ... it goes on and on until the child finishes his/her bowl of cerelac.

When a young grandchild feeds his grandparents, gladness finds its old home, and that sorrow at length departs. Feeding your dear ones is a happy moment shared.

A holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said, "Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like."The Lord led the holy man to two doors.

He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in.In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water.But the people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished.
They were holding spoons with very long handles that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful, but because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths.

The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering. The Lord said, 'You have seen Hell.

'They then went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one. There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water. The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking.

The holy man said, "I don’t understand.""It is simple" said the Lord, "In this place the people have learned to feed one another."

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Bring What You Can Carry

Every dream a child sees is made of golden sight, Every day the sun rises to spread its golden light ....
Once there was an old rich man who was afraid of dying and leaving all his wealth behind on earth. So, he took up the matter with God. He pleaded day and night to be able to take all his earthly possessions with him. Finally, God conceded. He said the man could take as much as he could fit in one suitcase. The old man immediately went out, bought a huge suitcase, sold all he owned and filled the suitcase with gold bars. Shortly after that, the old man died. Awkwardly dragging the big, heavy suitcase, he approached St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.

St. Peter stopped him, asked him to open his luggage, and then told him he couldn't bring his gold bars into Heaven.The man was irate. "You don't understand," he said. "I got permission directly from God himself for this. He told me whatever I could fit into one suitcase, I could bring with me.

"St. Peter, shrugged his shoulders and simply said, "Fine with me. But we've already got plenty of pavement here."
Happy weekend friends!

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Advertainment ...

A church choir was putting on a car wash to raise money for a special trip to Bethlehem. They made a large sign that read:


On the scheduled Saturday, business was very good. But, by two o'clock the sky clouded, the rain poured, and there were hardly any customers. Finally, one of the soprano singers had an idea.

She printed a very large poster with the words:

"WE WASH. GOD RINSES". (Next to the words was an arrow pointing skyward.)

Business boomed!

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Myself ...

Tagged by
"Starry Nights"

I AM THINKING ABOUT :Just in case Tomorrow is too late.
(I keep thinking this many times in a day!)...

I SAID : I am already O.K.

I WANT TO: remove all the buts and whens from my vocabulary ( I mean LIFE)

I WISH : I always held my head high with a smile

I WONDER : why all my friends call me on the same day? why they remember me on the same day?

I REGRET : Nothing

I HEAR: My son telling me what happened on the playground yesterday.

I AM: Only a Human

I DANCE : when I hear music in the air

I SING: when I light a Candle of HOPE

I CRY : in the kitchen with a knife in my hand. (cutting onions)

I AM NOT : A reserved class(Person)

I MAKE WITH MY HANDS : Actions… (when in a conversation ). I am an expressive person.

I WRITE : Even on a tissue paper… * Big Grin*

I CONFUSE : All my son’s friends (girl friends!). They call him when I am not at home.

I NEED : “Surprises“. (I love to give and take surprises ). I also need to change the subject ...

"I Tag: The first person who comments here"
Starry Nights(she tagged me), Usha and Hip grandma are excused this time.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

I'm tagged ...

I thank a good blogmate and a wonderful blogwriter
Lil MiZfiT to have tagged me.

One book that changed your life?
Every book I have read did convey something good.
Letter to a Teacher, Sieze the day, Mill on the Floss .... many more.

One book you have read more than once?
Alchemist ... there are a few more.

One book you would want on a desert island?

On a desert island I would want to write.

One book that made you laugh?
Uncle Fred in Springtime many of the PG Wodehouse collections.

One book that made you cry?
In recent times The Kite Runner .

One book you wish had been written?
"Mizfit Chronicles" by Mizfit ...

One book you wish had never been written?
All my mathematics textbooks in school.

One book you are currently reading?
One hundred years of solitude

One book you have been meaning to read?
The World is flat ... would want to read as many as possible.

Now I tag Starry nights, Usha, Hip Grandma and all my other blogmates who would like to share some good titles here .... Cheers!

Thursday, August 10, 2006

two steps behind you ...

Walk away wherever you want to
If need be, you can run
hide you can never
I'm beside, behind
within you ...

Take your time, and think
You can't fight me
I'm the magic
within you ...

