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This is where the 'more' in the infinity appears.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
A nice little mail I once recieved.....
A professor stood before his Philosophy class and had
some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very
large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill
it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and
poured them into the jar.
He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the
open areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full.
They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured
it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar was full.
The students responded with an unanimous "yes."
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from
under the table and poured the entire contents into
the jar, effectively filling the empty space between
the sand.
The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided,
"I want you to recognize that this jar represents your
life.
"The golf balls are the important things - your God,
family, your children, your health, your friends, and
your favorite passions - things that if everything
else was lost and only they remained, your life would
still be full.
"The pebbles are the other things that matter like
your job, your house, and your car.
"The sand is everything else--the small stuff.
"If you put the sand into the jar first," he
continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the
golf balls.
"The same goes for life.
"If you spend all your time and energy on the small
stuff, you will never have room for the things that
are important to you.
"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your
happiness.
Play with your children.
"Take time to get medical checkups.
"Take your partner out to dinner.
"There will always be time to clean the house and fix
the disposal.
"Take care of the golf balls first, the things that
really matter.
"Set your priorities.
"The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what
the coffee represented.
The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked.
"It just goes to show you that no matter how full your
life may seem,there's always room for a cup of coffee
with a friend."
some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very
large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill
it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and
poured them into the jar.
He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the
open areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full.
They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured
it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar was full.
The students responded with an unanimous "yes."
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from
under the table and poured the entire contents into
the jar, effectively filling the empty space between
the sand.
The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided,
"I want you to recognize that this jar represents your
life.
"The golf balls are the important things - your God,
family, your children, your health, your friends, and
your favorite passions - things that if everything
else was lost and only they remained, your life would
still be full.
"The pebbles are the other things that matter like
your job, your house, and your car.
"The sand is everything else--the small stuff.
"If you put the sand into the jar first," he
continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the
golf balls.
"The same goes for life.
"If you spend all your time and energy on the small
stuff, you will never have room for the things that
are important to you.
"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your
happiness.
Play with your children.
"Take time to get medical checkups.
"Take your partner out to dinner.
"There will always be time to clean the house and fix
the disposal.
"Take care of the golf balls first, the things that
really matter.
"Set your priorities.
"The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what
the coffee represented.
The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked.
"It just goes to show you that no matter how full your
life may seem,there's always room for a cup of coffee
with a friend."
Saturday, August 19, 2006
....and this ones' for me.... :))
I kept the right ones out
And let the wrong ones in
Had an angel of mercy
To see me through all my sins
There were times in my life
When I was goin' insane
Tryin' to walk through the pain
And when I lost my grip
And I hit the floor
Yeah, I thought I could leave
But couldn't get out the door
I was so sick n' tired
Of livin' a lie
I was wishing that I would die
It's amazing
With the blink of an eye
You finally see the light
It's amazing
That when the moment arrives
You know you'll be alright
It's amazing
And I'm saying a prayer
For the desperate hearts tonight
That one last shot's a Permanent Vacation
And a how high can you fly with broken wings
Life's a journey - not a destination
And I just can't tell just what tomorrow brings
You have to learn to crawl
Before you learn to walk
But I just couldn't listen
To all that righteous talk
I was out on the street
Just tryin' to survive
Scratchin' to stay alive
It's amazing
With the blink of an eye
You finally see the light
It's amazing
That when the moment arrives
You know you'll be alright
It's amazing
And I'm saying a prayer
For the desperate hearts tonight
"So, from all of us at Aerosmith
to all of you out there, wherever you are.
Remember- the light at the end of the tunnel
may be you. Goodnight!
Amazing
Aerosmith
Get A Grip
And let the wrong ones in
Had an angel of mercy
To see me through all my sins
There were times in my life
When I was goin' insane
Tryin' to walk through the pain
And when I lost my grip
And I hit the floor
Yeah, I thought I could leave
But couldn't get out the door
I was so sick n' tired
Of livin' a lie
I was wishing that I would die
It's amazing
With the blink of an eye
You finally see the light
It's amazing
That when the moment arrives
You know you'll be alright
It's amazing
And I'm saying a prayer
For the desperate hearts tonight
That one last shot's a Permanent Vacation
And a how high can you fly with broken wings
Life's a journey - not a destination
And I just can't tell just what tomorrow brings
You have to learn to crawl
Before you learn to walk
But I just couldn't listen
To all that righteous talk
I was out on the street
Just tryin' to survive
Scratchin' to stay alive
It's amazing
With the blink of an eye
You finally see the light
It's amazing
That when the moment arrives
You know you'll be alright
It's amazing
And I'm saying a prayer
For the desperate hearts tonight
"So, from all of us at Aerosmith
to all of you out there, wherever you are.
