Sunday, August 3, 2008

Happy Friendship Day

Happy Friendship day guys. Thanks for being my friend.

"I cannot build a mountain or catch a rainbow fair but let me be what I know best- A friend who's always there." - Sandra Lewis Pringle

Saturday, July 26, 2008


For past two weeks, I haven’t been able to visit my blog friends, I m sorry about that. (I really missed you guys. But there were some reasons behind it.

First and foremost reason --> Rains. Due to rains that we received fortnight ago telephone lines were under water and that means no internet.

Second reason may be I was feeling that I was really addicted to internet. From the day internet connection was down I would switch on the modem every 5 minutes or so to check whether I could browse, but only to find that i couldn’t, made me more desperate. This continued for some days when I finally visited the cybercafé and posted the last entry It came to me that I am so dependant on cyber world.

When i was in school till 12th Standard i didn’t have a computer. Computer in those days was considered luxury and i remember myself once visiting my friend’s home, for he had asked me to pay visit, as he had brought a new PC. I was mesmerized by the games he played like age of empires 1 and NFS, so colorful they were(As the games I had played in computer lab of our school was Prince of Persia the old Dos version)! He didn’t allow me to even touch the keyboard and i really envied him. Deep inside my heart a desire to pursue some degree which has Computer associated with it grew strong, for that would force my father to buy me one PC and i could play games!

Luckily by god's grace i got an engineering seat in Information Technology and my dreams came true. And then the games, the internet, all came with it. Although nowadays I don’t play games, but internet, it has become part and parcel of my life. I have become restless without it.
So i made up my mind, unless the internet connection becomes stable, I wouldn’t surf.

Thanks Whim, Hannah, Robin and Parth and all others for caring about me. Love you all.

Why is it drug addicts and computer aficionados are both called users? Clifford Stoll

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Inculcating Discipline

When standing in queue for bus I often get annoyed by the people who don’t follow rules and just barge in to get inside the bus. Are we fools standing in queue for long? Are they the kings who just make their own rule and make their way into the bus without standing in line waiting for their turn?

I hate, when discipline, that is set, is broken. It really gets to the nerves when people don’t follow the rules.

Last Friday an event surprised me even more. We all were standing in queue at the bus stop. A woman arrived with her kid who was not more than 5 years old. She gave one glance at the queue and made up her mind not to stand in the queue. She whispered to her kid that when the bus arrives just sneak in from between, get in the bus and make a seat for her too.

I pitied her, for the fact that, this is how discipline is inculcated. When no importance is given to rules and when mother herself asks her kid to break the rule the society would be no better. Mind you I m not blaming the whole society but just one part of it.

Btw due to the rain it seems my internet connection is down. Weekends have been boring when there is no gmail and orkuting around. So after may be one and half years or so I m surfing from the cyber café. The sticky keyboard, small monitor, tiny cubicle, ha ha ha, back again.

Because of their size, parents may be difficult to discipline properly - P. J. O'Rourke.

Saturday, July 5, 2008


Am tired. Will sleep. See ya.

He who runs behind truck is exhausted, he who runs in front of truck is tired

Thursday, June 26, 2008

i - Count

Ok this post is for all those who put the rest aside and talk about just the ‘I’. I am the greatest, I can do this, I can do that. For all those who refuse to see others, just talks about himself as if he is the current big thing. For all those who believe that when he says the sun rises from the west, then we must take it for granted that it is the universal truth.

Come on, speak out. How many times have you used that I today and all those so called great things, that you supposed you did, did you do.?

I will give you some examples. Consider them as of the highest magnitude, would rate them 10 on 10, most hypothetical ones.

  • I can climb Mt.Everest with my hands, myself all upside down!
  • I can swim Atlantics with both my feet and hands tied!
  • I write some lines in braces and when I compile and run the program it never fails, absolutely no error!
  • I practice boxing with punching bags filled with pebbles!
  • I taught lions how to roar.
  • Street flooded with thousands of people make way for me on hearing the sound of the footsteps that I take a mile away!
If you can think of something that you have done in one of the 1000th part of what has been mentioned above, speak it out. It sure would be fun.

