my thoughts

There Is A Voice Inside Of You That Whispers All Day Long, I Feel That This Is Right For Me, I Know That This Is Wrong. No Teacher, Preacher, Parent, Friend Or Wise Man Can Decide What's Right For You- Just Listen ToThe Voice That Speaks Inside

A friend provided this wonderful proverb, transalated in English: Immature grains stand tall , whereas fully grown grains bent or bowed down . Can we draw an analogy of this in personal life... like person with immense talent or knowledege with somebody having little knowledge?

Seen Bluffmaster yesterday, maybe seventh time. I love to see this movie again and again, ofcourse for Abhishek Bachan, witty Ritesh Deshmukh and one special reason... this scene at Gateway of India, Boman Irani giving a beautiful lesson of life to Abhishek Bachan. BI starts with the day when he first rode a bicycle his childhood days and the smiles. The day comes again in his life when his daughter is learning to ride the cycle. I love the way his pushes AB, as if he is leaving the bicycle. BI to AB: “Tumhe aise kitne din yaad hai Roy, Your first job, pehla suit, pehli salary? Jab tumne ek ladki ko pehli baar chooa? Jab pehli baar tumhara dil dhadka. 30 saal ki Zindagi mein aise kitne din hain jo tumhe yaad hain - 1, 2, 3 , 5 , 10 , 15, 30… 30 din hain na? 30 saal ki zindagi aur bas 30 din... baaki ke dino ka kya hua Roy?" and you wonder how many days can you remember?

Just felt like sharing this... It was a chapter in my English This story is narrated by the author about his friend's thought process. Quite interesting.. although I don't remember much, but I remember the crux of it.. hope can give the due respect to the author. So here it goes: The author and his friend are travelling through bustling crowded city through a taxi. As can be expected in such crowded city, there was lot of traffic jams on their way, jumping signals, overtaking cars, rash driving and what more... the driver too loosing his patience. Finally, they arrive at their destination. While paying the driver his fare, the friend said, "Thank you, you did a good job". And the driver had a small smile Stunned by the statement, the author asked, "Why was such statement, it wasn't a fairy ride?" The friend simply replied, " I was making his day". "Making his day?, what do you mean by that?" asked the inquisitive author. Here is the b

Ever experience the pleasure of any wish, a small dream, getting fulfilled without any effort, any planning, unexpected, out of the browns (Well I know the correct phrase is out of the blues ). Description of this feeling fall short of words. I recently experienced, my one such dream come true and I lived that moments to the fullest. Thanks to a dear friend, his wife and my husband for making, although unknowingly, making it true for me!!!

I believe in miracles because I do believe in prayers I believe in prayers because I believe in that supreme authority I believe in that supreme authority since (s)he believes in me I believe in myself because I believe in the powers of positive thinking I believe in positive thinking because I have seen miracles working with it.

You are in a different country when: You wish your family and friends with festival greetings on email instead of wishing with a warm hug and gulal. You end up having message especially google searched and typed with colourful text and an added picture. You are in a different country when: Your messages to your friend or family are returned with the same email by just changing names. You are in a different country when: You wish festival greetings on email to your colleague (who belongs to the same country) right next to you. Doesn’t bother to shake hands and exchange sweets. Its strange, but we still do that…

Called “bodies” in the organization, and are easily replaceable with a similar experience “fool” freely available in the market. Sounds cynical statement, but thats the cruel reality. Like me, many others do face this problem, although the quantum may vary. Every morning, I wake up like a three year old not wanting to go to work today, desperately counting days for the weekend. Every evening just want to rush back to home. Reason: Lack of human touch by my present employer. ( This wasn’t true for my past employment ) It isn’t the free lodging boarding or ready made cooked food makes me rushed to my home ( instead I do all the household chores by myself ) but the warmth of the relationship attracts me to run to my home. There is no fun with work, only deadlines and pressures, poor employee recognition, longer hours and stressed lifestyle. Work could be have fun if the bosses have thought of us being more than bodies, given a human touch to the relationship rather then being formal. The

Few lines from one of the first poems i wrote: Never returns the past, no one know the future its today in your hands to make your life structure...

Sharing my envious feeling for two jobs... Music all the way... I had a meeting at Taj in Bombay. After the meeting, when I was passing through the lobby, I saw a man playing a piano. I sat there for a while enjoying the music. He was playing awesome to entertain his customer. He was enjoying his work and was visible in his music. Perhaps, he loved his job (and who wouldn't love such job?).. Well I am not jealous of him, as I cant play any musical instruments, but I am jealous of being in the job he would love to do most. Let the flowers bloom... At ICICI Towers, the lobbies on each floor has series of pots of small plants. Everyday, throug h that glass partition I see this man.. watering the plants, cleaning the pot, cutting some dead leaves... basically gardening. I envy him, since gardening is one of my hobby and I didn't have enough time to pursue it. I always wonder, till date, why I envy these men's jobs... Even, I would like to do a job, which satisfies me to the co