Remember- the light at the end of the tunnel
may be you. Goodnight!
Amazing
Aerosmith
Get A Grip
Thursday, August 17, 2006
A Time Lived ?
There was a time when i believed that i lived.Every breath i took was scented, and every move i made was ochrestated. The dance of life never ending and the song of faith so true. The spring was spring with the winter two seasons away. It would never come, the winter. The cold harsh winds were not for me, and the blankets were destined to their dooms in their closets.
Life has its ways. And the winter will come. The harsh wind will freeze and make the heart so cold that no feelings will dare to fight back. So insesitive that the break will be a tickle. A joke of a jester never to be taken seriously, even by the the most feared of the kings.
Where did i go wrong. Or was i right as always. Had my ego engulfed me in such a blanket of darkness that so blinded me and kept me away from the realities of the frost. Did i lose my veins in vain or madness. Was my defeat a legend to be fortold for generations to come, to make my shame eternal.
As a kid i was confortable, without the knowledge of the ways of the cruel heart. The love for everything so genuine feels so childish. But, maybe, that was the only true love that i may have experienced, that of which will take a lifetime to forget. That, which will make me regret to the end of this life.
The spring shall come like the winter once froze. And the astronomical existence will continue without remorse of the loss of a single soul.
Seasons. Happiness. Remorse. Will stay.
I am just human, with a dream of divinity. Something, only the gods and angels seem to deserve. We are entitled only shame of our actions and the regret of our passions. As we morbidly continue our meaningless lives of achievement, only to be neutralised by our deaths.
Some of us will make it to the books, and some will stay obscure, with a new born baptised with a name so copied.
All rise from the ashes like the mythical phoenix. While they still burn, will a rebirth be so rejoiced. The pain never ending and the flames so engulfing.
Shall i survive or shall i give up as a patriot and call it romantic. Shall i stay and and watch myself burn or be reborn to eternise my rebellion.
Is it the time i lived, or a time i lived to die.
Life has its ways. And the winter will come. The harsh wind will freeze and make the heart so cold that no feelings will dare to fight back. So insesitive that the break will be a tickle. A joke of a jester never to be taken seriously, even by the the most feared of the kings.
Where did i go wrong. Or was i right as always. Had my ego engulfed me in such a blanket of darkness that so blinded me and kept me away from the realities of the frost. Did i lose my veins in vain or madness. Was my defeat a legend to be fortold for generations to come, to make my shame eternal.
As a kid i was confortable, without the knowledge of the ways of the cruel heart. The love for everything so genuine feels so childish. But, maybe, that was the only true love that i may have experienced, that of which will take a lifetime to forget. That, which will make me regret to the end of this life.
The spring shall come like the winter once froze. And the astronomical existence will continue without remorse of the loss of a single soul.
Seasons. Happiness. Remorse. Will stay.
I am just human, with a dream of divinity. Something, only the gods and angels seem to deserve. We are entitled only shame of our actions and the regret of our passions. As we morbidly continue our meaningless lives of achievement, only to be neutralised by our deaths.
Some of us will make it to the books, and some will stay obscure, with a new born baptised with a name so copied.
All rise from the ashes like the mythical phoenix. While they still burn, will a rebirth be so rejoiced. The pain never ending and the flames so engulfing.
Shall i survive or shall i give up as a patriot and call it romantic. Shall i stay and and watch myself burn or be reborn to eternise my rebellion.
Is it the time i lived, or a time i lived to die.
Friday, August 04, 2006
My last ever dedication for M..... :((
The saddest day of my life,.....yet, but wouldnt want it to go without a song.....
From where I stand
I can see through you
From where you're sitting, pretty one
I know it got to you
I see the stars in your eyes
You want the truth, but you need the lies
Like Judy Garland, like Valentino
You give your life for rock n' roll
Uh huh
Stand
We're on a landslide of love
You got everything you want
But what you need
You give away
For primitive love
And a ride on the mystery train
A primitive love
A room at the heart
The heartbreak hotel
A room at the heartbreak
Heartbreak hotel
A room at the heartbreak
Heartbreak hotel
You say it's love, it's not the money
You let them suck your life out like honey
Turning tricks, you're on the street
Selling your kisses so bittersweet
My life / Yeah
Oh, yeah yeah yeah
I wanna love
Did he bed again?
