Monday, September 10, 2007

Gaming With Time ...

This is something which happened to me, a couple of days back, while I was commuting my way back to home via the BEST bus. I got hold of the bus at the stop from where I usually get into it - the Vashi Bus Depot. Well, I can catch the bus at the Vashi Plaza Bus Stop as well, but then in want for a seat, I walk up to the depot.

That day, I was very tired, and I didn't get the seat, nothing to worry about, and so, I was commuting standing within the bus. Soon after sometime, wherever I was standing, the bus conductor asked me to inform a small boy seated three seats ahead of me, to keep his hands within the window of the bus. I did it and so did the boy, take his hands in.

And after a few seconds, I got a seat. Still nothing special. After a few stops from that current location, a couple - senior citizens, in fact, got into the bus, and as they approached my seat to stand besides it, I noticed them. I could offer my seat, and so did I. The old female sat onto the seat, I was seated on. And I was standing again. After sometime, yet another seat besides where I was standing got vacated, and I was able to catch hold of it. And so, I sat again.

But the older male was still standing, and this was the time when there was heavy traffic amongst the neurons within my brain, and might have ended up in numerous collisions, as well. This traffic was very fast, and turbulent enough while deciding whether I should give this seat as well, to the other half of the couple to sit and get in the comfort zone, or should I not think about him, and be seated and relish my seat. Believe me, I was thinking about the very thing, for about three to four minutes, or so.

And then, when the bus was moving along it's way, the old male wasn't able to balance himself standing alongside, and was wandering towards swinging his pale body, as the pendulum would do along the clock. I had no more thoughts then, and offered the seat to the other half. And also, by the time the older male would reach up to my seat, there was a young gentleman standing besides, who immediately jumped in, in want for the same seat. I had to stop him and inform that I was volunteering my seat to the older male.

So, I was left standing again. After a few minutes, I got yet another seat. And I was then wondering as to what an instance it's been, since, just a few minutes back, to the then present tick of the hour. As soon as, I got myself comfortably seated, it reminded me of what I had concluded earlier, at this post. And so, I spent that evening having seated on three different seats of the same bus within a span of say 30 minutes or so.

It's really good to see things happening good, when you do good, and you desperately want it, and you get it. I know the fact that it's not the case with everyone, but then I feel everyone gets what one desires only at the appropriate time, and not before it, and not after it. It's all about what-we-do, which results in what-we-get.

This is some game being played by time as our dominating opponent, and we should not be fighting against it to win, as because there can not be any result to the game. It's just about how close we are towards our win, and so, we need to do the 'good' things, to get the 'good' thing. Defining what's good is solely within our hands.

There are numerous times when we play our game with time, and every time, it's merely our compounded possibility, towards the win, that shall keep us going.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Fearless Females ...

Very few females whom I personally know are bold and have the courage, and moreover are quick enough to respond to their surroundings. I've got a good circle of friends - both male and female, but female friends of mine aren't that bold and responsive by nature. Some of them indeed are a lot bold, and don't really care of their surroundings, but the rest are quite passive in nature and shy.

Today, I was at Kharghar station at around 15:40 hrs or so. I was there to catch a train to Vashi from where I had to pick my friend and we had to goto Chembur. The expected time for the train was 16:00 hrs. I was quite a bit early. As soon as I climbed up the stairs to reach at the platform; at the start we usually notice the female compartment of the train to appear, and I was, as usual, walking a bit more, and since I was early, caught hold of an empty seat, and was merely awaiting the train to appear.

In the meanwhile, I had noticed a good looking girl who was well dressed up. She seemed to be a college going girl. She was seated all alone at the other bench. Within some while, many youngsters turned up, who seemed to be a bit more of less educated, those who would enjoy a lot, and have fun everywhere. They would have been around 10-12, in number, or so. They came near the bench I was sitting, and then started those sick activities, which I would not prefer, such as shouting aloud at the station, speaking up of bad words in loud etc.

One of them, who was in yellow with brown jackets went up to that girl, and started some conversation. The reaction on the girl's face seemed to be of uneasy-ness, and she didn't seem to be comfortable with the person who was talking to her. All of a sudden, all these guys who were sitting besides me, started staring at the girl or probably at what the boy would be doing, I can't really say on it. One of these guys, soon reacted and said, "Stop staring guys, he may himself get into trouble, and shall make us a part as well". He had said it in Hindi. So, everyone followed his words.

