82 words, The Purpose..!

16 09 2011

We were lost in the middle of a mad fight..

the warriors on the opposite side were attacking with all might..

we were the doctors who came to care for the wounded..

to a battle where only bombs and bullets resounded..

suddenly I was flying.. no I’m not lying..

I stretched my hand to save the other doctors who were trying..

and got shocked when I saw for whom they were crying..

It was my corpse.. the bullet shower fulfilled its purpose…!

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The invisible yet profound line in this thing thats called “F.R.I.E.N.D.S.H.I.P”

8 08 2011

Yeah I agree Friends are everything.. a person is poor even if he has all the riches but remains without friends.. but we need to be picky when it comes to whom we choose as our friends.. we may have a whole big sack of names of people whom we know.. big and small.. but we can’t claim all of them as friends.. but yeah we do call all of them friends.. some xyz lends us a pen at the form filling counter.. we end up standing next to each other in the hour long lecture.. and we eat lunch… this person can become our truest friend ever.. better than someone whom we knew for years as our neighbor in the apartment and claimed as our Bestest friend and tied friendship bands for 15 years..!

Friends are people who add color to our life.. so we should be careful while choosing the colors.. for it is in our hands to choose.. we could choose a bulb with a broken filament and fix it and have it with us to cherish and add color.. but we should not hold on to a bulb that flickers…! (mokkaya pocho?? bulb kooda poi compare panniten 🙂

OK Friends whom we choose… all people whom we meet write something into the pages of our life… some friends write hard and leave good imprints.. some write glitters.. but some may write with pens that don’t have ink. result: they leave only imprints (hard enough to tear a few pages). we must be careful in identifying which pens have ink..! I don’t mean to say, pick people who only add color to life.. they maybe people who leave bad colors too.. but its up to us, to find the quality of the pen and make sure at least we fill in some ink of love in it, while they write in our pages…! (again…! cha i think i’m going this way to get slipper-ed by someone Lols)

the corporate world is another place where friendship is a BIG joke.. touch your heart and tell me how many of us have our truest friends in the same project or team.. ok think wider.. in the same organization? I’m sure there cant be even a few of us who raised hands…! Friendship is where 2 people co-exist with only FUN  and happiness they find in each other’s company.. while sharing helping each other where ever possible and whenever possible in what ever possible manner…! there is no place for JEALOUSY among friends.. but think about it.. how many of us have not secretly envied our “friend” when he /  she gets the name for something both of you contributed equally for? just because that person spent 10 minutes extra in the tea time with the lead when you left because you got a call from home?

Think about it… we may have a lot of friends.. it does not count when people are there by your side to celebrate your victory.. it is them who stand to share with you, their smile when you have forgotten that yours exists under your nose…! it is them who supports you when you need that tender ray of hope to believe that there is something that you can still do… it is them who discourage you only to make you stronger… it is them who say, vidra mappi pathukkalam namakkelam aayiram figure madiyum…!! it is them who say, machi nurse semma kattai da.. avasarame illa.. venum na innuru kalayum odaichiko.. na daily unna paaka varen…!!

Cherish THEM…!!





Depression

3 08 2011

Foreword:

This post is about what happens around you when you are depressed.. a quick view of the energies around us from a higher view-point ( I mean it’ll look like we are viewing the whole thing from a higher point of view like say the 4th floor of a building)

Base of the post:

I’m angry and upset.. I feel like the whole world has turned its back on me.. from morning, whatever I did only became messy.. how much ever attention I gave it, it only aided in making my day worse.. the amount of documentation I did in office was herculean.. but what did I get in return? Rework..! since the client side documentation format was different.. I had to redo a whole set of 15 different technical documents.. 2 of my team mates (out of 5 where the other 2 apart from me consist of my manager and senior manager) are on leave.. I can’t even get even moral support from anyone leave alone help.. I can’t help but sulk with my work and snap at people around me who belong to other teams.. how will they know what I’m going through? God Damn some of them are leaving by 6 30 bus.. I can’t even think of catching the cab at 9.

State of my mind:

Totally irritable.. feels like a live wire.. I’ll burn anything that approaches me to ashes..

My reactions to people around me:

I sulk while working.. I’m irritated with the squiggly red line MS office displays when I get a typo.. someone calls me for a break, I snap at them saying they don’t realize how much I’m stuck with this darn work.. I get hungry because my brain is at work copy pasting stuff from the previous copy I had drafted earlier. I get up push my chair, curse my side draw and frown at a colleague who tries to look at me.. and storm out of the ODC.

How my state of mind affects people around me: (View from somewhere above all this)

imagine that you and I are looking down at this entire scene from 2 floors above.. (we can look thru walls since its our imagination) I frown and snap at the colleague who called me for a break.. she feels odd.. since its not very normal for me to behave that way.. she gives me back a harder frown and leaves (she may have also been through a rough day)

my negative feeling affected her even more.. it made her feel worse.. now the fact that my snapping at her affected her is like a stone thrown into a pond of still water.. it makes many ripples.. some of them come back to me making me feel worse..

on the contrary, if I had obliged cheerfully, she would have felt good and her happiness would have flowed back to me when we shared a few minutes over coffee.. but certainly I would have felt better and who knows.. I could have asked her to spend time near my PC, so that I can chat while doing my work, which will not seem so burdensome.

