Once out they joined a crowd of apparently crazy people bustling about in a mad rush and after long minutes of walking into the dark they reached two handsome buildings but their destination was neither. What they searched for was the dark gully between them. Only after they entered what they considered safe sanctuary did he plant Doron back to the earth and then said hastily,
“Son, we have come to the final stages of the game everybody else has been caught only the two of us remain. All the people you see out there are searching for us I don’t want us to lose if we stay till tomorrow untouched then we win and the two of us will be gifted dearly for our victory. I only want you to cooperate, you stay here till I come back ill try to go and sort out things with my friends. You dare not step out of this place. Do you follow me?”
“Papa what is the gift?”
“That you will find out soon.”
An abrupt silence fell which Tate took to be a response of conformity from his son, he then tucked the toddler in his cloak and left him all alone to face a cruel world awaiting him beyond this dark corner. Doron while wondering about the gift suddenly recognized the menorah embroidered on his father’s cloak, it was a cloak his mother had gifted Tate on Hanukah.
The only company Doron now had was the queer darkness and his mother’s memories, she was angelic being, her beauty panoramic. The perfect face with all its features at its place and of the correct shape and size, Mame Caesar could be cited as an example of flawless beauty.
Her enigmatic eyes were like stars twinkling over a perfect landscape of rosy cheeks formed under the influence of high cheek bones and terribly soft yet beautifully shaped lips; it all looked like a landscape proud of its beauty and uniqueness. To add a final touch a river of golden tresses flew above all other geographic wonders, one which no bard could possibly describe. This made the tired soul fall asleep.
Soon the darkness of the night faded away and the soundless morning took its place. Now that Doron’s hearing abilities betrayed his capability to hear any human he decided to pack up and to go out in search of his father.
Once again enthusiasm ran in his blood and he set out in search of his father but no sooner had he left that lady luck decided to turn her face away from him and he discovered what he least expected.
To his horror he now found lay before him frozen due to lifelessness the dead rigid body of his father. His overwhelmed body now felt writhing agony torture it, he could see no one to share his misery with so he consoled himself but to no avail. His melancholy grew when the thought came to him that they were perhaps the winner of the game.
They had won but he had lost…….
* * *
After a series of sobs and long minutes spent in prayers and confessions Doron made whatever little and futile effort to pay homage to his departed father and returned to his journey. He now had only one aim, to avenge his father’s death and after he did so he wished to have a peaceful and unlamented journey to his father so that the angels there would welcome him with as much respect his father had claimed for before entering the void.
Amidst the sea of emotion he overlooked the fact that there was a deadly silence that prevailed over the great market square of the Ghetto until a sudden siren followed by a deafening explosion caught him off-guard. On releasing his hands from over his eyes he realised that the southern flank of the fortified city was now rubble and pebble and its cause now advanced on him with rapid speed, it was a tanker and he would never be able to escape it unless he surrendered.
So he stood there, fear and anger surging within him he could no longer maintain his breath and started panting in panic. But unexpectedly the tanker now gave an abrupt pause to its motion and waited patiently for Doron to run away to safety but to its disappointment he didn’t budge at all. After a minute or so, a fair and serious face rose out from the war van that chuckled softly after seeing the size of its contender. The man looked mean but his face softened when he began to speak,
“Boy! What do you do here? This isn’t a place to play about…. What’s your name?”
“Doron”, “Ah! A Yiddish name….the gifted …eh”
“No.”
“Oh don’t bother I’m just a friend we’re the allies and we’re here to free you and your Jewish friends form the tyrant.” Then the conversation came to an abrupt silence and Doron kept a stern and proud temperament. This made the soldier admire him as the two examined each other with cautious eyes.
“You have anyone here?”
“No, everyone has left my family’s dead and I’m the only one left here.”
“Oh I’m sorry I regret their absence.”
And then peace fell in their exchange for sometimes as both hesitated to continue. And then,
“So, what say you want to come with us?”
Doron couldn’t have signified his consent any better, a smile now filled Doron’s face and he ran across to the tanker. The soldier shouted “we have company.” And lent a hand to the youngster and soon they set for their journey. Doron was now free from care there was no danger for him but the tyrant himself, indeed he was with the greatest power in the war the world had ever seen. They rode past many a landscape to be appreciated and then through a field which to his surprise was filled with people dressed like his father, in grey shirts and pants and recognised a few of them too then to his amazement he spotted his mothers face amidst the many which surrounded it. He again felt the same thrill grip him. He could only now see his mother very clearly and knew it was too real to be his imagination so he freed himself from the soldier’s grasp with a hard tug and jumped off the tank.