But when the girl was watching this side, all of these guys were indeed staring at her. I felt something suspicious, and got up from my seat, and started standing besides the railway tracks. The girl's level of uneasy-ness was certainly seeming to increase, and the guy kept on teasing the girl, I believe.

I noticed the girl getting away from the place, and started moving away for a while, and then I was noticing her go up to the Police officer's desk at the station. My focus was on the girl and the police man, who after listening to her, was accompanying her back. As they had reached back, where the entire incident was happening, the guy seemed no longer to exist in the entire place. Believe me, I had looked almost everywhere, and so were the police men looking for him. But he just, I should say, vanished away.

The girl then brought the police men up to these guys, and these guys just claimed that they didn't know the other person at all. But she was insisting that they knew him, and could help locate him. So, the police men just took away a few cellphones and their wallets, such that they could speak out the truth, and so, these guys started following the police men in order to get their belongings back.

The train soon turned up, and everyone got into the train, and soon nothing was visible at the station. But the way, the girl showed her boldness and resilience against the group of guys, and especially that guy who was in fact eve-teasing her, was simply great. One of the few girls whom I've seen who are so bold, and who respond so quickly in less time, such that she didn't even fear to go up to the police men and seek for some support. I've noticed, people usually don't go up to the police, fearing, I don't know what.

This reminded me of an year old incident. It was towards the end of my graduation, and I was travelling in the city buses of Delhi, from my college to my home. On the way, at one of the major stops, Laxmi Nagar, a guy got into the bus, and since it was a blue line bus, the guy claimed to be a member of the bus staff, and they are usually paid 10 rupees or so, whenever the bus crosses that spot. There are many and in fact many such spots in Delhi, where at major bus locations, the bus conductors usually pay some amount to some person, who is the member of the staff.

So, there was a girl standing near the second next seat from the conductor's seat. This very guy, who was the member of the staff, had touched the girl at near her hips, and said "चल, परे हट!" which means, "Just get away!". This girl seemed to be a college going girl. The girl was so quick that she instantly caught hold of the guy's hands, even before he could move a few steps, and just slapped him hard, not once, in fact thrice. (तीन चांटे कस कर मारे.)

The guy claimed to the girl that she didn't know who he was, and was showing all his powers and contacts which he could show her. The bus conductor and other people were insisting him to get down the bus, and just move away. But before he could move away, the girl said that "Who ever you are, even you don't know who I am. So, just do, whatever you want to do, and then see as to what I can do."

That was the first time in my life, where I had seen such a brave girl, at Delhi. She was so quick, bold, no fear of anything, simply anything. And today, I could see the same thing at this very girl at Kharghar. Both of these girls, showed similar traits.

These are the kind of females whom I would really admire, for not being fearful and being fearless as to no matter what the circumstances be, for being brave enough, for showing their non-acceptance of what they don't like, and simply don't like.

No matter what and who the other person is, one shouldn't be accepting whatever just comes in. One shouldn't fear of the number of people supporting the culprit, but should in fact take wise decisions. Brave females such as these are just great, and what I can do is nothing but, pay my bows to them.

[BOWS down in honour, and respect.]

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Making Memories ...

My Gmail status for a couple of days - now - says that, "Taking time and opportunities to make cherishable memories.", and all I could relate it to this very story, described by someone unknown to me, which is about a girl and her experience while shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart.

She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart. We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories were a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

Her voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in,

"Mom, let's run through the rain," she said.
"What?" Mom asked.

"Let's run through the rain!" She repeated.
"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.

This young child waited about another minute and repeated, "Mom, let's run through the rain."
"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said.

"No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm.

"This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?" "Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!"

The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.

Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.

"Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If God let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Mom said.

Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.

Circumstances or people can take away my material possessions, they can take away my money, and they can take away my health. But no one can ever take away my precious memories.

So Ankit, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Taking Up Responsibilities ...

This is an incident which I can recall from one of my books, which I had read in my school days.

Once an Indian was travelling in a train, at Japan. And there were of course many other people as well; with the Indian. As the Indian was about to take his seat, he noticed that the train's seat was a bit pierced and torn out at some places. He did nothing and while neglecting it, he just sat besides that torn seat.

All this was being noticed by a Japanese who was seated besides the Indian, and to whom the seat's poor condition was unnoticed while he was about to take one; the poor condition of the seat was unknown to him as well. But as soon as he came to know about it, he took a needle and some thread, out of his bag. Upon which the Japanese started sewing the torn part, of the seat.

