smile

hello all.

i’m aware that i’ve not been updating my blog, and as much as you do, i hate this too.

but exams, internship, and many things have kept me occupied.

so i can’t promise you frequent updates as of now, but sometime, i’m sure i’ll be blogging again regularly

for now, here’s a short poem 🙂


Smile.

Smiling is infectious,
You catch it like the flu,
When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too.
I passed around the corner,
And someone saw my grin,
When he smiled I realized,
I’d passed it on to him.
I thought about that smile,
Then realized its worth,
A single smile, just like mine,
Could travel round the earth.
So, if you feel a smile begin,
Don’t leave it undetected.
Let’s start an epidemic quick,
And get the world infected!!

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myself

taken from faceBookk notes of my friend
Kanuri Srikanth


Myself

I have to live with myself and so,
I want to be fit for myself to know.

I want to be able as days go by,
always to look myself straight in the eye.

I don’t want to stand with the setting sun,
and hate myself for the things I have done.

I don’t want to keep on a closet shelf,
a lot of secrets about myself.

and fool myself as I come and go,
into thinking no one else will ever know.

the kind of person I really am,
I don’t want to dress up myself in sham.

I want to go out with my head erect
I want to deserve all men’s respect.

but here in the struggle for fame and wealth,
I want to be able to like myself.

I don’t want to look at myself and know,
I am bluster and bluff and empty show.

I never can hide myself from me,
I see what others may never see.

I know what others may never know,
I never can fool myself and so.

whatever happens I want to be
self respecting and conscience free.

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highway109


highway109

A drunk man in an Oldsmobile,

They said had run the light.

That caused the six car pileup,

On 109 that night.

When broken bodies lay about,

And blood was everywhere,

The sirens screamed out eulogies,

For death was in the air.

A mother, trapped inside her car,

Was heard above the noise,

Her plaintive plea near split the air,

Oh, God, please spare my boys!” 

She fought to loose her pinned hands,

She struggled to get free,

But mangled metal held her fast,

In grim captivity.

Her frightened eyes then focused,

On where the back seat once had been,

But all she saw was broken glass and,

Two children’s seats crushed in.

Her twins were nowhere to be seen,

She did not hear them cry,

And then she prayed they’d been thrown free,

Oh, God, don’t let them die!” 

Then firemen came and cut her loose,

But when they searched the back,

They found therein no little boys,

But the seat belts were intact. 

They thought the woman had gone mad,

And was traveling alone,

But when they turned to question her,

They discovered she was gone. 

Policemen saw her running wild,

And screaming above the noise,

In beseeching supplication,

Please help me find my boys! 

They’re four years old and wear blue shirts,

Their jeans are blue to match.”

One cop spoke up, “They’re in my car,

And they don’t have a scratch.

They said their daddy put them there,

And gave them each a cone,

Then told them both to wait for Mom,

To come and take them home. 

I’ve searched the area high and low,

But I can’t find their dad,

He must have fled the scene,

I guess, and that is very bad.” 

The mother hugged the twins and said,

While wiping at a tear,

“He could not flee the scene, you see,

For he’s been dead a year.” 

The cop just looked confused and asked,

“Now, how can that be true?”

The boys said, “Mommy, Daddy came,

And left a kiss for you.” 

He told us not to worry,

And that you would be all right,

And then he put us in this car with,

The pretty, flashing light.

But, We wanted him to stay with us,

Because we miss him so,

But Mommy, he just hugged us tight,

And said he had to go. 

He said someday we’d understand,

And told us not to fuss,

And he said to tell you, Mommy,

He’s watching over us.” 

The mother knew without a doubt,

That what they spoke was true,

For she recalled their dad’s last words,

“I will watch over you.” 

The firemen’s notes could not explain,

The twisted, mangled car,

And how the three of them escaped,

Without a single scar.

But on the cop’s report was scribed,

In print so very fine,

An angel walked the beat tonight,

On Highway 109.  

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common wealth games in india, a different prospective.

generally, i’m not very much interested in sports, and for me, to write on a topic i’m not very much into, is strange for me to blog about.
yet, as this blog collects all thoughts, ideas and articles by me or some other authors, and which i find worth sharing, are posted here, here is the new post about CWG in india.

THE UNDERAGE OPTIMIST
            –CHETAN BHAGAT

            I am not going to harp on about how messed up the Commonwealth Games are. Enough has been written. The CWG 2010 is, by far, the biggest and
most blatant, exercise in corruption in independent India’s history. Not only have they stolen public money, they’ve made a mess of the job at hand. Delhi
is dug up and the official anthem (and ringtone) of the Games should be the neverending sound of drilling. If you worry about whether or not the work will
finish on time, imagine the plight of Delhi’s residents after the Games. The dug-up roads will never be repaired; the potholes will remain as souvenirs,
symbolic of the great daylight robbery of 2010.

  Posturing, something this government has a PhD in, is in full progress. Enquiry reports, vague statements, tossing responsibility from one person to the
other will continue, until the Games are over. After that, fingers crossed, people will forget. Bollywood stars will do the closing ceremony and the entertainment
provided will somewhat compensate for the loot-fest.

In the middle of all this, there will be propaganda campaigns to ‘save India’s image’ and get the Games done somehow. People will be expected to support
the event – after all, the pride of India is at stake. The great Indian youth will be called upon to fill stadiums and add energy to the event.

Usually corruption issues are local in nature and they never really get the national traction or resonance that these Games have offered.                