What would have been a fatal and gruesome demise was now inhibited by a huge pile of grass. The world had never seen a boy so blithe, ignoring the shouts from the soldier he ran across to his mother in an inhuman speed and then shouted to his heart’s content,
“Mutter!”
And she with a number of other women looked at him and then Mame herself started running towards the kid and shouted out in profound happiness “Doron!”
“My little cub I love you.”
“So do I mutter!”
And then an unspoken exchange took place as the woman lifted Doron onto her shoulder and started dancing showing her mad delight.
Tears of happiness rolled down the boys pink cheeks as he learned that day that his gift was his mother…..
* * *
Monday, March 23, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
THE GIFT(chapter 1)
My version of the story of the movie-'Life is Beautiful' in three parts
(got nominated and bagged the Oscar for best foreign film in its time)
He slid through the shadows of darkness, the darkness of his fear, his anxiety augmenting in his five-year-old heart, through clouds of acrid smelling smoke and arches of the renowned Ghetto of Warsaw over which floated a tense and confusing atmosphere.
This was what he did as every last one of his kith and kin was being deported to the Disinfection Chamber, which was a slight fortification to the much harsher ‘Gas Chamber’.
But, he continued his search, the destination of which was his father Tate Caesar.
It was only round the corner when he was surrounded by the crowd of mortals moving haywire with fear and hesitation, like helpless fowl doomed to meet a merciless end.
Setting apart his sudden rush of emotions, under his father’s advice, that one shouldn’t let his feelings overcome his determination and goal, he peered into the human mass intent to find his mentor’s bright face. After a few moments of futile effort he spotted a yard away from him, what he sought.
His eyes lit up with a strange wave of elation which now washed over the rest of him. Though it was the twelfth time in this month that he had visited his father, Doron Caesar felt warm blood run through his veins yet again, for his father was the only family, the existence of which he was aware of after Hitler decided to seclude the Jews from the rest of the society and torture them to death. Unfortunately, their family was an easy target.
He assembled himself and sprang onto his father’s shoulder, though he had a slight weight his unexpected jumping made his father shake up in a frightened manner. He then shouted in pure happiness,
“Doron! I’ve been missing you my little cub. Whatever are you doing here? Wasn’t I supposed to……”
“Oh no papa I just couldn’t wait any longer.”
“Happy birthday son, may god bless you and may you live upto a hearty age.”
“Thank you papa”. “Now boy, what do you desire?”
“Oh papa, my only wish is to stay with you for a day or two.”
“So be it then.”
“….but papa, what of the game?” “That we shall see later”.
Doron then ignored his thought that, the soldiers would catch them and they would lose their game of ‘Hide-n-Seek’
And chose to find pleasure in whatever happened, he was happy to limitless limits and in all his zeal and zest somersaulted over bare platforms and ducked down whenever necessary to deceive egregious eyes and then secretively reached a large building, a part of which was shabbily painted whereas the rest remained a humble abode to the conspicuous green layers of moss.
After entering through a low entrance they reached what seemed to Doron a mountain of bunk beds. They then walked upto the large rows of shelf-like beds and then with the company of Tate’s endless words of advice and precaution, which he had learned almost every time he visited his father, they began climbing the various rows one-by-one vigilantly, to the sixth row of bunk beds.
What succeeded this was unadulterated happiness, fun and merry making and it was to their unawareness that this bliss put them both to a deep spell of sleep until they heard a siren nearby screaming to the peak of its pitch. Tate woke up first, so did Doron to his quick succession. Confused too much after waking up from soothing sleep Tate fell down two levels of beds onto the floor, gathered consciousness and then walked across the room to the window after peering through the bare hole which took place of the fancy ones that the other stately buildings flanked, he shuffled back to the bed where now Doron now waited for an explanation from his fathers tense and weary self, who put on his cloak and dressed Doron in black shorts and a green sweater then lifted him onto his shoulder and then rushed out of the low door ducking down not to hurt the boy.
* * *
(got nominated and bagged the Oscar for best foreign film in its time)
He slid through the shadows of darkness, the darkness of his fear, his anxiety augmenting in his five-year-old heart, through clouds of acrid smelling smoke and arches of the renowned Ghetto of Warsaw over which floated a tense and confusing atmosphere.
