That night I had a weird dream (I am not sure if I should call it weird). GODji came to my dream and chatted with me for quite sometime.
Me - Namaste GODji.
GODji – Bless you son. So how are you?
Me - I am fine.
GODji – Really!! You don’t look fine. You don’t seem to be happy these days. You have stopped smiling also.
Me - Yes GODji. Kuch tension chal rahi hai aaj-kal. You toh know everything naa??
GODji – You are not the first person to have some problems. Problems are an integral part of life. You know it very well. It doesn’t mean that you will stop smiling, stop being happy.
Me - But with all this how can I smile and be happy?
GODji – Just remember one simple thing. Peaceful surroundings cannot create happiness in you. But your happiness can create peaceful surroundings for you and others around you. So live happily, start smiling no matter whatever the situation is. You can never know how much good a simple smile can do.
Me - Ya I understand but……..
GODji – There is no place for if’s and but’s in this. If you will be sad, seeing you the people around you, your loved ones, your friends will feel bad, they will be sad. One should even have the capability to laugh at himself. Those who cannot laugh at themselves leaves the job to be done by others.
Me - (Puzzled)
GODji - The world’s happiest person never gets all the best things around him. He just makes the best of what he gets. And there is no reason for you to be sad. You have always got the best- best family, best education, best buddies.
Me - GODji you know what?? You are right. I have always got the best.
GODji – Ya I know, I am always right. Son, smile and the world smiles with you, laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and the world laughs at you louder.
If you have decided to be happy, no one can stop you and if you have decided to be sad, no one can help you. It’s all in the mind. Time never remains the same. You have got just one life son. You cannot afford to waste it by being sad and unhappy.
THE CHOICE IS YOURS……………….
GODji signs off with this leaving me wondering about it.......
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Saturday, May 9, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Speed thrills, but Kills!
Speed thrills, but Kills! How many times have we read this at the traffic signals and how many times have we ignored it? Have we ever given it a thought? Well I haven’t and I am sure there are many more like me who have never given a shit to it.
I love speed. Whenever I am on bike I feel like a superhero who can do whatever he feels like and I ride fast-very fast. I believe that bikes and cars are meant to be driven fast. I love to drive in a zigzag manner. I just can’t explain how much I enjoy speeding just before the humps and the feeling when bike jumps over them is thoroughly ecstatic. It is a mixture of thrill, excitement and pride that I have done something which generally people cannot do or don’t want to do or don’t have the balls to do. But not any more. Now I am forced to think that what have I gained by riding fast, jumping over the humps?? Confucius says- we don’t understand things when told to us and learn only either from our mistakes or from others; like I did.
It was a fine Tuesday morning. My friend’s cousin took out his dad’s car at 4’o clock in the morning (without his parent’s consent since they were out of town and we guys consider it against our pride to take advice from our sisters) and went out for a stroll. Just like any other adolescent lad he was driving fast. He was with one of his friends. Suddenly a bicycle came in front of him; he tried to evade but couldn’t and hit the bicycle from behind and ran over the man who was riding it. Then while trying to run he hit the car into an electric pole and smashed the wall next to it. His friend suffered major injuries in the head and he had minor bruise. The man on the bicycle died on the spot. He was some 23 years old or so. A life so precious was snuffed in seconds!
Till now I had just read in papers about the hit and run cases but the first time I realized its seriousness was when the same had happened to someone I know. This made me think about the consequences of driving fast. While driving we feel that our pa owes the road and we can drive in whichever manner we feel like. After being aware of this accident I asked myself a few questions which I couldn’t answer. Why do we do all this?? Do we consider driving fast, jumping over the humps or wheeling as our style statement?? Do we drive fast because we love speed, or we do it just to impress girls or is there some other reason behind it?? Do we drive fast to save our time?? Well, I don’t think it could be the reason because anyways we will get stuck at the traffic signals. Ok even if we save some time by driving fast, it doesn’t makes any sense to me because we are taking a huge risk by driving fast which is not at all worth doing. I don’t think driving fast is an act of chivalry anymore; neither will I be getting any award for the valor. I prefer driving slow rather than regretting the follies later in my life.
All I have to say is that I have learned a very big lesson from this and I promise myself to drive slowly, stop jumping the bike over humps and stop ridding in a zigzag way. And just a piece of advice to all. We all have heard this 1000 times and also have ignored it 1000 times - people please drive slowly, follow the traffic rules and don’t drink and drive. You will not gain anything by doing so. Life is short, don’t make it shorter.
Speed is 5 letter word and so is Death.
Slow is 4 letter word and so is Life.
Better late than never.
I love speed. Whenever I am on bike I feel like a superhero who can do whatever he feels like and I ride fast-very fast. I believe that bikes and cars are meant to be driven fast. I love to drive in a zigzag manner. I just can’t explain how much I enjoy speeding just before the humps and the feeling when bike jumps over them is thoroughly ecstatic. It is a mixture of thrill, excitement and pride that I have done something which generally people cannot do or don’t want to do or don’t have the balls to do. But not any more. Now I am forced to think that what have I gained by riding fast, jumping over the humps?? Confucius says- we don’t understand things when told to us and learn only either from our mistakes or from others; like I did.