The Indian who was watching the Japanese, was quite a lot astonished and amazed. Out of curiosity, he asked the Japanese, "What and why are you doing it?"

The reply which the Japanese gave was, "I'm sewing this seat which has been torn-ed out, just because it's my country's privilege and pride of honour, which takes people from places to places. If I don't do this, then it shall be a sense of shamefulness to my country. Moreover, its my responsibility that I take care of my very own nation's belongings and property as if they were mine; after all I pay the taxes, and that is my money."

The Indian was all shocked to hear this, and was wondering that if it would have been India, people would have been tearing it up more and enjoying it; they would also be commenting on the system and government, and do nothing else.

I had learnt that I need to realize my responsibilities to the fullest extent. I as a citizen of this nation, along with many others, are paying our money to the government and hence we need to take utmost care of it.

Even if I were a non-tax payer, I had to realize that someone else is doing that for me. I'm in fact indebted to him/her. I need to take up the work and do the best I can. I'll have to always remember that my nation's respect and pride is my respect, my pride and that is what I as an Indian, is proud of.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Everything Happens For The Good ...

All that happens, happens for the good. I've been hearing this for a very long time, but never knew whether it was really good, and what it meant.

I was at Powai this evening at around six, at The Residence hotel, and had caught an auto-rickshaw towards Kanjurmarg station such that I could reach up to Kharghar. It was raining quite heavily.

While the auto-rickshaw was on its way towards the station, it halted for a while at a crossing, and there were two females who were desperately waiting for an auto to reach up to the station. Out of anxiety, one of them asked me, whether the auto in which I was seated was heading the same way?

I very politely said, "Yes, Indeed!".

But the auto driver, instantly denied it. I had a small tight conversation with him, and said that, "If I don't have any objection, then why are you getting bothered?" He gave no reply, and his silence showed his acceptance, though an unwilling one, for sure.

On the way, the females were thanking me, but I could hardly understand anything, as everything they spoke was in Marathi. Despite of being at Mumbai, for almost an year, I still don't understand Marathi, and that's a very bad thing for me.

Anyways, I then said them that I couldn't understand anything. So, one of them, said the same in Hindi, and I was then able to understand, as to what they intended to convey. So silly of me! And yeah, they were Marathi teachers, at some nearby school.

It didn't end there itself. At Kurla station, I caught a train for Belapur because I thought that I would catch an auto for Kharghar. But when I reached Belapur, it was raining there as well, and I was standing all alone at the midst of the auto stand, but couldn't find any unoccupied one.

Finally, a car with two Sardarji's in it, were moving besides me with a slow pace. I just happened to ask them, whether they were moving up to Kharghar, and "Yes" came the reply. They didn't mind to give me a lift.

While I was on my way, I just realized that, a couple of hours back, I had given a lift to two females, and now I'm given the same by these two guys. Woh sach hi kehtey hai bade bujurg, kar bhala toh ho bhala. I conveyed the same to them, and they were quite amazed to hear this.

And yeah, one of the Sardarji had said me that he usually doesn't give a lift to anyone, and moreover to such person who was all wet, and would make his car seats wet as well. He concluded that probably this was what was waiting for me.

It's been a very delightful experience for me, for sure. I am feeling happy, and believe me or not, but my faith in god and belief is certainly increasing. Despite of hearing the same few words many-a-times; feeling and experiencing it was different today.

It is essentially the faith in self and people around us, which is more important. I was sharing the same experience with a few of my friends out here at the campus as well, and everyone was amazed. It's very well said, that we don't get, what we want, but the good ones do turn back to us, but the fact of the matter is that it was very soon for me, today, and that's what amazes me.

And yeah, when I had reached the Kanjurmarg station, I did ask the auto driver as to why was he denying me then! He replied me that, "Kya woh tere liyeh, aisa karengi kya?" I had nothing much to say him back other than saying that, "Yaar, akele aaye the, akele chale jayengey; aur joh mil gaya, ussey hans kar bhula dengey!".

A friend of mine, Peeyush, had also added that, "Life gives us our dues, and in return we pay our dues"; very well said.

Altogether, it was a good experience, which I shall have to nourish forever. And now I have more faith and belief in god, and also on what's good. I know that it's a subjective term, but then I mean it the way I've learnt it. So, I can now very well say that, all that happens, does happen for the good!

And yes Ankit, you need to realize that whatever your elders have said, they've said you with experience, so always keep it in mind!

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

God Pinged Me ...