This was what he did as every last one of his kith and kin was being deported to the Disinfection Chamber, which was a slight fortification to the much harsher ‘Gas Chamber’.
But, he continued his search, the destination of which was his father Tate Caesar.
It was only round the corner when he was surrounded by the crowd of mortals moving haywire with fear and hesitation, like helpless fowl doomed to meet a merciless end.
Setting apart his sudden rush of emotions, under his father’s advice, that one shouldn’t let his feelings overcome his determination and goal, he peered into the human mass intent to find his mentor’s bright face. After a few moments of futile effort he spotted a yard away from him, what he sought.
His eyes lit up with a strange wave of elation which now washed over the rest of him. Though it was the twelfth time in this month that he had visited his father, Doron Caesar felt warm blood run through his veins yet again, for his father was the only family, the existence of which he was aware of after Hitler decided to seclude the Jews from the rest of the society and torture them to death. Unfortunately, their family was an easy target.
He assembled himself and sprang onto his father’s shoulder, though he had a slight weight his unexpected jumping made his father shake up in a frightened manner. He then shouted in pure happiness,
“Doron! I’ve been missing you my little cub. Whatever are you doing here? Wasn’t I supposed to……”
“Oh no papa I just couldn’t wait any longer.”
“Happy birthday son, may god bless you and may you live upto a hearty age.”
“Thank you papa”. “Now boy, what do you desire?”
“Oh papa, my only wish is to stay with you for a day or two.”
“So be it then.”
“….but papa, what of the game?” “That we shall see later”.
Doron then ignored his thought that, the soldiers would catch them and they would lose their game of ‘Hide-n-Seek’
And chose to find pleasure in whatever happened, he was happy to limitless limits and in all his zeal and zest somersaulted over bare platforms and ducked down whenever necessary to deceive egregious eyes and then secretively reached a large building, a part of which was shabbily painted whereas the rest remained a humble abode to the conspicuous green layers of moss.
After entering through a low entrance they reached what seemed to Doron a mountain of bunk beds. They then walked upto the large rows of shelf-like beds and then with the company of Tate’s endless words of advice and precaution, which he had learned almost every time he visited his father, they began climbing the various rows one-by-one vigilantly, to the sixth row of bunk beds.
What succeeded this was unadulterated happiness, fun and merry making and it was to their unawareness that this bliss put them both to a deep spell of sleep until they heard a siren nearby screaming to the peak of its pitch. Tate woke up first, so did Doron to his quick succession. Confused too much after waking up from soothing sleep Tate fell down two levels of beds onto the floor, gathered consciousness and then walked across the room to the window after peering through the bare hole which took place of the fancy ones that the other stately buildings flanked, he shuffled back to the bed where now Doron now waited for an explanation from his fathers tense and weary self, who put on his cloak and dressed Doron in black shorts and a green sweater then lifted him onto his shoulder and then rushed out of the low door ducking down not to hurt the boy.
* * *
My G.S. Project
(Since I didn't receive any evaluation so here I write for you to grade me>>>
E,A+,A,B+,B,C+,C,D+,D
Do give your valuable input!)
I change myself I change the world.
Hiroshima and Nagasaki (1945), Global warming (1900), Russia – Georgia conflict (2008), Israel- Gaza war (2008), Mumbai terror siege (2008), Mumbai serial blasts (1993)……
Are all my fault.
I am the youth, ever so late-learning, ignorant, headstrong, argumentative and hypocritical. Therefore I am to blame.
Every time I litter, doze-off with the T.V. on, ride my motorcycle for mere show off, bathe myself with deodorant, scoff at a non A.C. bus, criticize the government yet make no effort to change it, forget to vote and much more. I kill another tree, imperil my kind furthermore, murder another Georgian or Israeli, invite another terrorist and ruin mother nature who has forever nurtured. I am the culprit and I only who can shut this Pandora’s box.
Let me battle and fight, raze everything off the surface of the earth and then muse in retrospect, about mine evil commitments. For it is me who dons the virtue of a rhino unless time rips it off me skin.
I cannot remember when last I used a dust-bin. Maybe, on the environment day but you must understand that I haven’t any choice, my life is fast and I’d rather save those few seconds to earn some money instead of walking to the disposal.
I cut a tree every year for Christmas, it’s a ball! But little do I notice the diminishing snowfall or the hotter sun.
Most say, humans will learn but only at the brink of annihilation. I shall too, and until then remain blissfully ignorant of mother earth getting ravaged, every passing hour. If I must, I will blame the world and vow to change, all so superficially. But when it comes to changing myself I shall not budge, I love myself a little too much!
