Wednesday, May 20, 2009
WORKING WITH IDIOTS CAN KILL YOU!
Monday, May 18, 2009
Question what's being told
start out as rebels but then the influences change us, moulding our
thoughts, our beliefs and finally us.
Does having maturity consist of abandoning one's mind?
Do we have to abandon one's value to find security?
Does practicality consist of losing ur self respect?
We are here to do something of value and that's the dream to follow.
Don't let anyone make u settle for anything less than what u feel u
deserve. No one can decide for u what u deserve. Neithies ur parents
or ur friends can tell u what ur worthy of and not. So don't settle
for the deal everyone offers u to quit ur dreams. Don't quit wanting.
If people gave up so easy don't u think humanity would not have come
this far. Why are v bettering things, why do v want faster computers,
why do we want better utilization of Earth's resources? Because we
want to better things for ourself. Begin at the self n u will touch
the hotel. U can't start by being the saint. U must want it urself
more than u want anything else. Once u achieve it then u can go out
and share it with the world. There is so much u have to achieve and ur
giving up on ur dream can cost us all. It will cost u the most.
So, don't ever give up that fire inside and settle for the deal life
is waiting to cut u.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Writing
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Saturday, May 16, 2009
Agatha Christie An Autobiography.
the best writer i have come across, ever since i started reading her
stories. My initiation to her began with Poirot. The stories told to
me by my grandmother. Shocking! Yes, she read her books and well she
couldn't choose between Poirot and Holmes. But i digress. Soon i
started reading the old paperbacks of my grandmother and i fell in
love with Agatha Christie. I never really took a liking for Holmes who
i had read earlier perhaps because he came across as too hard or
tough, simply put he seemed to lack the humour. Worse he always
figured everything out in his head during his brooding and never let
any clue slip. I like Poirot cause i could as well play detective
along with him trying to solve the mystery. As i went from school to
college i read through book after book of Christie trying to go
through all her works. I ransacked my school library the BCL and who
ever happened to have a copy. I owned very few tattered old
paperbacks. I was never motivated to buy any books of her mainly as
they cost so much in those days. I read up quite a bit on her over the
internet. I was very much eager to watch the long running play
mousetrap. Once i started working i had my own money to spend and so
bought a choicest selection. A book containing her plays. I loved
reading them. And i most certainly still harbour the dream of watching
a theatrical production. Somehow in all this the writer or her talent
had taken the back seat to reading up and solving each of the
mysteries she wrote. I chanced upon her autobiography. It was a
revealation. No wonder she won so much accolade. No wonder she's
enjoyed by everyone from my grandmother, my parents, and now me. She's
timeless. When as a literature student ur made to read the classics
timeless tales of humanity you don't realise the actual reason for
their timelessness. It's not their closeness to human life but the
beautiful story telling that sets them apart from everything else.
Reading her story of her life there is so much to least even today.
She had seen the two wars of which we have only read but her thoughts
on life although stemming from private sentiments are timeless and
lead u to contemplate life. It would too fantastic to say that i
almost feel agreeing to so many things she says as if they were part
of my own life. But to be honest, as she suggests something changed
while reading her. It hasn't brought a change in my thoughts or the
way i'm living but yes most certainly there is some change. Here is
something she writes so beautifully.
"Life seems to of to consist of three parts: the absorbing and usually
enjoyable present which rushes on from minute to minute with fatal
speed; the future, dim and uncertain, for which one can make any
number of interesting plans, the wilder and more improbable the
better, since- as nothing will turn out as you expect it to do- you
might as well have the fun of planning anyway; and thirdly, the past,
the memories and realities that are the bedrock of one's present life,
brought back suddenly by a scent,the share of a hill, an old song-
some triviality that makes one suddenly say I remember .. .. With a
peculiar and quite unexplainable pleasure." #END
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Friday, May 15, 2009
Blogging on the go
The urge to offload whats on our mind sometimes takes us over with
suprise and we find ourselves searching frantically for some form of
release. I'm on a mini vacation and in the midst of a powercut my
brain was on fever to be able to write or do something. Away from
office and the hectic schedule of a city its so difficult to find
something to do. I think we are completely spoiled by this rat race.
We never know what to do when we are left alone with our thoughts. We
find ourselves trying to run away from what is obviously our mind
peering into corners which we'd rather not venture into. Yes we do try
and avoid issues don't we? We are made to believe that unresolved and
painful things should be locked away in such places where we don't
remember them. But truth be told we often find ourselves confronting
those same things on our journey through our mind. Then we are shocked
and bewildered to find their potency to still hurt us.
So in order to meet the need to vent my thoughts i went about trying
to log into my blogger account. But in vain. So finally i searched the
good old Mr.GOOGLE. And he gave me the answer to my queries. Mail ur
blog he said. And so here i'm mailing to my blog. I hope to continue
putting in some words on my whereabouts, in the spaces of my mind.#
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