Thoughts:

State of depression is nothing but a bunch of negative thoughts which we cling on to because we want to justify to our self that there is a reason that we are feeling sad.. and we hold on to it for so long and so much that it affects us so badly that we forget that we can actually let go of it and feel better.

there was a mail forward that I came across.. a man who addressed the public.. he told a joke, people laughed.. he kept on repeating it so many times that after a while no one wanted to laugh and some started giving him quizzical looks.. He spoke saying, how is it that we are not able to laugh over 1 joke again and again but we are able to hold on to one failure and weep over it for a lifetime??

Our negative thoughts (being sad.. anger.. anything) are like stones thrown into still water..  the more we throw negative stones, more negative ripples are created and it not only disturbs the pond, it also affects the shores of the pond.. our mind is like the pond of still water and the thoughts are like the stones.. if we throw stones of negative thoughts, it affects us and people around us negatively.. if we throw positive stones, positive thoughts and feelings come back to us.. so never let negative thoughts enter the pond.. even if they do, do your best to replace it with some or other form of positive thoughts.





Breathe…!

21 07 2011

Yes you read it right.. i certainly am asking you to breathe.. by this word, i do not refer to the involuntary inhale exhale that we do in order to exist.. we all need to breathe some life into the monotonous inhale exhale. only then can we make use of our lung capacity to the fullest. most of us why all of us make use of less than one tenth of our lung’s average capacity.

why this pathetic state:

1. we are too busy to pay attention to breathing.. well its such a silly activity.. the person who sits aside and takes time for himself.. and claims to be breathing (unless he has code named it pranayama) will be laughed at even by kids. well pranayama is no big deal.. it is the art of breathing and enjoying the process of breathing. and yeah pranayama has much more.. it helps the practitioner cleanse his / her respiratory system. now lets not go into that art form.. lets stick to the topic of this post.

2. breathing happens automatically.. why get so serious? well yeah thanks to nature that the breathing process is automated. lest the human race would have ceased to exist centuries ago.

ok so breathing is just inhale exhale.. now why are you making such a deal out of it? is there anything extra? any new method? inhale thru the eyes.. exhale thru the the toes??

YES.. breathing in not just inhale exhale.. there is a lot more.. and NO new method. we have to enjoy the process of breathing.. there is a saying that while we were created, mother earth did not say, we’ll live for so many days.. mother earth said.. you’ll live until you inhale and exhale so many times.. (please don’t beat me.. it may be true)

so whats the hurry to leave the earth guys?? slow and steady wins the race right? so breathe slowly and steadily.. enjoy atleast 5 deeeeeppppp in’s and out’s each day.. lemme tell you outta experience that its a pleassure.. try it..

but yeah one more point to note.. no tummy breathing allowed here..i’m by no way telling that tummy breathing is nice..

what is tummy breathing: breathe in.. tummy expands.. air escapes thru the food pipe.. only half or less goes to the lungs.. rest goes to the tummy and comes out.. wasted.. one tip to avoid it.. place your palm on the tummy and monitor it while breathing.. if your hand does not go in out in out.. you win 🙂

So Breathe slowly.. think steadily.. and live happily.. 🙂

P.S: its a very good anger controlling mechanism too 🙂 when ever your in fits of anger.. just take 4 or 5 rounds.. anger will decrease.. and in the mean time your energy will also have a clear boost (2 in 1) 🙂





Riches, a deadly temptation..!

20 07 2011

This is another old story which is worth being told again!

disclaimer: the characters mentioned below are imaginary, any resemblance to any living person is purely coincidental.

By the waters of Aalapuzha lived 2 families whose sole bread earning profession was fishing. Ajeev joseph and johnny mathew religiously go to the waters everyday and fish together and sell it in the market. at the end of the day, they divide the share equally and take it home. Yet what sandra joseph was unable to comprehend was the fact that despite getting the same amount of money at the end of each day, how lilly and johnny mathew are able to be so happy?

lilly’s house was always flooded with friends and relatives.. the fun they all had while partying every night by the bonfire they lit near their hut which was by the shore knew no bounds.. at the end of all the singing dancing and cracking jokes, somehow lilly managed to feed everyone who had come with rice and fish which was fried in an abundance of coconut oil..

But sandra who also received the same sum of money never had satisfaction. she never had money for fun, to go out, to invite people for food, to be contented. she envied the mathew family.