-Kinshuk
It is a pity how the world is turning out today. How fresh minds are molded into such immoral contraptions and so efficiently that it seldom changes. It is as well said, ‘a world of cut-throat competition’. Everybody sets off on their path to make a difference at the earliest. However the only difference they create is to the environment, that too a pitiable one. They want to change the world in lieu of recognition but little do they realize that
‘The best preacher is most often the best follower.’ Their blood boils with anger at indifference and yet they do not realize that it is at their fault that nobody follows, one must be the best example of his/her own principles to make others believe in them. At this point we may consider a story, quite well known but simply a reiteration.
Mahatma Gandhi, the father of our nation, an august personality himself, at the peak of his struggle for Swaraj, became a common counsel to the distressed and oppressed Indians. So he was, for a middle class wife of a Gujrati merchant, she came to him with a unique request. Her ten year old son had developed a persistent habit of eating sweets in large quantities, it had already taken a toll on his health a few times earlier, but as he grew his hunger did too. She asked him for a solution as though he were some sort of magician. He asked her to return after a few days, however when the woman returned she received the same reply. This went on for two more times, until she visited him for the 4th time. Gandhi then told her son with much satisfaction, to stop eating sweets as it would affect his health, adversely. When asked why he gave this suggestion to the boy he confessed that he too was fond of sweets and preaching others its ills would be blatant hypocrisy. She got her answer and went back home an enlightened mother.
It is thus said most rightly that changing a person is as difficult as changing a habit but changing a world of humans is as good as changing oneself. In this context it is only appropriate to discuss another example.
There once lived a young man who was determined to change the world in his twenties. “ All is not well with the world let me change it” said he. He tried repeatedly but failed, in his forties however he learned that he cannot change the world. So he said, “If I can’t change the world, let me at least change my country.” He tries yet again till his sixties but fails. Upon realization of his inability he says, “If not my country let me at least change my village.” Once again trial precedes defeat and he concludes, “In my eighties let me at least change my family.” Once more he tries but fails. Finally in his nineties he says, “In my deathbed I can’t even change my family let me at least change myself.” But behold the angel of death was knocking at the door saying his time was up. As he was dying he said, “If and only if I had tried to change myself first, there would have been at least one changed man.”
On an introspective note, all of us dream but the greatness of Mahatma Gandhi is almost intangible. Yet if one develops extreme will-power, determination, morality and invulnerability one may always outshine the greatest of them all, be it nelson Mandela or Gandhi. Today, the community is global and platforms are much greater forums, indiscriminate as they are they are also accessed by media all around the world. It is therefore easier today than it was 50 or 70 years back when these leaders rose. But if one forgets, the key is to change yourself only when you are at fault and not at the cost of one’s integrity.
Having discussed that, we may infer that at the brink of the apocalypse there is a dearth of such leaders. Such leaders can be created, but doing so is inculcating a few basic values, in its course the essay shall now elaborate these. The basic definitions of the change we talk about here are these values. So to change oneself, one must also know in which way the change is to be directed. To begin with, a changed person is also referred as ‘ignited mind’. And to brew a perfect ‘ignited mind’, we need exact proportions of:
1. RIGHTEOUSNESS
2. CREATIVITY
3. COURAGE.
These ingredients seem to be inaccessible but it is quite the opposite. These can be inculcated even at a tender age, the only pre-requisite being parental support and a good primary school teacher. In the words of our former president Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam
RIGHTEOUSNESS
Where there is righteousness in the heart
There is beauty in character.
When there is beauty in character,
There is harmony in home.
When there is harmony in the home,
There is order in the nation.
When there is order in the nation,
There is peace in the world.
CREATIVITY
Learning gives creativity
Creativity leads to thinking.
Thinking provides knowledge
Knowledge makes you great.
COURAGE
Courage to think different,
Courage to invent,
Courage to travel into an unexplored Earth,
Courage to discover the impossible,
Courage to combat the problems
And succeed, are the unique qualities of the youth.
As a youth of the world,
I will work and work with courage to achieve success in all the missions of planet Earth.
These are the ways the changes can affect you. And the changes can be as little as quitting smoking so as to warn your children about the perils of not doing so. If however you believe that you can reproach your children for bad habits which you have in common with them, it is a fools deal you are making for they will just do the opposite of what you tell them to do. And besides not all of us desire to be world leaders, we can just be the perfect family leader, or an ideal village leader, else an efficient country leader, or perhaps if I’m wrong a historic world leader!