Turn around;
find me
just two steps behind you ...

Friday, August 04, 2006

Make time to live ...

A short story ...

Two friends were walking through the desert. At one point, both started arguing and one of the friends hit the other in his face. The one who was hit was hurt, without uttering a single word. He sat down and wrote in the sand,

"Today My Best Friend Hit me in the Face".

They carried on walking, until they reached an oasis, they wanted to freshen up and started to bathe. The friend who was hit in the face, got caught in the mud and was about to drown when his other friend saved his life. After he recovered he took a stone and carved into it,

"Today My Best Friend Saved My life".

Puzzled the other friend inquired, "why a stone, earlier you wrote in the sand?"

He looked up and smiled and said,
"When I was hurt, I wrote in the sand so that the wind can blow it, but when you saved my life I carved it on the stone. so that the wind can never blow it away".

We have to learn to write our pain in the Sand. The wind by blowing it away can help us to forgive. But the good moments have to be carved on the stone, so that we never forget them. Nature has given us many gifts,which are all around us. They teach us,
"Lets make time to live!"

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Mirror, mirror ...

Mirror, mirror on the wall , "who is the most beautiful woman of them all"?

Age 3: Looks at herself and sees a Queen!
Age 8: Looks at herself and sees herself as Cinderella/Sleeping Beauty.

Age 15: Looks at herself and sees herself as Cinderella/SleepingBeauty/Cheerleader; or if she is PMS'ing: sees Fat/Pimples/UGLY ("Mom, I can't go to school looking like this!").
Age 20: Looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" - but decides she's going out anyway.

Age 30: Looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" - but decides she doesn't have time to fix it, so she's going out anyway.
Age 40: Looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" - but says, "At least I'm clean" and goes out anyway.

Age 50: Looks at herself and sees "I am" and goes wherever she wants to go.
Age 60: Looks at herself and reminds herself of all the people who can't even see themselves in the mirror anymore. Goes out and conquers the world.

Age 70: Looks at herself and sees wisdom, laughter and ability. Goes out and enjoys life.
Age 80: Doesn't bother to look. Just puts on a purple hat and goes out to have fun with the world.

A Look in the Mirror...
Mirror now, with all respect, do not reflect what I expect. All the world 's a stage you know, foolish words have made it so Listen now, who do you see? Mirror, take a look at me.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Meree Awaaz Suno!

Being punctual sometimes is wasting your time, being alone, waiting, checking your watch every second! Craning your neck to see whether your train, your bus, your person is in sight!

Why be punctual then? Very simple. Punctuality is a VIRTUE and should be practiced and encouraged.

Everyday at eight in the morning ,the school bus picks four students from the stop near my building. I am at my study room window to view this. My son is one of the four students who boards this bus to school.

The bus is often punctual . It arrives late, only when the traffic is a bit slow .. All of them wait for it as I do at my window. Out of the four students, two of them are often late to catch the bus. The bus driver is considerate and waits until they arrive, while the other two are almost always on time.

But this morning was different; one elevator of our building was not working . Going down twenty-five floors is quiet a job .My son had to wait for the only other working lift as it served each floor. I was already at the window and I saw the bus ( on time today) approach the stop, the three kids boarded it. The automatic door closed and it moved away. My son reached the spot about 90 seconds late, seeing no one around he looked up to see if I was there. I signaled to him that the bus had already left. He rushed to take the public transport to be on time for his morning prayers at school.

Why did the bus driver not consider waiting (even a few more seconds) for the student (my son) who is always punctual? For a moment I felt he was not fair. Was the driver in a bad mood? I have seen him wait even for five minutes (300seconds) on some other days. Then why did he not wait today?

The only reason I could arrive at was if a very punctual student is not on time, it is assumed that he is not going to school. He must be absent for the day. Yet I feel that the driver should have considered waiting a few more seconds for the benefit of the doubt or my son.

I wonder if I should take to heart that although being punctual is good, being punctual ALWAYS may not be so good.

Does the virtue of punctuality ill suits the one who is always on time?

Friday, July 21, 2006

Sunday School ...

Nine year old Joey was asked by his mother what he had learned at Sunday school.