Today, I've received a mail from a friend of mine, Rishi. The mail which he usually sends are mere forwards comprising of flashy images, but today, am wondering as to how did he send me such a mail which has a lot of essence in it. I thank him for doing so.

The mail is essentially a chat conversation between the 'God' and the unknown 'Me'. It starts with God having pinged me on hearing my prayers that I offer him daily and gradually starts discussing my problems and gives me motivational solutions to re-solve them.

He also says that problems are merely Purposeful Roadblocks Offering Beneficial Lessons to Enhance Mental Strength.

One should definitely read the conversation, no matter even if you are an atheist; as just because it doesn't have anything in relation to spiritualism rather comprises of meaningful thoughts which "someone" would like to share with all of us.

You can have a glance at it, at my LiveJournal.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

The Perfect Disguise ...

This post is again going to be on what I had observed/did at my last visit to a restaurant two days back; so for those readers who have already been bugged up by now, stop here itself ;-)

My friends and I had been to a nearby restaurant at Belapur as it was a party thrown by a friend of mine, and it was my duty to handle the servers (the waiters here). It was the same restaurant where we had been many-a-times and we appreciated the way they treated us, but the other day, it was not good.

The waiter was hardly paying any attention to us, rather I should say no attention at all. One of my friend out of agitation did shout at him, but then I tried to calm him down. And still, there was no change at all, in fact his attitude towards serving us was very wrong. Next time again, he did the very same thing, and now I got a bit frustrated and started speaking in a very rude manner but luckily, I was able to control the pitch of my voice.

After the meals, the cheque was to be paid; I took up the responsibility from my friend, though the cash were all his and not mine - remember, he was throwing the party! The very simple reason was that I was able to recall that the restaurant had a feedback form, and I asked the same waiter to get me one.

He was left with no other choice, other than to get me one. I asked his name, and wrote it down, and then simply wrote words in his appreciation, stating that "Mr. X, has served us in a very excellent manner, we certainly liked the way he has treated us - a very nice gesture, on his part." I did leave my name and email address for their reference.

I asked the waiter if he understood as to what I had written, and why? He said "Haan Ji, Samajh gaya!" I directly went up to the cashier cum manager's desk and handed over the same into his hands.

I don't know as to what and how should I have reacted in such a scenario? The only thing which I could recall off is a similar scenario wherein I was with my elder brother, and instead of saying harsh words or criticizing one, he praised the same person in front of his sub-ordinates, the person was the manager at our Delhi Showroom. My brother then immediately did the same thing, he asked the manager if he understood why he had done this? And the answer was the same, "Haan Ji, Samajh gaya!".

I could see the same sense of embarrassment and shamefulness in the waiter's eyes which I had seen in our manager's eyes. I think my brother was right the other day, he could have shouted at him in front of everybody, but then others would have had a not-so-good impression of his!

I had then replicated the same. Instead of shouting at the waiter or complaining about his service to the manager, I decided to praise him before his manager, but make him feel that he was wrong, and if he would get any appreciation from his honcho for the same, then it would time and again make him realize that these were the harsh words which I intended to say, but in "the perfect disguise".

I don't know whether I was wrong or right? But the only thing I knew was that I had to say something to the waiter, and found no better choice/option than this. I don't know as to how long will the waiter remember it, but his eyes said me that "I will!".

My friends were so irritated the other day, by his attitude, that they have decided not to pay a visit to it again, but I now have a corner there and would like to pay a visit, at the same table, just to check whether those eyes were saying the truth or were merely eyes.

I feel that I need to understand the very same fact, as not to shout or curse one for one's behaviour, rather to appreciate one, such that the sense of embarrassment would bring down the person. The essence of touching one's heart is much effective than touching one's brain!

Thursday, April 19, 2007

हीन्दी में ब्लोग्गिंग करने का पेह्ला अनुभव ...

सप्रेम नमसते! आज मुझे पता चला कि मैं ब्लोग्गिंग भी
हीन्दी में कर सकता हूँ, बीना ज़्यादा मेह्नत कीये, और यह जानकार मुझेबहुत ख़ुशी हुयी हैइसका कारण यह है कि, मैं शायद हिंदी में जल्दी टैपीन्ग कर लेता हूँ बजाय कि इंग्लिश मेंमुझे काफी अछ्छा महसूस हो रहा है.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Salt or Pepper ...

Off late being at restaurants has now become a routine or a trend. Its major concern has been for having one's hunger fulfilled, but thanks to the variety of dishes that one can have, it has now become an arena for celebrations. Sometime or the other millions of people, all round the globe spend a considerable amount of time at either the coffee shops or the restaurants.