What are you waiting for? Begin the I-Count.

First we practice sin, then defend it, then boast of it. -Thomas Manton.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Weekend movie - 'Bridge to Terabithia'

Yesterday i watched 'Bridge to Terabithia'. I decided to watch it thinking it to be fantasy movie, but it was more than that. I really liked it, made me go in tears near climax.

A must watch movie.

“Everyone leaves footprints in your memory, but the ones that leave footprints in your heart are the ones you will truly remember.” - Nicholas Sperling.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Being a Cry baby

It was a crowded bus; absolutely jam packed, no place even to put a foot hold. I was standing along with rest, getting and giving a few pushes.

A lady in her mid-twenties with a kid not more than 2 years old somehow turned up besides me. It was hard for her, coz not only she had to hold her crying baby but also to maintain her balance in the speeding bus. As always is the case a good old kind man offered his seat to the lady(was a window seat and the lady argued with the other man who was sitting in the corner that she wanted the window seat for some fresh air).

The baby didn’t stop crying. The mother was at her wit's end trying to stop the kid from crying. She made faces, made strange noises to make the little one laugh, but in vain. She then tried to show him something through the window. He stopped crying for maybe 2 seconds or so, looking in the dark as far as his eyes could see. But then it didn’t interest him and he again started crying. May be he had seen enough imaginary things, that his mother had shown previous times, when he cried, that he knew now well of her tricks and wouldn’t fall for such bait.

He again continued to cry as if it was his duty. I was amazed by the kid's energy and determination to cry that long for no reason; it was more of a dry cry though, as his tears had mostly dried up and it was just the voice 'waaaaaaaaaaa' that was carrying on. He tried to kick and refused to stay in control, never minding that he would fall. I think the reason behind it would be, he was so confident that his mother would hold onto him tightly and wouldn’t let him fall no matter what.

At last they got down at their stop. How stubborn a child can be in his kiddy days? Adamant, obstinate, uncompromising, crying for toys, chocolates or for no damn reason as I had then witnessed. Being a child has its own advantage, don’t you agree?

Friday, June 13, 2008

Nothing's Forever

...The sun shone brightly.

The sky was clearer and bluer than ever before. The brilliant light bestowed the earth. Giving new energy to every form of life. The brilliant light bestowed the great forests. Giving life to shrunken and sleepy leaves with the morning dew, making it flutter merrily. Making the flowers bloom in full glory. The sweet chirpings of birds filled the air. The brilliant light bestowed the vast blue oceans. Making it look like a treasure trove with uncountable number of sparkling diamonds stretching out as far as your eyes can see.

And then from nowhere the clouds made its way. Dark and evil it spread around like an epidemic. The air was filled with sounds of thunderstorms. Earth trembled. Leaves shrunk away. Birds cried. Oceans turned gray. A shriek of pain was heard.
Darkness was getting blacker. And then when all hopes were lost and when it seemed this darkness had no end,

The sun shone brightly....

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Angry - Who me?

"Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret", says Ambrose Bierce
How i wish i could do that!

I had been a guy who seldom gets angry. But of late i get annoyed ever and anon. I hole up my emotions within me and don’t like to showcase it in public. I normally take a backseat when it comes to retaliating with words. So, it goes within me, within my heart, my mind all concealed up. But then too much stuffing gives me headache thinking about the incident.

I love to be alone when i am angry, so that i don’t speak with anyone and gradually get over it. Or i pray that i get angry during nights so that i can sleep over it. I said i hate to display emotions to the world but when it comes to my family i disembark my anger to them. And it’s just like i lost control of my tongue and am blabbering out absolute rubbish. The reason for not holding up my anger in front my parents (especially my mom) is maybe i think that they can understand me and my frustration. But then when I am alone and i think of it i feel like 'hell, what have i done? Why did i behave like that?' And then straightway go to my mom end up with lots of sorry and tears.

