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.

Quote:

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

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.

Quote:

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

Being a Cry baby

"... but the bee almost died, mommy!",
originally uploaded by hukes.

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?

Elude

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.

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.

Agony

Torn clothes
Empty stomach
small child
busy street
spreading hands
uncaring people
cruel world.

wizenedwizard has posted a comment in which she has changed the look of this poem and i think it is more beautiful than mine and i feel that it should not be there in the comment so i m posting it here.

mended clothes
a garden's bounty
small children
in a busy street
holding hands
cared for
by loving ones