E,A+,A,B+,B,C+,C,D+,D
Do give your valuable input!)
I change myself I change the world.
Hiroshima and Nagasaki (1945), Global warming (1900), Russia – Georgia conflict (2008), Israel- Gaza war (2008), Mumbai terror siege (2008), Mumbai serial blasts (1993)……
Are all my fault.
I am the youth, ever so late-learning, ignorant, headstrong, argumentative and hypocritical. Therefore I am to blame.
Every time I litter, doze-off with the T.V. on, ride my motorcycle for mere show off, bathe myself with deodorant, scoff at a non A.C. bus, criticize the government yet make no effort to change it, forget to vote and much more. I kill another tree, imperil my kind furthermore, murder another Georgian or Israeli, invite another terrorist and ruin mother nature who has forever nurtured. I am the culprit and I only who can shut this Pandora’s box.
Let me battle and fight, raze everything off the surface of the earth and then muse in retrospect, about mine evil commitments. For it is me who dons the virtue of a rhino unless time rips it off me skin.
I cannot remember when last I used a dust-bin. Maybe, on the environment day but you must understand that I haven’t any choice, my life is fast and I’d rather save those few seconds to earn some money instead of walking to the disposal.
I cut a tree every year for Christmas, it’s a ball! But little do I notice the diminishing snowfall or the hotter sun.
Most say, humans will learn but only at the brink of annihilation. I shall too, and until then remain blissfully ignorant of mother earth getting ravaged, every passing hour. If I must, I will blame the world and vow to change, all so superficially. But when it comes to changing myself I shall not budge, I love myself a little too much!
-Kinshuk
It is a pity how the world is turning out today. How fresh minds are molded into such immoral contraptions and so efficiently that it seldom changes. It is as well said, ‘a world of cut-throat competition’. Everybody sets off on their path to make a difference at the earliest. However the only difference they create is to the environment, that too a pitiable one. They want to change the world in lieu of recognition but little do they realize that
‘The best preacher is most often the best follower.’ Their blood boils with anger at indifference and yet they do not realize that it is at their fault that nobody follows, one must be the best example of his/her own principles to make others believe in them. At this point we may consider a story, quite well known but simply a reiteration.
Mahatma Gandhi, the father of our nation, an august personality himself, at the peak of his struggle for Swaraj, became a common counsel to the distressed and oppressed Indians. So he was, for a middle class wife of a Gujrati merchant, she came to him with a unique request. Her ten year old son had developed a persistent habit of eating sweets in large quantities, it had already taken a toll on his health a few times earlier, but as he grew his hunger did too. She asked him for a solution as though he were some sort of magician. He asked her to return after a few days, however when the woman returned she received the same reply. This went on for two more times, until she visited him for the 4th time. Gandhi then told her son with much satisfaction, to stop eating sweets as it would affect his health, adversely. When asked why he gave this suggestion to the boy he confessed that he too was fond of sweets and preaching others its ills would be blatant hypocrisy. She got her answer and went back home an enlightened mother.
It is thus said most rightly that changing a person is as difficult as changing a habit but changing a world of humans is as good as changing oneself. In this context it is only appropriate to discuss another example.
There once lived a young man who was determined to change the world in his twenties. “ All is not well with the world let me change it” said he. He tried repeatedly but failed, in his forties however he learned that he cannot change the world. So he said, “If I can’t change the world, let me at least change my country.” He tries yet again till his sixties but fails. Upon realization of his inability he says, “If not my country let me at least change my village.” Once again trial precedes defeat and he concludes, “In my eighties let me at least change my family.” Once more he tries but fails. Finally in his nineties he says, “In my deathbed I can’t even change my family let me at least change myself.” But behold the angel of death was knocking at the door saying his time was up. As he was dying he said, “If and only if I had tried to change myself first, there would have been at least one changed man.”
On an introspective note, all of us dream but the greatness of Mahatma Gandhi is almost intangible. Yet if one develops extreme will-power, determination, morality and invulnerability one may always outshine the greatest of them all, be it nelson Mandela or Gandhi. Today, the community is global and platforms are much greater forums, indiscriminate as they are they are also accessed by media all around the world. It is therefore easier today than it was 50 or 70 years back when these leaders rose. But if one forgets, the key is to change yourself only when you are at fault and not at the cost of one’s integrity.