I know it’s not just me but everyone gets annoyed; turmoil of annoyance, sirocco of exasperation, whatever you call it, though most of us don’t admit it or display it. I know anger is a normal human emotion and to never feel annoyed is just like never be fully human. But i want to have more control over it. It should be like i must be governing anger and not the other way round. I don’t want to be a Mr. Hyde!

“Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.” - Lord Buddha

Monday, May 26, 2008

Waiting for my Bus

Standing alone on roadside,
Watching never-ending traffic tide
The horns, the beeps, the smoke
Overshadowing the dusky eve.

Who has the time to see
Blue to red turning sky?
Busy street busy people
Rushing home in vehicle,

And there I stand and wait
Near malls lights so bright
My bus I am so eagerly looking
Soon along with all i'll be hiding.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

When nothing goes as you Wish !

20th May Tues 9:35pm

Well it struck to me that on 22nd May it was my parent’s 24th Wedding anniversary. You bet I was excited. Was thinking of where to go on 22nd and what all things to do?

21st May Wed 5pm

I was thrilled for the D-day. I had also enquired with friends where could i find one Mexican restaurant. I thought it would be a change to try some new restaurant. A sort of happiness which can’t be explained overflowed my face with a smile now and then. I searched for the restaurant suggested by my friend in wikimapia. I hoped i am not assigned any tough work so that i can reach home tomorrow early.
After reaching home i told my parents that we would go to Pastamania for dinner and then go to Iskon Mega mall as we hadn’t seen this new mega mall. Just then my father received a call. It changed expression of his face. As soon as the call ended he called someone. We asked what the matter was. He told with a serious tone Monu(one of my cousins working in jamnagar) is not well. Suffering from jaundice and also suspected of possible chickenpox (although not sure about it). Father announced that Monu will come tomorrow and will depart to kerala on 23rd, early morning by flight. He told that he has talked to travel agent about flight ticket.

The first thing that came to me was 'Why tomorrow?'

22nd May Thurs 5:30am

I woke up startled in the morning to hear that entire hullabaloo going on in the front. I thought he must have arrived and thought not to give him warmest of welcome. But one look at him and my thought of anguish vanished. He was so lean and he looked as if he was a personification of illness. He was not alone, was accompanied by two other guys.

I finished my chores early and decided to reach office before time. Reason: First, our small home became overcrowded and if i leave early it meant more space. Second, my mom insisted me that i don’t stay coz if he had chickenpox then it might spread.

Depressed from the fact that nothing went according to plan and i couldn’t even manage to wish them coz i never got a moment when both of them were together.

23rd May Fri 6:45am

After leaving Monu to the airport Dad reached home and i found myself saying to my parents "Belated Wedding Anniversary wishes".

It often happens to me that whenever i wish something to happen and m waiting for that particular moment eagerly it never happens. Just as unexpected surprises coming ur way brings extreme joy, expected events not happening according to your wish brings extreme distress.

'We cannot wish for that we know not.' - Voltaire

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Mad ride

7:15 pm standing at ‘Iskon bus stop’ waiting for the bus really pissed me off. Standing for 15 long minutes and seeing the crowd that was gathering for getting in the bus was increasing exponentially and also knowing the fact that yesterday it took nearly an hour (about 8:30pm may be) to get in the bus, I decided to venture out for a Shuttle Rickshaw. I thought i will somehow make it to ‘Lal Darwaza’ by rickshaw and from there I will have numerous options to reach home as Lal Darwaza is a major stop. Was it the right decision?