It was a fine Tuesday morning. My friend’s cousin took out his dad’s car at 4’o clock in the morning (without his parent’s consent since they were out of town and we guys consider it against our pride to take advice from our sisters) and went out for a stroll. Just like any other adolescent lad he was driving fast. He was with one of his friends. Suddenly a bicycle came in front of him; he tried to evade but couldn’t and hit the bicycle from behind and ran over the man who was riding it. Then while trying to run he hit the car into an electric pole and smashed the wall next to it. His friend suffered major injuries in the head and he had minor bruise. The man on the bicycle died on the spot. He was some 23 years old or so. A life so precious was snuffed in seconds!
Till now I had just read in papers about the hit and run cases but the first time I realized its seriousness was when the same had happened to someone I know. This made me think about the consequences of driving fast. While driving we feel that our pa owes the road and we can drive in whichever manner we feel like. After being aware of this accident I asked myself a few questions which I couldn’t answer. Why do we do all this?? Do we consider driving fast, jumping over the humps or wheeling as our style statement?? Do we drive fast because we love speed, or we do it just to impress girls or is there some other reason behind it?? Do we drive fast to save our time?? Well, I don’t think it could be the reason because anyways we will get stuck at the traffic signals. Ok even if we save some time by driving fast, it doesn’t makes any sense to me because we are taking a huge risk by driving fast which is not at all worth doing. I don’t think driving fast is an act of chivalry anymore; neither will I be getting any award for the valor. I prefer driving slow rather than regretting the follies later in my life.
All I have to say is that I have learned a very big lesson from this and I promise myself to drive slowly, stop jumping the bike over humps and stop ridding in a zigzag way. And just a piece of advice to all. We all have heard this 1000 times and also have ignored it 1000 times - people please drive slowly, follow the traffic rules and don’t drink and drive. You will not gain anything by doing so. Life is short, don’t make it shorter.
Speed is 5 letter word and so is Death.
Slow is 4 letter word and so is Life.
Better late than never.
Monday, March 9, 2009
A true Indian....
DISCLAMAIR: This post has been written without any intention of dishonoring anyone living or dead. The author has nothing personal against any individual.
In 2003, as a ‘proud Kannadiga’, he bought back to Karnataka Tipu Sultan’s sword from England for Rs 1.5 crore. Two years later, he put down a million pounds at a Sotheby’s auction in London to purchase some more Tipu’s items. In 2009, as a ‘true Indian’, he bought metal-rimmed glasses, sandals, pocket watch, bowl and plate for $1.8 million in a controversial New York auction.
I am a little confused. I am confused about who a true Indian is? Is it a soldier who gives away his life while fighting for us? Is it a pilot who crashes in the mountains, evading it from crashing into the city, without caring about his own life? Is it a honest taxi driver who returns a bag back to his passengers who had forgotten in his taxi and does not accept any favors in return or is it a poor-hungry man who gives his food to the people who are starving, in spite of the fact that he does not have sufficient food to feed himself and his family. Is it a young girl who along with her friends, goes every month to an orphanage and sponsors a days meal? Or someone who spends crores of rupees to bring back to India, the possessions of someone, who is no more alive ????
The World Bank has estimated that a third of the global poor now reside in India. The planning commission of India has estimated that 27.5% of the population is living below the poverty line. Literacy rate is 61%. There are lakhs of people who have no proper home,living in slums and footpaths. I just can’t understand one thing. When there are so many needy and poor people then why not to help the destitute instead of spending so much money to bring back the belongings of someone; even though that someone is the one because of who we are free today. I am sure that if he had been alive, he would have cried at the situation. And what are we going to do with this stuff?? We will put them in a museum for people to look at it. Spending so much money just for this doesn’t make any sense to me.
I was discussing this with one of my friends. He said it’s his money, his wish. I am no one to say things like this.Yeah right! Who the hell am I to comment on this. But as I said; I am a little confused. I am confused that I have an objection of people calling him a true Indian or his spending his own money in such a way. Is it correct to waste so much money on this when the same can be used for making the country a better place?? May be it is correct because its his own money, may be it is more important to waste crores like this when the same can be doled out to help the needy, may be its just my narrow mindness which is not letting me see the bigger picture, may be its just my mind which doesn't know the meaning of a 'true indian' or may be I should mind my own business as it's his own money. So many may be's.. Aahhhh....I am confused....
P.S: This post has been written in a hurry without any RnD. I have no clue if that ‘true Indian’ is actually involved in any kind of charitable activities. I apologize if I hurt anyones feelings or emotions.
In 2003, as a ‘proud Kannadiga’, he bought back to Karnataka Tipu Sultan’s sword from England for Rs 1.5 crore. Two years later, he put down a million pounds at a Sotheby’s auction in London to purchase some more Tipu’s items. In 2009, as a ‘true Indian’, he bought metal-rimmed glasses, sandals, pocket watch, bowl and plate for $1.8 million in a controversial New York auction.