Having discussed that, we may infer that at the brink of the apocalypse there is a dearth of such leaders. Such leaders can be created, but doing so is inculcating a few basic values, in its course the essay shall now elaborate these. The basic definitions of the change we talk about here are these values. So to change oneself, one must also know in which way the change is to be directed. To begin with, a changed person is also referred as ‘ignited mind’. And to brew a perfect ‘ignited mind’, we need exact proportions of:
1. RIGHTEOUSNESS
2. CREATIVITY
3. COURAGE.
These ingredients seem to be inaccessible but it is quite the opposite. These can be inculcated even at a tender age, the only pre-requisite being parental support and a good primary school teacher. In the words of our former president Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam
RIGHTEOUSNESS
Where there is righteousness in the heart
There is beauty in character.
When there is beauty in character,
There is harmony in home.
When there is harmony in the home,
There is order in the nation.
When there is order in the nation,
There is peace in the world.
CREATIVITY
Learning gives creativity
Creativity leads to thinking.
Thinking provides knowledge
Knowledge makes you great.
COURAGE
Courage to think different,
Courage to invent,
Courage to travel into an unexplored Earth,
Courage to discover the impossible,
Courage to combat the problems
And succeed, are the unique qualities of the youth.
As a youth of the world,
I will work and work with courage to achieve success in all the missions of planet Earth.
These are the ways the changes can affect you. And the changes can be as little as quitting smoking so as to warn your children about the perils of not doing so. If however you believe that you can reproach your children for bad habits which you have in common with them, it is a fools deal you are making for they will just do the opposite of what you tell them to do. And besides not all of us desire to be world leaders, we can just be the perfect family leader, or an ideal village leader, else an efficient country leader, or perhaps if I’m wrong a historic world leader!
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Right!
As every kid wonders in his exam hall with ink blotting his answer-script, every mother guesses the right amount of sugar in the tea,every youngster wonders about the pick-up he must use, every father worries which expense to cut down, every grandfather, the apt work to busy himself....
there is a loud BLEEP!
"I'm sorry but you are so very wrong!"
Now, if I may ask, what exactly is right???
Everybody has a definition for what is right and everybody else has reason to believe otherwise, but the ultimate judgment lies in the vicious hands of the critical second person. the mind that functions in a unique way distorting facts according to varied levels of knowledge, absorbing and discarding to one's own discretion the facts presented and finally forming an opinion. It is now the turn of the third person, to whose ignorance did this presentation of reasons fall prey. He receives a biased version of the actual datasheet, and on goes the same process.
In the system these days, there is a congenital privilege provided to some, 'The Haves'. Rich in a variety of ways pecuniary, health-related, emotional etc.
Basically, they do not bother whether somebody thought he/she was wrong, ideally this is the only solution one can give to somebody that fails to take-in criticism. Then there is this other kind of people who take -in criticism wearing the positive glasses, yet again employing ignorance to the negative, these are the ones that change themselves to fit-in. Lastly, there are those that take criticism to the heart, upset by it, they take the most drastic steps.
Now for those of who are not good at the 'Algebra of Life' I'll give you the relation between the above 2 paras. All the people that are now in a phase where you are awaiting somebody's approval, be it your parents, teacher, children, wife, husband, brother, sister etc. please let-go take it in your hands, do what you think is right. if you're wrong you'll repent but learn and if you're right, well done! But remember, people are not inclined to criticise your decision-making-skills but to preach you from their mistakes. There are positives and negatives of this too but its upto you, what kind you are: self-learner or blind-believer.
Lastly, the best you can do to combat this is prepare the heavy artillery, to shut everyone up. for e.g. study well, never lie unnecessarily, never commit to misdeeds and justify your reasons well. You'll never falter in convincing the second-person.
This is for all those who are going to appear for the exam-of-their-life(take it whichever way you wish).
Best Of Luck!
there is a loud BLEEP!
"I'm sorry but you are so very wrong!"
Now, if I may ask, what exactly is right???
Everybody has a definition for what is right and everybody else has reason to believe otherwise, but the ultimate judgment lies in the vicious hands of the critical second person. the mind that functions in a unique way distorting facts according to varied levels of knowledge, absorbing and discarding to one's own discretion the facts presented and finally forming an opinion. It is now the turn of the third person, to whose ignorance did this presentation of reasons fall prey. He receives a biased version of the actual datasheet, and on goes the same process.
In the system these days, there is a congenital privilege provided to some, 'The Haves'. Rich in a variety of ways pecuniary, health-related, emotional etc.