Well the rickshaw driver stuffed up 4 at the back and 2 at the front and I thought how's he gonna drive. For me it was lucky I got extreme end portion of the rickshaw although the other 3 who were super heavyweights squashed me up to pulp, it really didn’t matter as at least I got some air to breathe. And then the rickshaw took off. No traffic signals, no traffic rules, no DAMN DRIVING RULES from the book, it was just the hardcore driving that I had ever witnessed. A feeling like I was in some NFS car sitting and experiencing all those mad driving.

A corner came and it was time to turn to right. I was expecting a hand from driver to come out and signal other drivers coming from the back. Surprisingly it was a leg that popped out. I saw a destination for me - either Lal Darwaza or heaven (if god permitted me to allow in). Luckily for me two of the passengers got down in midway and that meant more space to me. In order to avoid traffic policemen, he was taking every unknown nooks and lanes. One of the passengers asked him if we were on right track. He smiled as if making fun and said leave it to him. After 5 minutes of unknown lane driving that made Ahmedabad look like a place full of pits, we came to an absolute dead end. So we had to turn back all the way where we had come, to a lane recognized by all of us and almost everyone shouted pointing the driver so loud that other commuters looked at our rickshaw as if it was filled up with a bunch of nerds.

Finally I reached Lal Darwaza and gleefully gave him 10 rupee note and happy at the fact that at least I made it.

Two things I want to tell you all guys "Patience is still a virtue". And if you think that rollercoaster rides don't provide you enough thrill then try commuting from Iskon to Lal Darwaza in a shuttle rickshaw on a nice crowded evening!!!

To the Brave Fighter in the arena named LIFE

I need to get this feeling that has been there in my heart since last night since I visited one of my friend’s blog. I took it for just another blog just like me. Sometimes I felt that some of her posts had a sound of dismay. So fool of me that I didn’t have the patience to visit the blog completely. I gave no notice to Fire section that was there in the sidebar. And in one of the posts I said 'Get over it'. Well I really feel ashamed, yes I am.

Later on yesterday I visited the fire section on her blog and couldn’t stop tears from my eyes. Every word, every picture, every tone had pain. Bloody visual, smell of soot and fire, that rascal jackass everything sent a shiver down my spine and to know that she was in the middle of everything left me aghast. Still she has stood up and taken the life bravely I think. I don’t think I would ever have.

She has my respect and really I feel proud to know her. I don’t know I am doing this for the first time. I have made an award for ‘Brave Fighter’ and I couldn’t think anyone other than you Whim. I will be glad and really honored if you accept it please. Here’s the link. And pass on to some one you know deserves it. Love you whim.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Flying with Jonathan Livingston Seagull

6 years, yeah that's how long i havent read a book. Book reading used to be my passion before college days and i dont know how but this habit gradually faded away. In order to be back on track i picked up a book from Crossword last Thursday, Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach. Have read it today and found it interesting.

It's a short book and revolves around a seagull that is different from rest of the flock. While other seagulls just think about eating and considers flight only as an ability to do that, Jonathan loves flying. He wants to learn everything there is with flying and constantly tries to improve his flight. In short it’s a story about searching for freedom and pursuing perfection.

We are sometimes afraid to let ourselves go and we need company to feel safe. I guess this book shows us that we never should stop believing in ourselves. Our inner voice is important and not what others say or expect us to do or to be. But we need to know that this is a process and that we are all learners and there is no limit in pursuit of perfection.

The book is written beautifully and spreads a message to listen to your heart and do whatever to realize your dreams, to find a higher purpose for life to learn, to discover and to be free without considering any material desires, to overcome confining to just space and time and to help others understand what they really are and what they are capable to.

I would surely recommend you to read this book. I guarantee you will enjoy it. For those of you who want to buy it from Amazon here’s the link - Jonathan Livingston Seagull.

Btw learnt some new words from the book. ‘Anchovy’ is a type of fish and ‘outcast’ means a person who is rejected.