You can find one relishing food, celebrating with others, having a discussion, casual meetings, business deals and lots more being done at such places. And the best and only everlasting partnership which I've noticed is of the Salt and the Pepper.

These are two very good friends who are always together at every place. Both of them being very opposite in nature, the former acts as a flavour enhancer to your food, and the latter spices up your food. One is silent, and the other can make you violent, not really violent, but I've read somewhere that having spicy food, makes one aggressive.

What taste does life have? Is it salty or spicy? What balance are we tending to have in our lives? Can the same partnership persist in our lives as well? I just don't know.

All I know is that we can certainly nourish our life by adding a pinch of salt, we can enjoy the taste we want, if we want to see ourselves smiling, then we have to make others smile as well.
If we want others to be around us while we are upset, then we have to realize that even we have to be around them.

Its not about give or take; rather its all about having a sharing and caring attitude towards life. People do ask me as to how can they be calm at the worst of situations, and I usually say, "Take good care, everything shall be fine."

Its just that a few words which we share makes a difference to others lives, its about adding the right quantity of salt to it. You add more, you regret and if you add less, you don't enjoy the flavour you expect from life.

Moreover, we all want our lives to be fun filled, exciting, spicy and so we also want to add a pinch of pepper to it. But we tend to miss out the fact that mere excitement in our lives can not bring the kind of spiciness we desire.

A balance of both the salt and the pepper can only bridge the gap between what we want and how much we want. The more tasty you want your life to be, the more caring you have to be, and the more spicy you want your life to be, the more sharing you have to be.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Life's Proceedings ...

Today's day had a great charm for me. It started up by being late for Viva-cum-Interview held at the campus, which was fine with me, I somehow managed to reach there at my turn.

And then came up an event for which I was waiting for almost two days. It all so happened that a very good friend of mine (not that very good, but yes, a good and a reliable one for sure!) had called me up a couple of days back, and asked me to be at the Rang Sharda Auditorium at Bandra.

I wasn't informed as to what was going to happen there, but as she insisted me to be there, I couldn't resist it. The day was a good one, which indeed brought in a different or rather I should say, made me think in a lateral manner for a while. It had a good crowd of around nine hundred youngsters, yes youngsters, within whom I was one of them. It was pleasant to be amongst them.

I had noticed a couple of things there. One, people worship those who create fortunes for them, I don't understand why? But they do worship them. Two, the hoard of youngsters is moving towards a scenario where-in money shall be the ultimate goal and not knowledge or anything else. Three, opportunities in today's world are plenty, and I mean it. Many more thoughts on it, but I feel, am not able to put them up, right now.

I've in fact, lost yet another opportunity in my life but if I would have grabbed it up, it would have definitely changed the way things are around me, but then I've now realized that not every opportunity knocked at your door is meant for you, and even if it is, then it has come to you quite early, and you shall only have to respond to it at the right time, and that time shall definitely come very soon.

To be very honest enough, I certainly have a few regrets in regards to opportunities that I've knowingly not grabbed up, but then I do have in mind that Life is beautiful, and its beauty is still awaiting me. The best in life is awaiting me, to grab up, and that day and time shall be mine.

And yet another reason as to why I am not feeling low is a very good one for me, for sure. As I moved away from the Auditorium in the evening, I went towards the Bandra Bus Stop and at the BEST canteen there, I grabbed a couple of wada-pavs, to satisfy my hunger.

And then, an old man, who was in torn-out clothes, very dusty and dark, his face seemed as if he was really upset with things around him, his expressions said that he was not very much satisfied about it, and he came up to me and said, "Mere liyeh ek chai le lo". I asked what? He said, "Ek chai".

Since, as I was really dejected as per the set of events throughout the day; my very first reaction was not at all good, and I really feel bad about it. But then, I just forgot my state of mind, and asked the person at the other side of the counter, to offer him whatever he had asked for. The old man grabbed up his cup of tea and I could see his happiness in his smile.

I asked him as to why was he not working for himself such that he could afford it all alone, he very honestly said, "mere liyeh koi kaam nahin hai"; "there is no work for me".

I was really upset about it as I simply couldn't do anything for him; but was somewhere or the other, glad about it that I could get him - not much - but a cup of tea, as to when he felt like having it.

I was wondering as to did he have ever any opportunities in his life? If yes, then did he not grab them or had he been on the wrong track? I don't know as to whether he could really make something good, even if he would be given with an opportunity? I just don't know anything about it!