I am a little confused. I am confused about who a true Indian is? Is it a soldier who gives away his life while fighting for us? Is it a pilot who crashes in the mountains, evading it from crashing into the city, without caring about his own life? Is it a honest taxi driver who returns a bag back to his passengers who had forgotten in his taxi and does not accept any favors in return or is it a poor-hungry man who gives his food to the people who are starving, in spite of the fact that he does not have sufficient food to feed himself and his family. Is it a young girl who along with her friends, goes every month to an orphanage and sponsors a days meal? Or someone who spends crores of rupees to bring back to India, the possessions of someone, who is no more alive ????
The World Bank has estimated that a third of the global poor now reside in India. The planning commission of India has estimated that 27.5% of the population is living below the poverty line. Literacy rate is 61%. There are lakhs of people who have no proper home,living in slums and footpaths. I just can’t understand one thing. When there are so many needy and poor people then why not to help the destitute instead of spending so much money to bring back the belongings of someone; even though that someone is the one because of who we are free today. I am sure that if he had been alive, he would have cried at the situation. And what are we going to do with this stuff?? We will put them in a museum for people to look at it. Spending so much money just for this doesn’t make any sense to me.
I was discussing this with one of my friends. He said it’s his money, his wish. I am no one to say things like this.Yeah right! Who the hell am I to comment on this. But as I said; I am a little confused. I am confused that I have an objection of people calling him a true Indian or his spending his own money in such a way. Is it correct to waste so much money on this when the same can be used for making the country a better place?? May be it is correct because its his own money, may be it is more important to waste crores like this when the same can be doled out to help the needy, may be its just my narrow mindness which is not letting me see the bigger picture, may be its just my mind which doesn't know the meaning of a 'true indian' or may be I should mind my own business as it's his own money. So many may be's.. Aahhhh....I am confused....
P.S: This post has been written in a hurry without any RnD. I have no clue if that ‘true Indian’ is actually involved in any kind of charitable activities. I apologize if I hurt anyones feelings or emotions.
Friday, December 5, 2008
The Precious Stone....
One day a farmer was digging his field to sow the beans. Suddenly he found something in the ground. It was a precious stone. He was very happy and excited in getting something like this. He took it out, finished his work and sat down under the tree to have his lunch. He thought that now he will pay off all his debts and will buy his own field. While he was about to start having his lunch, a man came near him and asked for some food and water. The farmer offered him his food and they both sat down and had lunch together.
Suddenly the man noticed the precious stone with the farmer and asked him about it. The farmer told him how he got it. When he finished, that man said that he is very poor and is under debt and if he sells the stone he can live a comfortable life and thus asked farmer for his stone. To his surprise, the farmer unhesitatingly gave him the stone. He took the stone and went away.
After sometime, that man again visited the farmer. He said “I was lying that day. I am a businessman and when I saw the stone with you I thought that if I can get your stone, I can sell it and put the money into my business. But I was thinking about it all the time. I thought I had taken the most precious thing from you but later I realized that you have something even more precious then this stone. I came back to take that thing from you”.
Hearing this, the farmer went down of his knees and said with folded hands “I don’t have anything more precious then what I gave you. I am just a simple and poor farmer. I gave you all that I had.”
To this, the man said “You have that thing my friend. That thing is within you. I want that thing from you which enabled you to give me such precious stone.”
well well well....What i have just said belongs to the ideal world. But lets talk about the real world where every other person is eyeing on others stuffs and belongings like the businessman but is not ready to give it back, neither there is anyone like the farmer who is ready to give up everything to some stranger. What i am trying to say is that though we cant be like them, still to some extent we can make some difference in this society . Afterall this is our place and we have to clean it and make it good just like our home. But the problem is we don't consider this society as our home. The day we will start doing this, it will be a much better place to live in. Well i can just hope that it will happen one day and wishes that day to come soon........
Suddenly the man noticed the precious stone with the farmer and asked him about it. The farmer told him how he got it. When he finished, that man said that he is very poor and is under debt and if he sells the stone he can live a comfortable life and thus asked farmer for his stone. To his surprise, the farmer unhesitatingly gave him the stone. He took the stone and went away.
After sometime, that man again visited the farmer. He said “I was lying that day. I am a businessman and when I saw the stone with you I thought that if I can get your stone, I can sell it and put the money into my business. But I was thinking about it all the time. I thought I had taken the most precious thing from you but later I realized that you have something even more precious then this stone. I came back to take that thing from you”.
Hearing this, the farmer went down of his knees and said with folded hands “I don’t have anything more precious then what I gave you. I am just a simple and poor farmer. I gave you all that I had.”
To this, the man said “You have that thing my friend. That thing is within you. I want that thing from you which enabled you to give me such precious stone.”
well well well....What i have just said belongs to the ideal world. But lets talk about the real world where every other person is eyeing on others stuffs and belongings like the businessman but is not ready to give it back, neither there is anyone like the farmer who is ready to give up everything to some stranger. What i am trying to say is that though we cant be like them, still to some extent we can make some difference in this society . Afterall this is our place and we have to clean it and make it good just like our home. But the problem is we don't consider this society as our home. The day we will start doing this, it will be a much better place to live in. Well i can just hope that it will happen one day and wishes that day to come soon........
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