Quote from the book

Each of us is in truth an idea of the Great Gull, an unlimited idea of freedom and precision flying is a step toward expressing our real nature. Everything that limits us we have to put aside.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Hiding away from Agoraphobia

originally uploaded by potsrme1962.
One of the problems i face, rather weakness i have, i must say is to cope up with new situation, surrounding or people. It comes to me as natural nervousness when i m surrounded with lot of people. A feeling to act as a lone man marooned among people not knowing what to do, how to behave, what to say engulfs me. In fact words dont come out, i feel sweaty all the time and it looks as if a strange sort of fear has been injected to most of my neurons making me behave the way i do. This naturally leads to frequent silly mistakes and it just adds to my nervousness.

I dont know what the reason is - my introvert nature, my hatred to socializing or should i say my inability to socializing coz that'z what it is; generally hatred for some thing arises due to lack of the ability or skill to do that thing.

Surprising is the fact that i tend to do things better when i am alone or my conscious mind is made to believe that there is no one around. So things like chatting and blogging go well with me where in there is a level of invisibility involved.

One of the work around or solution that i have found to escape this fear is to turn a blind eye and make myself feel that there is no one around though its not possible to apply in every field. And other thing that i most often do is to be with someone that i know well wherever i go ;)

Quote: I'm not exactly agoraphobic but I'm pretty close ... I'm really afraid to go out - Billy Bob Thornton

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Remember me ???

Today morning while I was in bus, I saw a postbox -- A POSTBOX? Yes a postbox and it has been ages since I have seen that. Well it really brought back memories.

Remembering the times -- may be a decade and half ago- there were these red colored postboxes almost around every nook and corner of the city. And mummy would ask me to post those lovely blue colored inland letters to my relatives in kerala. Also every month twice or thrice postman used to knock the door to hand the letter. Also in festivals like Diwali we used to expect a colorful greeting card from our kin. I still cherish them. My mummy would read loud the letter in malayalam and everyone would curiously listen. Also while sending letter me and my bro used to give final touches in English saying 'We miss you' or so and then seal of the letter with boiled rice or glue. This letter writing didn’t just confine to home. Even in school in all the three language subjects we had i.e. English, Hindi and Gujarati we used to have this letter writing section which begins with writing address on the right side continuing to greetings - body - regards to other members of family - and then enclosing signature. Also there used to be a concept of pen friends which was taught to us in one of the English lectures though I have never tried it myself.

As years have passed, things seem something like history. In an age of mobiles and mails - and low tariffs of airtimes for both local and international calls - i guess we all have stopped writing letters - or even writing for that matter. It’s been years since I wrote now - I feel more comfortable just picking up the phone and talking for that matter. Who has the time to sit and write? We don’t have time anyways. We have so much to do -job, home, malls, movies, internet, TV...and so on.

To convey a message either to friends or cousins, one just logs on to one’s e-mail account, scribbles a few lines and hits the send button. Job done. It's good that we are living in a technology era where we can talk and see a guy in US at the same time compared to scene of yester years where we just rely on handwritten letters. But letters and postbox -- I miss them!! Don’t you?

Monday, May 5, 2008


Last night I had been to a restaurant located in main city. And as it often happens it made me feel sick to be among hoards of so called upper class people. I dont know why it makes me uncomfortable to be among them. I know west has made a great influence over here but completely aping them stretches out too far. For people in the west living the lifestyle that they live is nothing new and it comes out to them as natural and they don't make fuss about it. But then people here trying to behave like them! Cut it out. Wearing fake smiles, big talks, over obese bodies wearing skin tight dresses and terming it as fashion, strong perfumes, well there is no end to them. It seems that they are seeking to draw unnecessary attention.The only thing that came to me as relief was children. At least they were behaving according to their age full of innocent questions.

I dont know why but i really dont enjoy being with them call it my conservative nature or whatever u like but i dont like it at all. I know it will be difficult to avoid them as i m in IT field where money flows like water and such pompous environment cant be avoided. And i pretty much wonder will this thing lead to a gradual metamorphosis in me making me one among them. I really dont know.