The CWG is an amazing opportunity because all Indians have been robbed at the same time. Add to that the fact that the government is desperate to save face.
Now is when we can get them. And the way to do it is simply what the father of our nation pioneered in his time — noncooperation. Yes, and i’ve deliberated
long before saying this — do not watch these Games. Do not go to the venues. Do not watch them on TV. You cannot become a cheerleader to an exercise in
cheating. The Indian people have been exploited enough, but to expect us to smile through it is a bit much. If they can walk out of Parliament, we can
walk out of stadiums.

 Some might say, shouldn’t we support the Games on account of our country’s pride? The word ‘pride’ reminds me of a little story. When i was a child, our
neighbours were a violent man and his battered wife. The woman would cover her bruise marks with make-up, suffering silently. Whenever we visited them,
the couple presented the perfect picture of a happy couple. She even praised her husband. I asked my mother why the woman behaved in that way and didn’t
expose her husband to show him in his true colours. My mother told me it doesn’t look nice to portray an unhappy home. She has to save the family pride.
Over time, the bruises turned to fractures, and the fractures became near-fatal injuries. Until one day, police cars and ambulances came in and took both
husband and wife away respectively.

Yes, such is Indian culture. We are ready to cover up injustice on account of a fake sense of honour that needs to show everything is in order. In the case
of the CWG, the organizers are the oppressive husband, the Indian people the battered wife. But modern Indian wives do not stay silent and suffering anymore.

Just as Gandhiji figured, the oppressor can oppress us; it cannot make us cooperate. Brand ambassadors lending their names to these Games should think twice
before lending their image to cover up corruption. The foreign media could present the full picture, namely that it is not the Indian people’s fault, it
is a bunch of losers who didn’t think twice before looting the coffers of a poor country. The foreign media could use the situation to explain why India
doesn’t win Olympic medals — not because we don’t have the talent but because people who run sports would rather stuff their pockets with stolen gold than
help their country win a gold medal.

And if the ruling party wants to get out of this mess, there is only one way. No, it isn’t to execute the Games well — nobody cares about the silly Commonwealth
club anyway. The only way to get out of this is to punish the people who did it, irrespective of their stature, and punish them hard. Use this as an opportunity
to kill corruption, not to put on a grand, fake show. Otherwise, those holes you are digging in Delhi will be nothing but your political graves. People
in India tolerate a lot, but when they get upset, they cause upset. Fix the mess, or the Indian people will soon be telling you — game over.   

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married the right person?

i found this very interesting article while randomly browsing internet, and thought of sharing it with you all.
though the speech/tone seems monotonous and boring, it does have deep meaning between the lines.
do read entirely.
warm regards to all readers 🙂


married the right person?

During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question. She said, ‘How do I know if I married the right person?’ I noticed that there was a large man
sitting next to her so I said, ‘It depends. Is that your husband?’

In all seriousness, she answered ‘How do you know?’

Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it’s weighing on your mind. Here’s the answer.

EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with your spouse. You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked their idiosyncrasies.

Falling in love with your spouse wasn’t hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn’t have to DO anything. That’s why
it’s called ‘falling’ in love… Because it’s happening TO YOU. People in love sometimes say, ‘I was swept off my feet’. Think about the imagery of that
expression. It implies that you were just standing there doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU. Falling in love is easy. It’s
a passive and spontaneous experience.

But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades. It’s the natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother
(if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (whenever that happens), and your spouse’s idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts. The
symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage
when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.

At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, ‘Did I marry the right person?’ And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love
you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when marriages breakdown. People blame the spouse for their unhappiness
and look outside their marriage for fulfillment.

Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work, church, a hobby, a friendship,
excessive TV, or abusive substances.

But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. It lies within it. I’m not saying that you couldn’t fall in love with someone else. You
could. And TEMPORARILY you’d feel better. But you’d be in the same situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this):

THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON; IT’S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND.

SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It’ll NEVER just happen to you. You can’t ‘find’ LASTING love. You have to ‘make’ it, day in
and day out! . That’s why we have the expression ‘the labor of love.’

Because it takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it takes WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work.

Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage. Just
as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise program makes
you physically stronger, certain habits in your relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It’s a direct cause and effect. If you know and apply the
laws, the results are predictable…You can ‘make’ love happen.

Love in marriage is a DECISION . . . .

. . . . Not just a feeling.

(Contributed by Ms.Annie Panag)

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Top of the tree

One day a group of boys,

Decided to have a race.

They chose to climb a great big tree,

And set off at a pace.

The rest of their friends gathered,

To see the boys at play.

They talked about it to themselves,

“Will they make it?” “No way!”

They called up to the children,

“You’ll never make it up that tree”.

But the boys just kept on climbing,

And said “just watch and you will see.”

But the others, how they shouted

And thought the boys tried to ignore.

They began to drop out one by one,

Another, another and then more.

But one boy kept on climbing,

And made it to the top of the tree.

He never lost faith but believed in himself,

And said “this won’t defeat me.”

The others were quite amazed,

At the squirrel at the top of the tree.

“How on earth did he do it?” they said,

“Well”, said one, “he’s completely deaf, you see.”

So the motto of this poem is,

You can reach the top of the tree.

Just don’t listen to what others say,

Just believe in yourself and you’ll see!!!

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Must not quit!


must not quit.

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road your trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man.
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup.

And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint on the clouds of doubt,
And you can never tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar.
So, stick to the fight when your hardest hit
It’s when things go wrong that you must not quit.

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