But this is what is happening in life, I could see some millionaires today with loads of opportunities, and also those who don't have any opportunities, today in their lives.

Life is really beautiful, its just that I have to learn to keep my state of mind not to affect it from any other thing, if this would have been the case, I would have reacted it the first time, in a very good manner.

Also, I did make that very good friend of mine feel low as well, as to she was really concerned about me missing an opportunity. She remembered me, bothered to show care for me, had faith in me, and believed that I could do something good, but then I couldn't do anything for her. I am really SORRY for her, and THANKFUL as well for the care and concern.

I hope to do something good ahead, and keep up her words. I hope to learn about utilizing opportunities. I hope to learn to keep my state of mind within my mind. Alas, I hope to desperately do all that I hope and I will.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Free Hugs ...

I am really refreshed and delighted now, as to after watching a video at youtube. Its about a "free hugs" campaign. I will not embed the video here but one can surely check it out at youtube.

Its a novel concept and had received a lot of response from around the world. But India lacked behind and the most important point here is not to go about saying as to why we lacked behind, but is just to say that in our daily lives, we should not stop ourselves from delivering a hug to anyone, anytime, anywhere!

Reminds me of Munna Bhai's Jaddo ki Jhappi.

A lot more on the campaign as in the history of the campaign, worldwide responses, publicity etc.. can be found here.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Respect Demystified ...

Respect is something which varies from cultures to cultures, which varies from the environment I've been in and the environment in which the other has been, which is either biased or unbiased, which has got varied connotations in diverse situations.

A very small incident which was in fact not more than a few seconds to last, left an impression on me. Today, as the lecture was being conducted, one of my friend's pen had fell on to the floor. He then slightly moved his leg, towards where the pen had fallen, and then brought the pen to a place closer to his body. Following which he had bent his body, towards the pen to grab it up.

After which, he touched the pen to his forehead. As far as I know, we generally touch certain things which had fallen to our feet - but deserved respect, so in order to give it back its respect, we touch it back to our forehead.

I was shocked to see it, just because, not to bear the pain for his body, he disrespected it by touching it with his leg, and then gave it back its respect by touching it to his forehead. And then this is what I do in my daily life, I hurt someone and then say "sorry".

We respect someone for many reasons - the faith we have in one, the approach which one takes, the role which one plays and many more. But as far as I feel, we don't have the right to first disrespect anyone or say anything, and then respect it.

I need to realize that I should not be providing one with the medication, but in fact, should support one, as to avoid such a scenario. I need to understand that for giving respect, I don't have to make the other person deprive of it, and then re-enforce it back in to him/her.

I need to very well realize that respect can't be attained at the cost of disrespect; but can only be attained by giving respect.
Wake up Ankit! Wake up!

Its not your friend's fault; its his actions that wanted to convey the message to you, and yes, as far as your friend is concerned, he shall definitely realize the same, some day or the other!

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Preserve Words ...

This is one such incident which had found its way in the newspaper "The Times of India", I hope I am able to recall it the way it was.

One day, a man abused Buddha. Buddha listened to each and every word in silence. When the man finished, Buddha asks him "Son, If a man declines to accept a present offered to him, to whom will it belong?".

The man replied, "to the person who offered it".

Then buddha smiled and said, "I refuse to accept your abuse, please keep it for yourself".

We need to preserve our words for the good, rather than for misusing them. We need to realize the fact that every word said, and moreover the way it is said, can make a lot of difference - it can make an individual tense, it can make an individual feel upset, and even more than what I can say.

But we have to make sure that it does bring a smile on one's face, without hurting the other. We need to present others with what we feel - the other person deserves, keeping in mind that it can be meant for us as well.

We don't do things intentionally, but then it does happen, and we are not left with any other choice, other than to apologize, its good to accept our mistakes, but then we are not supposed to repeat it time and again. We need to realize that our mistakes are never repeated, in fact, they are those from whom we learn, we learn to live ahead, we learn to make our surrounding pleasant, we learn to make things beautiful, just because that our life is beautiful!

A nail once hammered on any piece of wood, can definitely hang on many things, but when the burden on the nail increases, it just falls off, and then, the wood is left all alone, alone with the pierce which the nail had offered it.

It is the same case with our life as well, we say something which hurts one, and we keep saying it, but we never realize or we can never quantify as to the amount of pain which we had offered the other person, and other person is left with it and ... I don't know what? but something is for sure!