Friday, May 2, 2008


Away from this place,
Away from the people,
Away from noise,
Away from tensions,
Away from backstabs,
Away from selfish motives,
Away from egos,
Away from materialism,
Away from melancholy,
Away from greed.

I need to run away
I need to fly
With wings of lightheartedness
With a desire for Peace
Enjoying every bit
Of what i enjoy most
Following the trails Of
The Eternal Spiritual Silence.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Think about it !!!

First of all apologies for not updating my blog for a long time. Well got lazy and didn’t get a topic to brood upon and haven’t got one right now too. So I am going blurt out absolute nonsense in this post.

“Hello” is a common word used when phoning anyone. Hasn’t it come as a surprise people tend to use this same word while calling or receiving calls? May be the first guy who ever used this word would have meant as a greeting and it continued as a trend. Why can’t we use ‘Hi, ‘greetings’ or any other word? I mean its ok and we can understand when the word ‘Over’ is used in walkie talkies because it’s a two-way half-duplex channel transceiver (only one radio transmits at a time, though any number can listen). But this is really funny. And the tone used to say this word also varies. It might be sometimes said as “Hello?” or “Hello!!!” or in Gujarati slang ‘Haalo’. Surprising isn’t it!!
So next time when that nokia 5300 of yours is ringing; pick it up and straight away shout a “What?” and enjoy the difference!!!

I was reading an article on the net “Indian Alcohol Policy Alliance- Drinking Drive Meet”. It’s mentioned in the article 40% road accidents in the national highway related to drinking driving”.40% -- This makes it a logical statement that 60% of accidents are due to driving without drinking! This adds to the joy of drinking. Not promoting drinking though.

In today’s world you can’t expect people to treat you fairly only because you are a good person. Isn’t it? I always try being a Mr. Nice Guy. It falsifies the favorite line of Armstrong Sir (One of my English sirs during school days) –“The world is like a mirror. Smile and the world smiles with you”. Sometimes it works but then most of the times people start taking advantage of it. And I can’t blame them either. Expecting to treat me the same way as I treat them is like expecting the lion not to attack you becoz you are a vegetarian. Howz that?

One of the most common words that come across these days while judging a person is “Attitude”. People of says “It’s all about attitude you show”, “He lacks good attitude”.
Well talking about attitude reminds me of a chapter on Mulla Nasruddin that we had in our school days. It was a funny guy with strange attitude. One of anecdotes revolving around him goes like this. “A ship was about to sink in the middle of sea. Everybody was running hither and thither. And among such panic Nasruddin was standing cool watching the hullabaloo. One of the aboard passengers asked – ‘Nasruddin why aren’t you running? The ship is sinking’. To which Nasruddin replied coolly – ‘So what? This ain’t my ship!!!’” To sum it up ‘Attitude is not about walking as if you own the world but about walking as if you don’t care who owns the world.

Keep rocking guys.

Monday, March 31, 2008

Time Less Tales

What is this life if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare
are the lines of W.H.Davies from Leisure. How true his lines are. Most of us really don't have any time.
May be its because of studies or work whatever the case . In this material world where everyone's running after money have hardly any time. Ask anybody for some time, he would say he's busy. I heard an anecdote sometime back : "After 12 hours of work wherein a father goes for job early before his son awakes and returns late night when his son has gone to sleep. The child asks his mom who is this uncle who comes home every Sunday with lot of gifts".

I m not sure whom to blame. Should we blame ourselves who don't manage to spare some time or this competitive world that teaches us to follow Darwin's theory wherein we have to strive hard for survival?

