On Dussehra, I went to my brother's place. It was quite an enjoyful experience. Would like to narrate one small incident which happened in the midst of all the hue and cry. We all went to Ayyappa temple on the occasion of Dussehra to get the much needed and never-ending yearning of blessings.
After paying our homages to the God, we went straight or rather our bikes paved itself to the Idli-Dosa stall nearby. We ordered masala dosas and were engulfed into tasting the yummy-crispy food in our plates. Just then this guy came and ordered for himself the same menu as was ours. Nothing unusual uptil now.
Here comes a lady who was begging for some alms. She went to this guy asking for some favours and without a hesitation guess-what this guy did. He asked her as to whether she wants something to eat. She said she wanted to have some vada-sambar. He promptly gave the order and gave the vada-sambar plate to the lady.
That was quite a different aspect of helping street beggars. In this way, you feel happy and the receiver is also happy. Had it been a child (God forbid) then giving a small chocolate to him/her would be the best thing you would feel about yourself. Its just a way of taking things in a different way. If you really wanna help, give them something to remember or something to cherish....you may never know it could bring the much needed smile to their lips and the best part -- it would bring smile to your lips....think about it and try it
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Underestimate At Your Own Risk
A lady, in a faded gingham dress and her husband, in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the Boston train. They were to meet the President of Harvard University. When they reached the venue, by seeing their simple attire, the secretary was in a dilemma as to whether she should pave them in to meet her boss.
For hours the secretary ignored them but their determination of not-to-budge-until-meet-the-President attitude finally took them inside the The Cabin. The President obviously was not entertained by seeing them in such a simple and un-sophisticated look but gave them some time to listen to their say.
The parents had a son who had attended Harvard for 1 year. But was accidentally killed in a mishap. As as he was very happy during his short stay in Harvard, so they wanted to erect a memorial to him, somewhere on the campus.
The President was shocked. And said "We can’t put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery.” The lady said "Oh no, we were thinking of giving a building to Harvard in his memory". The President rolled his eyes and said "“A building! Do you have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have overseven and a half million dollars in the physical buildings here at Harvard.” The lady turned to her husband and said quietly, “Is that all itcosts to start a university? Why don’t we just start our own?”Her husband nodded.
Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford got up and walked away traveling to California where they established the memorial of their son and you guessed it right...it is Stanford University.
For hours the secretary ignored them but their determination of not-to-budge-until-meet-the-President attitude finally took them inside the The Cabin. The President obviously was not entertained by seeing them in such a simple and un-sophisticated look but gave them some time to listen to their say.
The parents had a son who had attended Harvard for 1 year. But was accidentally killed in a mishap. As as he was very happy during his short stay in Harvard, so they wanted to erect a memorial to him, somewhere on the campus.
The President was shocked. And said "We can’t put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery.” The lady said "Oh no, we were thinking of giving a building to Harvard in his memory". The President rolled his eyes and said "“A building! Do you have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have overseven and a half million dollars in the physical buildings here at Harvard.” The lady turned to her husband and said quietly, “Is that all itcosts to start a university? Why don’t we just start our own?”Her husband nodded.
Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford got up and walked away traveling to California where they established the memorial of their son and you guessed it right...it is Stanford University.
The authenticity of this story is still debated but whether fake or real, it indeed is a good story for us to consider that no matter how small or insignificant a person may look like or be in his nature, Never ever can anyone in this universe estimate the true self of simplicity. For if you do so you would end up surprising yourself more often than not.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Carrying Things In Paradise
Sometimes, we carry things for more time than we should. Quite a simple story to illustrate this:
Two traveling monks reached a river where they met a young woman. Wary of the current, she asked if they could carry her across. One of the monks hesitated, but the other quickly picked her up onto his shoulders, transported her across the water, and put her down on the other bank. She thanked him and departed.