"Well, Mom, our teacher told us how God sent Moses behind enemy lines on a rescue mission to lead the Israelites out of Egypt. "

When he got to the Red Sea, he had his engineers build a pontoon bridge and all the people walked across safely.

"Then he used his walkie-talkie to radio headquarters for reinforcements. They sent bombers to blow up the bridge and all the Israelites were saved."

"Now, Joey, is that really what your teacher taught you?" his mother asked.

"Well, no. But if I told it the way the teacher did, you'd never believe it!"

Monday, July 17, 2006


I was on Usha's blog, having some time on my hands, I clicked on a comment on her recent post only to feed my want - to inquire.

Friends,this click took me to a blog which has just begin to bloom.

In her very first post she says, “My children tell me owning a blog is the surest sign that one is still young at heart :) ”.

Here, I read with a child-like wonder. Words that were deeper, simpler than my daily prayers. They made me listen and surrender. They confirmed my trust that the every day begins to remind that all want the same things _”to be happy and be loved”

This blog has just laid its foundation, its building and it is growing. She writes to tell about a wonderful life lived, and is going strong with the every U-turn she takes with her new acquired Red Maruti Alto.

I am with her on the longest journey which begins from my mind into my heart …

Sunday, July 16, 2006




I know this is weird to hear
and wow it's awkward for me to say
But I was hoping if you weren't busy
we could go out on a date today

I'm not a pervert or anything
but I appreciate all your qualities
And I hope you know
that friends are one of life's rare commodities

So if you want a joyous outing of smiling
until our nice time ends
I hope you'll give me a call
and we can be best of friends

Thursday, July 13, 2006

How do we see yet, be so blind ...

You don't get it.
What does it matter,nothing will last .
You ask yourself, What is today?
"today is tomorrow a piece of the past".
It can never last.

The shared moments are only passing times
A piece of your heart lies forever in friends;
who never change your thoughts.

How do we see yet, be so blind

"Life is too short to live with regret"

It gets better as time goes by to look for the good,
at least give it a try ...

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Completely Anonymous ?!!?

Hi, "Passer By" (I wish I knew you real name) -


I just heard about the commuter train bombing and wanted to check to see if you are ok or if you need any kind of help.

Please let me know when you can, ok?


Dear Blogreader,
I received this short caring message this morning, I extend this to one and all in mumbai.
I pray for peace, love and care.

I don't have a death wish ...

A broken heart, a trembling mind and a bleeding soul
Are what were left behind when you went with the waves

I keep trudging along our cherished memories
Did they realize that you were the right, me the left, treading together the desert and woods alike;
You my inspiration and my company your delight.

We balanced each other but now I remain collapsed;
I‘ve nothing left , but Faith that things will become easier; and keep me alive

Going on does not come easily as many see it to be

I recall all the good times we shared through all the years
The pain I feel will be within; until my fading day
Will we ever meet in this vast expanse before me.

No … I don’t have a death wish only feel loneliness and pain
That grows with every touching wave, but not taking me away .

Sunday, July 09, 2006


I was using it for a crossword puzzle book at the airport. The pages of the book were soft, I was irritated as my pencil refused to write at times. I always carry pencils rather than a pen in my handbag.

Pencils have always had a place in my heart. They write well on regular paper. I attend seminars and find they provide with pencils rather than a pen. I can chew, stomp a pencil, it still works. It needs no ink or battery to operate. It floats too. And can work just fine after getting wet.

My pencil also has a small “better than nothing” eraser at its one end. This encourages me to make mistakes. Wise men advice and encourage mistakes. The best thing about with a pencil is that you can change by simply erasing it.

Pencils can do extraordinary things, they are best for tagging plants; graphite does not fade in the sun, Pencils can be handy when you need to stir your coffee or tea ( not always you can locate a spoon ) incidentally the eraser adds a nice flavor to it. Pencils can be used as toothpicks and they are world-class back scratchers!

Like pens, pencils too are mightier than the sword, And you can hide this sword between your wrist, shirt sleeve and between you socks and ankles. An average pencil can be sharpened 17 times, write 45,000 words or draw line 35 miles long. No doubt, that is why Ernest Hemingway used pencils for writing.