I can recall a yet another incident from a recent bollywood movie, "Guru". There is a scenario in the movie where the actor is convicted with many crimes for violating the laws, and he doesn't utter a word, but when the final hearing is being done, he speaks up, and says, "Main toh baniyaan hoon, awaaz aaj ke liyeh bacha rakhi thi".

I know that this incident doesn't make much sense, but it does convey that we need to preserve our words, preserve it for the good, preserve it for the best, preserve it till its need is felt the utmost, and alas, preserve it till we need to preserve.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Opportunity Missed ...

In the midst of life we often tend to forget many-a-times to thank people who have often shown concern for us, the people who have helped us, the people who have supported us, the people who have always stood besides us, the people who have taught us, the people who pave our way for success, the people who've caught our little finger and taught us to walk, the people who care for us and this list can never end ...

Its just a small incident which I would like to share. Today, in the evening as I was approaching from a door to the other, at our campus lobby, a faculty of mine was leading my way. She was probably thirsty and moving towards the cafeteria to have a couple of glasses full of water to quench her thirst, but for her hard luck, she was not able to find any glass which was unused!

The moment she realized that I was along the same way - she was. She expressed a moment of concern and gratitude, and left the door half opened such that I could follow up quickly and would have to put-in less pain while re-opening it.

It was my responsibility to thank her for the respect which she gave me as belonging to the same religion of humanity. And believe me, it did click my mind as well, but I don't know as to why was I not able to express her the same. I've definitely left her an off-line scrap, but I doubt as to whether it was the right way to thank her?

I believe, I have to realize the fact that my words of just saying her "thank you, ma'am" would have kept her doing the same with others, ahead in her life as well.

I've missed this opportunity for sure, but have to keep in mind as to not hesitate next time in future. Probably, thats why people say, "A smile in gratitude or a few words said make a difference!"

Friday, February 09, 2007

Embarrassing Scenarios ...

Getting myself involved into various discussions, especially with people whom you hardly know, people whom you've just met, people before whom you don't want to be wrong, people before whom you are just the way you are, brings a certain aspect to my mind which describes me to just be calm at such situations.

I know its very strange to say this; but it has often happened to me. Its just that I've realized many-a-times, while I've been in a discussion and when I'm leading it, I go on and on and after some time I've realized that "No, I am wrong! and I now have to get back without any one noticing it!"

Its very difficult to be normal and stay calm at such situations, because the discussions have been crucial and I really wonder as to how could I get things back to normal such that people who have been listening or rather arguing with me, don't give me a smash at my back and say "See, we told you that you will be going wrong!"

Probably, some of the embarrassing situations which I've gone through, but its really been pleasing to be in such a scenario, as it is when I have to accept that "Yes, I was wrong" and without which I would be in a dreadful world. Embarrassing scenarios are also our best teachers, this is what I've discovered over sometime.

Saturday, February 03, 2007

Wonders ...

Wonders have always surrounded me every now and then. A very small wonder has taken place with me which might infact not be a wonder at all, but this is the way how I am now able to perceive myself and its quite a bit ambiguous as to what and why am I feeling so?

Had called up a very good friend of mine who was at the other end of the communicating device which was more than 500 kms. away from where I am. He was feeling good as when I called him up, just because of the fact he had remembered me an hour ago we started the conversation, (which did long for more than 70 minutes) and believe me I had no plans to talk to him, but any how my fingers touched the key pad of my friend's mobile and I managed to call him up.

Its been a very trivial one, and it was that I got to speak to many of the old friends - thanks, to the loud speakers and conference facilities - and everyone started sharing their problems which they have been facing since a very long time, at least since I've last met them. The fact was that their personal problems started flowing in and despite of being together amongst each other, no one was ever able to know what the other had been feeling and why?

It was accidentally that my call had brought every one of them very close to each other and believe me their tears started rolling out. I could hear the silence speaking aloud. I could hear what everyone was about to say even without they could have said it.

Everyone has been facing family problems - majorily of which is driven by finance - and others losing their morale. I could hardly do anything for those dealing with the finance problems, when I myself have been in to it and still in.

But yes, as far as the morale is concerned I'm now feeling a lot low and have lost myself in a larger sense. I just do not know as to what should I be doing? and more importantly even if I know, I don't know how to do it?

This state of my mind has been very rightly pointed out by my friend.

He said me, "Ankit, the problem with is you that you belong to a different class of people, the class which knows the problem, states it and immediately gets the solution", he named it saying that they belong to "the confused class of people".