By the way some of my friends have took to blogging. And Jay has even stuffed up couple of posts. Plz take time to read them. Here's the link:Le Voyage De La Vie'

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

BRAGOMANIA -I,me,myself

Often i come across people who like to brag about themselves. From bus to office and back from office to home the number i encounter has greatly increased. There is no area they dont know about. They always have a point to add. And they narrate such comic stories wherein they are the hero or centre of attraction. I love to hear their strange stories. This happens mostly in the bus i travel. From laborers to guys working in LifeStyle(mall) all love to boast about themselves.

This thing is good until one guy is a silent listener. If both are braggers then god save the rest. It normally leads to verbal debates, quarrels and even brawls. But i being a listener{here goes the word again 'I' being a listener. Bragging myself as a great listener :)} helps me judging others whether to idolize that guy or just listen. Its quite simple. 'The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.'

There is another type of boasting and a strange one too. Its by criticizing others. I always do feel that criticizing others or making fun of others is a form of self boasting.

Its quite amusing and ironical that there are very few who actually walk the talk !!! Once again no offense boaster:) Enjoy this quote.

Mules are always boasting that their ancestors were horses.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Thanks janete for this tool

Today i came across a cool personality tool thanks to janete
According to it i m INFJ kinda guy.
INFJs, making up an estimated 1% of all people, are the most rare type (males even more so). They are introspective, caring, sensitive, gentle and complex people that strive for peace and derive satisfaction from helping others. INFJs are highly intuitive, empathetic and dedicated listeners. These traits tend to act as a "tell me what's wrong" sign on their forehead, hence the nicknames Confidant, Counselor or Empath. INFJs are intensely private and deeply committed to their beliefs.

Check out what your personality is like with the below tool.

Click to view my Personality Profile page

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Praise - A Necessity(But scarce)

Often i feel that in order for a man to raise up in any field he needs praise and support by counterparts or leader along with talent and skill.

No matter how talented u r whenever u step upto apply the learning in your field you need encouragement from others.'Wow nice work', 'well done' said by co-workers or lead in front of others certainly boosts confidence. On the other hand even though u r skillfull and some one tries to find faults in you in one and everything you do you feel let down. Gradually you start making mistakes unknowingly and specially when that person is watching you. Then a stage comes when you feel frightened to do the thing that once you love to do!!

In this age of competition its hard to praise others. Let me share a story of my school days that i had in one of my gujarati lectures. A sir drew a line on the board and asked students to make it short. Most of them rubbed the line from edges but that was not what sir wanted. He told u should make it short without touching the line. Finally when most of the students gave up he called his favorite student. He came and drew a longer line besides the line the sir had drawn!!!

Normally its a tendency of man to pull others leg in order to show his superiority :(

Bottomline "Encourage others, unsee their mistakes and help them". I know its hard to do!!!

Thursday, February 21, 2008

18 till i die

Another year to add on to my arsenal accounting to 23 years. Well last year i gained one promotion(professional experience), some new friends, some weight, some wealth. I lost some innocence, some patience, time to enjoy. Well i have noticed that all these that i gain or lose behaves like climbing a mountain. At first while u begin from foothill u are innocent, have time but u are dependendent less knowledge no money. Slowly as u climb and reach the pinnacle u gain knowledge and money, u are less dependent but lose on innocence and time. Then as climb down everything goes back to where you have started.

Very much looking coming years.
And one last thing :- Come on what are you waiting for ? Give me birthday wishes :)

Tuesday, January 15, 2008


beautiful was the view
on the mountain top
wonderful to feel
cool breeze on my face

but then all of a sudden
someone gave me a push
heart in my mouth
hands fluttering in sky
i saw my death
close and nearby

I shouted loud
calling for help
But none was there to save
I fell headlong Oh No

I opened my eyes to see that
my momma was standing near
helping me(I had fallen but from the bed)
And it was all a dream.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Sory if i m wrong.

Dont know why
u behaved like this
have i done anything wrong
or is it just ur imagination

I cried all night
burrying my face
into the pillow
and hiding my tears

Why is it so
whatever one does
looks right from one angle
and almost disaster from other