When I was in class two, I remember my classmate tell me, that one could make an eraser at home. She explained the procedure. I was happy to have learnt it. I shared this news with my younger sister, and we both decided to experiment it. We smuggled a box of 12 pencils from the stationery cupboard. Sharpened each pencil to the very end of it. This valuable dust we placed in a clean bottle, added lots of perfume ( this bottle of perfume was gifted to Mom) some glue and a little water. As per, her instructions, to protect this solution from sunlight, we placed this bottle in the extreme, dark corner of the wardrobe ( the way mom kept her pickle Jars).

My friend confirmed, that in a couple of days this would set (like jelly or custard) and soon we would have home-made eraser … wow!!!

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

... And On One Valentine's Day

Life went on monotonously. One valentine's day a letter arrived to her surprise. She tore open the envelope with a slight tremble

No letter was there except a few dry petals of a rose. Even though they were dry, the fragrance of them seemed so fresh.

She stared at them in wonder.

She noticed that something was scribbled on them. She took them out gently and placed them on her palm with utmost care.

They only said: "I erred everywhere in the name of love only".

Monday, July 03, 2006

Why does a true love ... ???

The sages tell us that this is one of the higher orders of love, and I wonder if they may indeed be right.. Most people already love their children in this way.
But, could we not, gradually, try to extend this kind of acceptance to other persons in our lives? For the more that we can bring acceptance into our lives, even in a small way, the closer we come to understanding true love.

Why can't we find
Feelings so gentle their power mightn't smother
Lavished onto one but not reflected to the other
Maybe caring mirrored but not to awe-worthy perfection
Why does a true love flow in only one direction?

Where did it go
Mystery so shrouded that we cannot pierce its veil
Magic only to be found in fanciful kids' tale
Fires of forever but requited with rejection
Why does a true love flow in only one direction?

I pound my fist
In wonder, was there a sign I missed
Some clue as to why you don't return my kiss

Leaving me lost in heart-aching perplexion
With a love that burns true ...... but not in both directions

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Did you hear it ?

A big HELLO to all my blogreaders.
I was away, but am back now

One message I received in my absence which read as :

Hi! pass_erby, where are you? have you pass_edaway!! ... LOL

My lovely readers I did miss visiting your blogs and I missed commenting on your posts!

Did you hear it?

A raindrop fell down
All the way from the heaven's clouds
To the cold, hard earth below,
Leaving a splatter on a rock.
Did you hear it?

A leaf fell from a tall, strong oak,
Bumping into twigs and branches,
Rocked gently by the breezes,
Then lighting on the blades of grass.
Did you hear it?

The wind tossed a tumbleweed
Across the desert,Over rocks,
Between passing cars, unscathed.
Did you hear it?

Cat paws walk with careful stealth
Across the yard
While sparrow lifts itself from an egg-filled nest
To save itself.
Did you hear it?

An eye twinkles in a weary face
Releasing a tear
To trail down a cheek, over quivering lip,
To fall on a breaking heart.
Did you hear it?
by Barbara ...

Monday, June 19, 2006

You're this close to my heart ...

Three sons left home, went out on their own and prospered. Getting back together, they discussed the gifts that they were able to give to their elderly mother.

The first said, "I built a big house for our mother.

"The second said, "I sent her a Mercedes with a driver."

The third said, "I've got you both beat. You know how Mom enjoys reading the Bible and you know she can't see very well? I sent her a large brown parrot that can recite the entire Bible. It took twenty 12 years to teach him. I had to pledge to contribute $1,000,000 a year for twenty years but it was worth it. Mom just has to name the chapter and verse and the parrot will recite it.

"Soon thereafter, Mom sent out her letters of thanks.

She wrote to the first son, "Milton, the house you built is so huge. I live in only one room, but I have to clean the whole house."

She wrote to the second son, "Marvin, I am too old to travel. I stay home all the time, so I never use the Mercedes and the driver is SO rude.

"She wrote to the third son, "Dearest Melvin, you were the only son to have the good sense to know what your mother likes. The chicken was delicious."