One such night, her curiosity got the better of her and she secretly slipped out of her house to watch what the mathews and people were doing and how did lilly manage the money.. to her surprise, lilly got not a penny more than what sandra had gotten from her man. she divided the sum of 15 rupees into 2 parts. 7 rupees for buying food for tomorrow morning, 8 rupees for enjoying tonight. then jhonny took the 8 ruppes and brought fish and food for all of them.. then the clapping and cheering continued till dawn..

sandra went back home and narrated this to ajeev and he is left quite surprised at the fact that how can lilly and johnny be so happy without having any concerns about the future? how can they be so care free without saving any money for tomorrow? they came up with an idea.. sandra and ajeev made a kizhi (small pocket) and filled it with coins to sum up to 97 rupees. they left this kizhi at the doorstep of the mathew’s before the sunrise.

lilly came out next morning to find this bag.. and she was surprised and elated that Jesus had blessed them with a fortune.. she was elated.. but she did not share the news with sandra. that night when johnny came, they divided the money into 3 parts instead of 2.. to save 4 rupees and make the 97 as 101 coins. slowly they started keeping more and more in the bag.. since they had some, they wanted to make it more.. and slowly they were tempted to save more and more.. and all the celebration vanished.. they only spent what was just enough for the 2 of them and saved the rest.. slowly the 101 became 150.. and within no time they had 300.. but their happiness, the fun they had, the contentment and satisfaction were all gobbled by the temptation which that bag of 97 rupees gave them..!

Man made money.. money makes man mad…!!

the temptation that money gives us to gain more and raise the standard of living, is like an itch that gets interesting as you scratch and changes its location on you as each place you scratch turns red with irritation…!!





Luxury

18 07 2011

I read this story in a mail forward and it totaly moved me…! I dint find the original copy so i’m penning it on my own since I remember every bit of that short story..

Scene 1: its 9 Pm and Ramu is at his residence cutting beans for the next day’s cooking helping his wife while he’s watching TV and listening to his wife (Viji) who was telling him what happened during the day.. his 2 year old daughter (Meena) had just slept after playing with daddy and his 8 year old son (Guna) was doing his home work.

Ramu works at an MNC not as someone who does coding.. but as the person who cleans the tables. yes he’s part of the house keeping section of the MNC. Viji is a home maker and she does odd jobs in two to three houses there by adding money for rotation in apart from the meager 4500 rupees that Ramu earns.

Despite the fact that Ramu and Viji literally fight 30 days a month for 1 square meal, they make sure their kids get what they need even if they dont get what they want.

Scene 2: Guna is done with his homework and comes running to his dad and hugs him and asks him what happened in office today. Guna after a while says,

G: “Appa, i want a cake”

R: “seri vangi tharen” (ok i’ll buy for you)

G: “Appa, not one piece.. yenakku oru round cake venum pa”

R: expressionless (a full cake… its something he cant even dream of affording)

G: appa i had been to sekar’s house appa.. avan oda birthday-a so enna kooptu irundhan pa.. avan oru round pink cake vechi cut pannan pa.. yenakkum adutha masam happy birthday varudhu le? please appa… yenakkum venum pa…

R: Baffled.. but since he dint want to disappoint his son then and there.. he said “pakalam da kanna.. ippo poi thungiko.. odu”

G: happily went to bed

Ramu talks with Viji until the day’s work is over in the kitchen and they both retire for the day

Scene 3: Next day in office:

its lunch break and its almost drawing to a close around 2 45.. the tables are almost empty and and hence, ramu sits in a corner and ponders over the cake guna had asked for..

Suddenly there are loud noises in the cafe.. one group is celebrating someone’s birthday.. the noise continues to the “happy birthday song” people chase one another.. they all eat some cake and then leave..

dutifully Ramu goes to the spot to clean the mess the group had created by throwing on each other and playing with THAT CAKE which RAMU could not even DREAM OF AFFORDING for HIS SON GUNA.





The Making Of A Mother (stolen story)

11 07 2011

By the time the Lord made mothers, He was into the sixth day working overtime. An Angel appeared and said “Why are you spending so much time on this one?”

And the Lord answered and said, “Have you read the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not elastic; have 200 movable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that can hold three children at one time and that disappears when she stands up; have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart; and have six pairs of hands.”

The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. “Six pairs of hands! No way!” said the Angel.

The Lord replied, “Oh, it’s not the hands that are the problem. It’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have!”

“And that’s on the standard model?” the Angel asked.

The Lord nodded in agreement, “Yep, one pair of eyes are to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head are to see what she needs to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair are here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an errant child and saying that she understands and loves him or her without even saying a single word.”

The Angel tried to stop the Lord “This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish.”

“But I can’t!” The Lord protested, “I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand in the shower.”

The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, “But you have made her so soft, Lord.”

“She is soft,” the Lord agreed, “but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish.”

“Will she be able to think?” asked the Angel.

The Lord replied, “Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate.”

The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman’s cheek. “Oops, it looks like You have a leak with this model. I told You that You were trying to put too much into this one.”

“That’s not a leak.” the Lord objected. “That’s a tear!”

“What’s the tear for?” the Angel asked.

The Lord said, “The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride.”

The Angel was impressed. “You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything for this one. You even created the tear!”

The Lord looked at the Angel and smiled and said, “I’m afraid you are wrong again. I created the woman, but she created the tear!”








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