Basically, they do not bother whether somebody thought he/she was wrong, ideally this is the only solution one can give to somebody that fails to take-in criticism. Then there is this other kind of people who take -in criticism wearing the positive glasses, yet again employing ignorance to the negative, these are the ones that change themselves to fit-in. Lastly, there are those that take criticism to the heart, upset by it, they take the most drastic steps.
Now for those of who are not good at the 'Algebra of Life' I'll give you the relation between the above 2 paras. All the people that are now in a phase where you are awaiting somebody's approval, be it your parents, teacher, children, wife, husband, brother, sister etc. please let-go take it in your hands, do what you think is right. if you're wrong you'll repent but learn and if you're right, well done! But remember, people are not inclined to criticise your decision-making-skills but to preach you from their mistakes. There are positives and negatives of this too but its upto you, what kind you are: self-learner or blind-believer.
Lastly, the best you can do to combat this is prepare the heavy artillery, to shut everyone up. for e.g. study well, never lie unnecessarily, never commit to misdeeds and justify your reasons well. You'll never falter in convincing the second-person.
This is for all those who are going to appear for the exam-of-their-life(take it whichever way you wish).
Best Of Luck!
Thursday, March 5, 2009
FUN
My mother told me when i was young,
about a certain thing called fun.
Fun, I would find she said,
in stories and play while i was still Ted.
But when i went to school,
I became mischievous Ted Toole.
Fun she'd say i would seldom find,
in the silly, forgotten play-things of mine.
For, mirth, I'd get most right,
from jest with friends and fight.
And then some day, I'd be a man.
The earning hand, for milk and bran,
And Pun would no longer rhyme with Fun.
A bashful wife and a blithe son,
would qualify as my sole life.
For whom day and night, I'd strive.
Then the only meaningful joy,
would come from making love,
and playing with my son's toy.
As time goes by, with work I'd wry.
No more love, only abundant sly.
Bad habits would then seem fun,
very different from toys, family and Pun!
Opium and beer with an empathetic peer,
would then be an indulgence so dear.
so much, so clear, still fear.
'Was ever my wife so near?'
A conflicted nay would break the tipsy.
No fortuneteller, no gypsy,
needed to tell me, I'd live no more, no better.
It was what struck me when,
I coughed up blood with some phlegm.
I had, what was my worst fear,,
the deadly, vicious, Cancer.
Hell broke loose and i broke down.
Every passing hour, got me wan.
Until finally, post seven days,
There on my bed, I'd be dead, lay-
.....
'What a waste!' I'd say,
from innocence to insolence to pestilence!
Now, for the anecdote.
A scholar, ages ago wrote:
"Fun isn't as Fun they say,
'Tis the weapon of At'e."
about a certain thing called fun.
Fun, I would find she said,
in stories and play while i was still Ted.
But when i went to school,
I became mischievous Ted Toole.
Fun she'd say i would seldom find,
in the silly, forgotten play-things of mine.
For, mirth, I'd get most right,
from jest with friends and fight.
And then some day, I'd be a man.
The earning hand, for milk and bran,
And Pun would no longer rhyme with Fun.
A bashful wife and a blithe son,
would qualify as my sole life.
For whom day and night, I'd strive.
Then the only meaningful joy,
would come from making love,
and playing with my son's toy.
As time goes by, with work I'd wry.
No more love, only abundant sly.
Bad habits would then seem fun,
very different from toys, family and Pun!
Opium and beer with an empathetic peer,
would then be an indulgence so dear.
so much, so clear, still fear.
'Was ever my wife so near?'
A conflicted nay would break the tipsy.
No fortuneteller, no gypsy,
needed to tell me, I'd live no more, no better.
It was what struck me when,
I coughed up blood with some phlegm.
I had, what was my worst fear,,
the deadly, vicious, Cancer.
Hell broke loose and i broke down.
Every passing hour, got me wan.
Until finally, post seven days,
There on my bed, I'd be dead, lay-
.....
'What a waste!' I'd say,
from innocence to insolence to pestilence!
Now, for the anecdote.
A scholar, ages ago wrote:
"Fun isn't as Fun they say,
'Tis the weapon of At'e."
Sunday, March 1, 2009
My acceptance speech
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from the start when i was 1 year old i made it to the guinness for having the CUTEST SMILE. then i just went on collecting an array of awards, from the most sincere student, to the athlete of the year, to the sweetest melody and most recently the best guy-next-door-award. its natural to me you see!
however it wasn't until last week that i even got an award for my latest venture.... blogging.