As the monks continued on their way, the one was brooding and preoccupied. Unable to hold his silence, he spoke out. "Brother, our spiritual training teaches us to avoid any contact with women, but you picked that one up on your shoulders and carried her!"
"Brother," the second monk replied, "I set her down on the other side, while you are still carrying her."
You see the woman could be replaced by virtually anything in this world ---- all depending on the way we take and perceive things. We have our own way of living life. Now the main thing which I am trying to stress is as to how much time we keep less-important things in our paradise(Our Mind) and for how long. Because the more we keep it, the more we delve into unnecessary chasms of irregularities
Two traveling monks reached a river where they met a young woman. Wary of the current, she asked if they could carry her across. One of the monks hesitated, but the other quickly picked her up onto his shoulders, transported her across the water, and put her down on the other bank. She thanked him and departed.
As the monks continued on their way, the one was brooding and preoccupied. Unable to hold his silence, he spoke out. "Brother, our spiritual training teaches us to avoid any contact with women, but you picked that one up on your shoulders and carried her!"
"Brother," the second monk replied, "I set her down on the other side, while you are still carrying her."
You see the woman could be replaced by virtually anything in this world ---- all depending on the way we take and perceive things. We have our own way of living life. Now the main thing which I am trying to stress is as to how much time we keep less-important things in our paradise(Our Mind) and for how long. Because the more we keep it, the more we delve into unnecessary chasms of irregularities
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Just Another Unbelievable Story
We all love commentaries...be it cricket or football or tennis (they are the livewires who makes our adrenaline rush to its allowed limits though it often crosses while watching).....the likes of geoffrey boycott, harsha bhogle are many....and we have Dean du plessis.
Now who on earth is this guy --- I am quite sure that until today you would have joined me on the whereabouts of this hitherto anonymous name. This guy is a superb and brilliant commentator, he is one of his genre....the way he comments with precision and accuracy about the ongoing live cricket war on field is unbelievable.....the last word is not a typo because--- he is blind
Dean du plessis - a Zimbabawean commentator is all about self-belief and what it could do to your inner self. Wired up to the stump microphones, he can tell who is bowling from the footfalls and grunts, a medium or fast delivery by the length of time between the bowler's foot coming down and the impact of the ball on the pitch. He picks up a yorker from the sound of the bat rumming down on the ball, can tell whether the ball is in on-side or off-side and when it has hit pad rather than bat.
He cant deliver bowl by ball passage but works with the anchor. He has already shared the podium with Ravi Shastri, Geofrey Boycott, Tony Cozier and Bruce Yardley. This is quite an ardent display of believing what you are and to pursue your dream to the end and keeping that come-what-may-i-will-damn-reach-the goal attitude. Time to look inside us and rejuvenate those latent or made latent dreams to prop up and see the light of the day with some never to die vigors.
Now who on earth is this guy --- I am quite sure that until today you would have joined me on the whereabouts of this hitherto anonymous name. This guy is a superb and brilliant commentator, he is one of his genre....the way he comments with precision and accuracy about the ongoing live cricket war on field is unbelievable.....the last word is not a typo because--- he is blind
Dean du plessis - a Zimbabawean commentator is all about self-belief and what it could do to your inner self. Wired up to the stump microphones, he can tell who is bowling from the footfalls and grunts, a medium or fast delivery by the length of time between the bowler's foot coming down and the impact of the ball on the pitch. He picks up a yorker from the sound of the bat rumming down on the ball, can tell whether the ball is in on-side or off-side and when it has hit pad rather than bat.
He cant deliver bowl by ball passage but works with the anchor. He has already shared the podium with Ravi Shastri, Geofrey Boycott, Tony Cozier and Bruce Yardley. This is quite an ardent display of believing what you are and to pursue your dream to the end and keeping that come-what-may-i-will-damn-reach-the goal attitude. Time to look inside us and rejuvenate those latent or made latent dreams to prop up and see the light of the day with some never to die vigors.
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