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

The best gift I ever had: My father

Words from my heart
.... for my loving dad

I will never know the innumerable times you held me high, to make me gaze into the wonderful sky; to see the twinkle in my eye.
I will never know the innumerable times,
your hands pray that I be born as your daughter
I will never know the innumerable times, you made me call ' Father'

I see your hands when you raise to bid me goodbye, how tired are they for raising me up.
You cherished me in my darkest moments and your tired hands comforted me
This place in my heart loves you, and I am proud to hear you say ...

"My daughter call me, My Father“…

miles to go before I sleep ...

Frost is one of my favourites.
And this piece never fails to uplift my spirits....

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep ...

Monday, June 12, 2006


“Is it so bad then to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood”…

“Crows never stopped crowing since this morning, Didn't I tell you, someone is coming home for lunch?” said Mom, looking at the sky. “I need to cook an extra cup of rice” . However, when at times nobody showed up, the street dog (I and my sister had named him Dev ) enjoyed an extra meal.

I haven't seen too many crows in the place I reside. Anyway, nowadays guests sound you before they visit. The cell phone has come in handy, guests can now contact even on their way.

On the twelfth day, after grandma left for heavenly abode, Uncle took a clean banana leaf and served on it the best of all dishes prepared on that occasion. He then placed the leaf on the compound wall. He folded his hands to pray and then waited for a crow to take the servings ...

A friend told me that he enjoyed taking photographs of Crows. He felt that it was the most misunderstood of all the birds. They can be great friends if we took some time for them … (The above photograph is taken by him and it is named 'The Pensive Crows')

Seemingly trivial events, like the one involving crows and guests, have a common place with Mom till date. Yesterday I called her to tell, "I am coming home" and immediately she says, “I thought so, my friend has been crowing the whole day today on the kitchen window“...

Thursday, June 08, 2006


"SAY Cheese" it always leaves people smiling!

It was almost time for school to dismiss and a mother noticed it looked like rain. So she drove toward school to pick up her eight-year-old daughter.

She turned down the street to see her daughter running toward her down the sidewalk. A lightning bolt flashed and the little girl looked up towards the sky, smiled and then began running toward her mother's van.

Another lightning bolt flashed and again the little girl looked towards the sky, smiled and resumed running. This happened several more times until the little girl finally arrived at where her mother was parked.

Her mom immediately inquired as to the strange behavior. "Why did you keep stopping and smiling at the sky?" she asked her daughter.

"I had to, Mommy. God was taking my picture."

Wednesday, June 07, 2006


It rained yesterday, and the weather changed. It was a pleasant morning and I got out of my block to feel the fresh breeze.

I walked down a tiled pathway . The hedge along the pathway was freshly pruned. The cool breeze cleared my cluttered mind, and then something wonderful and colorful caught my sight. I looked around, and picked it up. I slipped it into my pocket, and moved on my path.

I was happy to find so beautiful , shinny and colorful Blue Marble. The sight of a Marble are like happy thoughts. The last I hold such was many years ago. When Bahi(Big Bro) agreed in advance that we were playing 'for fair' (all marbles are returned to the owner).

Then I lost contact with it for the rest of the day. Late in the evening, I was helping my son with the history of Ancient Heritage of India. The chapter ran into sixty five pages, quiet a volume for him to hold interest. Around eleven thirty he left the study for his bed.

I continued, to read ...

A tinkling sound made me lift my head. I saw the saucer placed on the glass of water moved to make it. The ceiling fan was off, the windows were shut. I puzzled. I closed the book and reached to switch off the light. ..

And there on the book shelf , my eyes caught the sight of the reflecting Blue Marble, and the colours inside were spinning around, making it look so nice ...

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Who's the Boss? ...

Who's the Boss? was a television sitcom.

I always found it funny and it is one of the few sit coms I would ever actually sit down to watch. And it's probably the only sit com I ever felt sad to see end. The theme song would actually entice me, make me put away whatever job i would be engaged in then. It was aired for eight seasons from 1984 to 1992.

Some shows have a magic touch!

Tuesday, May 30, 2006


If you go
take all I own,
send me back where I came,
deny my sleep
stop my mind
take out my eyes,
take away my ears,
stop my worthless lungs
end my time.

Monday, May 29, 2006

Feel this

A quick Hello to all my blogreaders.

Feel this and think,

Kindness is the language that the blind can see and the deaf can hear.