He was very true and the wonder still continues that despite of me being far away from everyone, I had been able to let open-up others, let them bring out the deeper problems rather than the false smiles which we've been carrying for a long time.

I really need a "Jaddoo ki Jhappi" now, but have to stay without it!!

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Wanting ... but for what ??

The human mind is full of desires; we realize the value of what we do not have and we hardly tend to realize the value of what we have.

Its just the essence in life which makes us so obsessive that we are always hungry; hungry for food, hungry for wealth, hungry for happiness, hungry for love, hungry for faith, hungry for belief, hungry for glories, hungry for fame and hungry for what not?

Why do we need to request the lord (or say anyone) for what we want? Why is it that we can't just get what we want? Is it because a balance has to be maintained!

Oh gosh, balance for what?

Balance, between the truth and falsity, between the good and the evil, between faith and skepticism, between love and hate ... ??

I do believe, that yes, the balance should exist, but I doubt whether this balance shall lead us somewhere or nowhere!

We all need some faith and belief in ourselves, we all want to be what we really are, we don't want to show the world that we are the way we are; its just that we are not recognized, the way we are.

We want more - the world says give me more and yeh dil maangey more - and more. But first, it is the fact, that whatever more is given should be accepted and if not, it should at the least be acknowledged either to take us in the right direction or to take us away without which we are left hopeless and we really are in a mess as to where should we head towards and the more importantly, how?

Not knowing the way to have belief-in-myself, my Gmail Status today says that "Certain things come into our life, which we never wanted; and those which we want, never ever turn up for us."

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Pay or Praise ??

Every time I be to a restaurant, after having my meal, I've always wondered as to whether should I pay the person - his/her tip - who had served me?

The answer which I used to get was always 'no' as I thought that why should I pay one, as one might anyways be getting the salary. And moreover, what if the person feels bad about it, as he/she might take it as if he/she is given something in kind?

But I've now come across this short story, and I wonder as to what should I be now doing? Read on, and you'll come to know,

In the days, when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 years old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.

"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.
"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.

The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left.

When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies. You see he couldn't have the sundae, because he wanted enough left to leave her a tip.

Always remember those who served you!

And now, I am even more confused as to what am I supposed to do, should I remember him/her by paying or just go up to his/her's manager's desk and praise?

Friday, January 19, 2007

Are Your Potatoes Heavy ??

A teacher once told each of her students to bring a clear plastic bag and a sack of potatoes to school. For every person they refuse to forgive in their life's experience, they chose a potato,wrote on it the name and date, and put it in the plastic bag. Some of their bags were quite heavy.

They were then told to carry this bag with them everywhere for one week, putting it beside their bed at night, on the car seat when driving, next to their desk at work.

The hassle of lugging this around with them made it clear what a weight they were carrying spiritually, and how they had to pay attention to it all the time to not forget and keep leaving it in embarrassing places. Naturally, the condition of the potatoes deteriorated to a nasty smelly slime. This is a great metaphor for the price we pay for keeping our pain and heavy negativity!

Too often we think of forgiveness as a gift to the other person, and it clearly is for ourselves!

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

A Paragraph Explaining Life ...

Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983. From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed: "Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease"?

To this Arthur Ashe replied: The world over -- 5 crore children start playing tennis, 50 lakh learn to play tennis, 5 lakh learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam, 50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals, When I was holding a cup I never asked GOD "Why me?".
And today in pain I should not be asking GOD "Why me?"

Happiness keeps u Sweet, Trials keep u Strong, Sorrow keeps u Human, Failure Keeps u Humble, Success keeps u Glowing, But only God Keeps u Going.....

Keep Going ...
Refusing to Accept Failure ...

Sir Edmund Hillary was the first man to climb Mount Everest. On May 29, 1953 he scaled the highest mountain then known to man-29,000 feet straight up. He was knighted for his efforts. He even made American Express card commercials because of it! However, until we read his book, High Adventure, we don't understand that Hillary had to grow into this success. You see, in 1952 he attempted to climb Mount Everest, but failed.

A few weeks later a group in England asked him to address its members. Hillary walked on stage to a thunderous applause. The audience was recognizing an attempt at greatness, but Edmund Hillary saw himself as a failure. He moved away from the microphone and walked to the edge of the platform. He made a fist and pointed at a picture of the mountain. He said in a loud voice,
"Mount Everest, you beat me the first time, but I'll beat you the next time because you've grown all you are going to grow... but I'm still growing!"