BOY-O-BOY! am i good or what?
so here it is the
award!!!
yay mee!!!
any ways, i'm not used to all this but i must write a few things on my blog about myself post this award, i mean whoever likes bragging about themselves????
kk now here are the rules: OOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
a. Put the image on your blog
b. List 10 truths about yourself
c. Give the award to 3 other people (i can't afford even 3! looks like here's a dead end)
d. Provide meaningful quotation
anyways, now lets get to the truths ( read MARVELS)
1. i was born on the 5th feb 1992... they're planning a worldwide holiday in my honor....
2. i am very intelligent! so much that even einstien couldn't match my record of getting thrown outta class.
3. i'm so goodlooking. snowwhite, rapunzel and thumbelina died to take a portrait with me!
4. i'm soo funny, charli chaplin retired 'coz he couldn't handle competition from me! poor chap, i always told him to give it up! however my idol(on these grounds alone!) is rakhi sawant. classic lady!
5. i'm a sucker at sports... i tripped and fell when i had to trow a ball over to a fellow fielder in my first cricket match.
6. i'm so fat, no kid would see-saw with me when i was 4!
7. i'm soo annoyed... i dunno which shoddy conniving ass wrote this about me.
8. i'm so adorable my teacher gave me golden stars on my notebook for writing the date in it!
9. i'm such a snob i gave a 10000rs tip to my taxi driver 'coz the papparazzi was following.
10. i just discovered, i have a doppleganger who hates me!
with that done... i now announce the sole reciever of my reward:
taa daa:
SAMHITA BHAKTA!
(well thats coz i know nobody else!)
and now for the people who still haven't got enough of me. oh its you all! you loyal fans! here comes the thought for the day
I have met a lot of hardboiled eggs in my time, but you’re twenty minutes.
- Oscar Wilde
it has no special reference to me but it's here cause i love to use it on people
(you should see the reactions!)
alas! that seems to be the end of it.. so adios amigos!
P.S. ok dont get offended you're not all that bad! maybe, just maybe! you'll grow up to be like me someday!
ciao till then!
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from the start when i was 1 year old i made it to the guinness for having the CUTEST SMILE. then i just went on collecting an array of awards, from the most sincere student, to the athlete of the year, to the sweetest melody and most recently the best guy-next-door-award. its natural to me you see!
however it wasn't until last week that i even got an award for my latest venture.... blogging.
BOY-O-BOY! am i good or what?
so here it is the
award!!!
yay mee!!!
any ways, i'm not used to all this but i must write a few things on my blog about myself post this award, i mean whoever likes bragging about themselves????
kk now here are the rules: OOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
a. Put the image on your blog
b. List 10 truths about yourself
c. Give the award to 3 other people (i can't afford even 3! looks like here's a dead end)
d. Provide meaningful quotation
anyways, now lets get to the truths ( read MARVELS)
1. i was born on the 5th feb 1992... they're planning a worldwide holiday in my honor....
2. i am very intelligent! so much that even einstien couldn't match my record of getting thrown outta class.
3. i'm so goodlooking. snowwhite, rapunzel and thumbelina died to take a portrait with me!
4. i'm soo funny, charli chaplin retired 'coz he couldn't handle competition from me! poor chap, i always told him to give it up! however my idol(on these grounds alone!) is rakhi sawant. classic lady!
5. i'm a sucker at sports... i tripped and fell when i had to trow a ball over to a fellow fielder in my first cricket match.
6. i'm so fat, no kid would see-saw with me when i was 4!
7. i'm soo annoyed... i dunno which shoddy conniving ass wrote this about me.
8. i'm so adorable my teacher gave me golden stars on my notebook for writing the date in it!
9. i'm such a snob i gave a 10000rs tip to my taxi driver 'coz the papparazzi was following.
10. i just discovered, i have a doppleganger who hates me!
with that done... i now announce the sole reciever of my reward:
taa daa:
SAMHITA BHAKTA!
(well thats coz i know nobody else!)
and now for the people who still haven't got enough of me. oh its you all! you loyal fans! here comes the thought for the day
I have met a lot of hardboiled eggs in my time, but you’re twenty minutes.
- Oscar Wilde
it has no special reference to me but it's here cause i love to use it on people
(you should see the reactions!)
alas! that seems to be the end of it.. so adios amigos!
P.S. ok dont get offended you're not all that bad! maybe, just maybe! you'll grow up to be like me someday!
ciao till then!
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