Archive for March, 2007

The Rulebook of Life

March 31, 2007 1 comment

Unlike many people out there, I don’t hate email forwards. I jut don’t continue the chain. But once a while, there comes a piece of writing which compels you to forward. Like the one following. I received this just before penning all this text you are reading; couldn’t wait… It’s called Life’s Rulebook. I think it very beautifully summarizes the essence of a successful person. Indeed, it is something which every mom and dad can teach to their children.

  • Have a firm handshake.
  • Look people in the eye.
  • Sing in the shower.
  • Own a great stereo system.
  • If in a fight, hit first and hit hard.
  • Keep secrets.
  • Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen everyday.
  • Always accept an outstretched hand.
  • Be brave. Even if you’re not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.
  • Whistle.
  • Avoid sarcastic remarks.
  • Choose your life’s mate carefully. From this one decision will come 90 percent of all your happiness or misery.
  • Make it a habit to do nice things for people who will never find out.
  • Lend only those books you never care to see again.
  • Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all that they have.
  • When playing games with children, let them win.
  • Give people a second chance, but not a third.
  • Be romantic.
  • Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.
  • Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life-and-death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems.
  • Don’t allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It’s there for your convenience, not the caller’s.
  • Be a good loser.
  • Be a good winner.
  • Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.
  • When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go.
  • Be modest. A lot was accomplished before you were born.
  • Keep it simple.
  • Beware of the person who has nothing to lose.
  • Don’t burn bridges. You’ll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river.
  • Live your life so that your epitaph could read, No Regrets
  • Be bold and courageous. When you look back on life, you’ll regret the things you didn’t do more than the one’s you did.
  • Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them.
  • Remember no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart and be quick to acknowledge those who helped you.
  • Take charge of your attitude. Don’t let someone else choose it for you.
  • Visit friends and relatives when they are in hospital; you need only stay a few minutes.

Banana Art

March 28, 2007 1 comment

I saw something similar on the net. So, decided to try my hand at it. Well, here are the results…
Just wondering how varied the moods and shades can be! Indeed, all these are drawn on same banana.


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Quiz Time

March 28, 2007 2 comments

I don’t know what has happened to me… I don’t write when I ought to and scribble uselessly when I am not supposed to. Tomorrow, I have to take an examination on Fluid Mechanics, I didn’t attend classes since last exam on FluMech, and now mind boggling equations have led me here… at least for a while!

Procrastination and Poems

March 28, 2007 4 comments

I am deep into this now. I remember when I was not into this, I was well aware of the dangers lurking therein. Still i somehow slipped in. Now the world of procrastination seems to have engulfed just every sphere of my activity.

I had passion for poetry. Used to write some nice poems. But now I keep on postponing. Still there are those moments of inspiration, but almost everytime I fail to recollect.

I look at my small notebook of poems I once composed. I feel great. I feel the solitude. The main reason I started poetry. It’s an amazing feeling. I turn the pages. Each poem better than the one on the last page. I was improving! I wonder when I will pen down similar pieces again.

As I come to the last few pages, I stop there. My last poem. My first poem in print. I remember the process of it’s creation. It was not just one day. It took me more. I was more than happy when I managed to complete it. Then I sent it to the editors. And the reply! They said “Wonderful Poem.” It was included. I was on top of the world. Now I stare at the poem in my small notebook. My longest poem. Ironically, it’s about an attitude which I completely lack these days. A fighting attitude. Some poems are meant to inspire. It must feel great when a poet learns something from his very own poem meant to inspire others. Yes, it does feel great!

Here is the poem, The Fighter, which was selected for our campus magazine called Reflections.

The Fighter

My world was dark, mess of a life,
No single place for joy to thrive,
The stunning solitude piercingly mute,
No saviour, no restitute.

Where shall I head, no place in sight,
And then there was light at the end of night.
The tide subsided, retreated the wave,
Alas! I missed the gems they gave.

I went ahead in the light so great,
Snubbing those hateful memories out straight,
My feet came to an abrupt halt,
As I stopped, the big tree called.

I looked at the tree mighty yet kind,
Braving the sun as well as the wind,
I too can be audacious, intrepid still,
I shall fight, yes, I will.

I can’t elude the miseries and torments,
Deeply woven in the fabric of life’s garment.
“Confront them, O self, and emerge smiling,
Ready to tackle the ones following.”

Beatific was I in the aura divine,
When the eternal fact reached my mind,
Sorrows, like joy, are shadows of life,
Engaging us throughout, to strive.

Why face the adversities then?
Just to armour for the next one?
And then another next, and the next still,
What’s life with such distasteful drill?

The delusion haunted me night and day,
Until I heard myself say,
“O dear self, fear mot any more,
Look at the sky, high should you soar.

“Million people walk the earth,
More than a half get unnoticed death,
Anguishingly they embrace the pyre,
Leave no trace after the fire.

“A few are epoch-making ones,
Reverberating, as generations come,
But not all can aspire to be such,
Else history loses its meaning much.

“Most of the remaining fear to bite the dust,
Craven beings, they too rot and rust.
You merit a better place, dear me,
For all battles fought courageously.

“Death, you know, is the inevitable one,
But you are content after battles won.
You belong now to those high ranks,
Who smile at death as another prank.”