I gotta know
Oh the price
Is too hard to pay
A primitive love
And a ride on the mystery train
A primitive love
A room at the heart
The heartbreak hotel
A Room At The HeartBreak Hotel,
U2
From where I stand
I can see through you
From where you're sitting, pretty one
I know it got to you
I see the stars in your eyes
You want the truth, but you need the lies
Like Judy Garland, like Valentino
You give your life for rock n' roll
Uh huh
Stand
We're on a landslide of love
You got everything you want
But what you need
You give away
For primitive love
And a ride on the mystery train
A primitive love
A room at the heart
The heartbreak hotel
A room at the heartbreak
Heartbreak hotel
A room at the heartbreak
Heartbreak hotel
You say it's love, it's not the money
You let them suck your life out like honey
Turning tricks, you're on the street
Selling your kisses so bittersweet
My life / Yeah
Oh, yeah yeah yeah
I wanna love
Did he bed again?
I gotta know
Oh the price
Is too hard to pay
A primitive love
And a ride on the mystery train
A primitive love
A room at the heart
The heartbreak hotel
A Room At The HeartBreak Hotel,
U2
Monday, May 01, 2006
Of morality and more....
The pay commision is down upon us and all our salaries are going higher. The economy of our country couldnt have been beeter. On second glance, it is still getting better.
But a better pay package and a god economy, does it make an advancement in the betterment of a country?
A higher pay package would definately encourage those employees in the lower rungs to work more responsibly. They would now, not resort to easier "sources of income", just because they were "paid too less". The quality of life might definately improve. Morality must improve. People will work harder, which inturn would improve the economy of the country, and so forth.
Do economically strong countries, like The Americas and Britain, face problems like bribery and corruption? Atleat from what we get to see from T.V., their police force is really good. Most of their officers have their own patrol cars, and they are in the crime scene in a matter of seconds. But then again it is the economy of their country.
Reality may not be economy based after all. Reality may be the basic psyche of an individual towards his personal morality. Is it connected with nationality and hence the economy?
But the stains of human evils will remain. The want for more will forever debate with morality. Economy, self's and the nation's, has got nothing to do with it.
But a better pay package and a god economy, does it make an advancement in the betterment of a country?
A higher pay package would definately encourage those employees in the lower rungs to work more responsibly. They would now, not resort to easier "sources of income", just because they were "paid too less". The quality of life might definately improve. Morality must improve. People will work harder, which inturn would improve the economy of the country, and so forth.
Do economically strong countries, like The Americas and Britain, face problems like bribery and corruption? Atleat from what we get to see from T.V., their police force is really good. Most of their officers have their own patrol cars, and they are in the crime scene in a matter of seconds. But then again it is the economy of their country.
Reality may not be economy based after all. Reality may be the basic psyche of an individual towards his personal morality. Is it connected with nationality and hence the economy?
But the stains of human evils will remain. The want for more will forever debate with morality. Economy, self's and the nation's, has got nothing to do with it.
Misguided
The death of Dr Rajkumar was mourned by everyone. Everyone? Who is he? An actor of the yesteryears who potrayed the common man and enacted their dreams and fantasies. But really, who is he?
No one outside the good state of Karnataka seems to know him. He was an icon, an inspiration to the misguided youth and a say to anything. Is it?
Many may know what he has done for his "people", in his lifetime. And many will come to revere him for this. But fo the rest of us, really, who is he?
All I know is, he is the guy who brought Bangalore City to a halt. His death triggered a mindless violence in which many were harmed. They beat up a cop to death, during the ensuing violence. Was the poor soul insulting the dead icon in any manner? Was he a bachelor? Was he living alone? Did he have a family to feed, a sister to marry, children to educate? Was he a fan?
He might not have been and he might have been. But what was definately true that he was doing his job and he died on the call of duty. The 'people' forgot this. They forgot that apart from their own misguided, miserable lives, they have a family to look back to, someone at home looking forward for them. And yet they yield their power of being in a mob in taking another's life, with so much intensity and passion tha speaks of no remorse or mourning.
I pray for the dead policeman and his broken family, and I pray that I wont die a useless death.
No one outside the good state of Karnataka seems to know him. He was an icon, an inspiration to the misguided youth and a say to anything. Is it?
Many may know what he has done for his "people", in his lifetime. And many will come to revere him for this. But fo the rest of us, really, who is he?
All I know is, he is the guy who brought Bangalore City to a halt. His death triggered a mindless violence in which many were harmed. They beat up a cop to death, during the ensuing violence. Was the poor soul insulting the dead icon in any manner? Was he a bachelor? Was he living alone? Did he have a family to feed, a sister to marry, children to educate? Was he a fan?
He might not have been and he might have been. But what was definately true that he was doing his job and he died on the call of duty. The 'people' forgot this. They forgot that apart from their own misguided, miserable lives, they have a family to look back to, someone at home looking forward for them. And yet they yield their power of being in a mob in taking another's life, with so much intensity and passion tha speaks of no remorse or mourning.
I pray for the dead policeman and his broken family, and I pray that I wont die a useless death.
Saturday, April 08, 2006
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