Saturday, May 23, 2009


The book was suggestd long back by my JAANA....

On the edge of life I have beautiful memories of my relationship. Didn't want to leave anything that my soul regrets so I gott my hands on this book and asked Josephine to read it out to me.


"A wonderful wonderful book. A sports writer looks up his old college professor after hearing of his illness and the relationship between the two that rekindles after years apart. This book should be read by people of all ages. These are the life lessons that Morrie passed down to Mitch Albom, and Mitch was kind enough to share them with the world. This book touched me and made me think about the things that are really important in life. This book is a MUST read. Buy this book for yourself, then pass it on to a person you love: mother, father, sister, brother, wife, husband, friend or teenager, everyone should read this book. "A true story of the meaning of life put into 192 pages might seem unimaginable, but Mitch Albom does it all. Telling his story about a teacher who changed his life by showing him the true reasons we were put here, and the things we should cherish. Albom starts as an average journalist to find that his favorite college professor is dying. He travels many miles and meets with his old teacher every Tuesday, and Morrie, his old professor teaches him new things about life, and what we should really look for. Mitch realizes how much better his life is with all the help from Morrie, and becomes a better person. Its a heart warming, book that gives us all a lesson in the end.
One reading of the preface and the 1st chapter “ the Curriculum”of the book, Tuesdays with Morrie’ by Mitch Albom is enough to touch that sensitive chord in your heart and move you to want to read the book. While lines like ‘ A funeral was held in lieu of graduation’ and ‘Last class of my old professor’s life had only one student. I was the student,’ bring tears to your eyes, ‘kissing him good-bye earned you extra credit’ brings a wistful smile too. Humor and pathos are finely woven into the fabric of the narration. You cannot miss it.
The “Contents” section does not mention the little details that come between chapters, but like the chorus in a drama they connect the past to the present. The first one brings a live picture of the professor. The author makes an honest observation when he says ‘maybe I didn’t want to forget him. Maybe I didn’t want him to forget me, when he gives his favorite teacher a gift. Makes you wonder ‘ Isn’t this a universal thought?’
Was this his syllabus for life? Does he prescribe this for his students? His reaction when he realized that he was suffering from the slow life taking disease ALS (amyotrophic lateral sclerosis) is “How did I get it?” The reader echoes the same- “How did he get it?”
“ALS is like a candle..it melts your nerves and leaves your body a pile of wax.” The author’s description of the disease, permits even laypersons understand it. Choices are limited when one is afflicted with a fatal ailment but the good part is that choices can be made. “Do I wither up, or do I make the best of my time left?”, the professor had asked himself . This appears in the beginning of the narration but we know the professor well enough. We know the choice he would eventually make. He would make death his final project. He would prove that dying was not synonymous with ‘ useless’.
Everything about the book is wonderfully summed up here: ‘Morrie left a wonderful legacy--- reminding us gently and persistently what is really important in life’-

India...My Dream




India begins with ‘I’…I that is,’me’.
I have a dream, India of my dreams. It is true that one person can not solve all the big problems–say removing corruption from society or to educate every child or to fix all broken roads, but One person can still do lot of Small things and if each of this ONE PERSON does these SMALL THINGS, the SUM-TOTAL will be very LARGE. So, the nation must be shaped at its foundation…That is, at the level of YOUTH. And the foundation of youth is shaped with PRIMARY EDUCATION. The youth is taught patriotism, strong leadership & moral values at schools. We cannot think of competing with the best in the world when most of the India is still primitive in imparting the basic education. India is creating an army of unemployable youth with each passing year.Vocational training to educated and semi-educated rural youth in collaboration with industry with reasonable assurance of job opportunity will help the situation.The other national priorities include INCLUSIVE GROWTH (Rural & urban), ESSENTIAL SERIVCES (Health, Education for poor) & INFRASTRUCTURE. Providing non-agricultural jobs in rural areas, Micro finance schemes for farmers, trying to improve the agricultural productivity, providing more funding towards infrastructures and medical centres could be the solution. Honest and principled leaders could bring about a drastic change in our country by bringing down the rate of corruption. This would automatically wipe out a lot of dirt and hollowness from our country, and help it to grow stronger.

A Vision It has always been the dream of every citizen of an economically backward and poor country, to see that the country developed with no negative systems or ideas or beliefs. It is my dream also to see India as one of the most developed nations. 2020 is a good deadline for seeing a developed India. One always feels sad when we see someone begging on the streets or when we see dirty, broken roads in shabby slums. One also feels jealous when we hear about the United States advancing in every field. By 2020, India will be on the same platform on which America is now. The first and foremost thing I see in India 2020 is 100 percent literacy rate. Every citizen in the country will be able to read, write and understand any one language including the farmers and slum-dwellers. India will not have any unemployment. The people will earn their bread and there shall be none called ‘beggars’. The beggars will also be employed at least as sweepers earning a small but a salary of their own. The people shall be above the poverty line. India in 2020 will not have an article saying ‘ India of my Dream’ but would give the wrld an idea of how we started Dream India 2020 and what our initial activities were. This will help people who want to start such activities in their own localities, but are at a loss as to how to carry them out.
Lets join hands and make India our Dream country, the same Golden bird.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

YOU ARE MY ANGEL....



To the one I love, the one I adore,My only goal in life, the one I live for -

Though we might fight more than we get along,I hope our relationship will never go wrong.

When I remember those times and recall your voice,I think of the past because I really have no choice.I tell you that at many times, you've wiped away my tears,And at many other times, you've thrown away my fears.Please don't ask why because I can't exactly say how,But it doesn't really matter because you're gone from me now.Just remember that at anytime, anywhere,To me you could look because I'll always care.Even though we are far away,I'll never forget our happiest of moments shared.Tell me your problems, I'll understand.Tell me your needs, and I'll reach out my hand.But now that's just a fantasy, as true as it may seem.Yes, you my LOVE are just a dream.For always I've wanted your hands to hold,Because I wanted your love, it was more valuable than gold..I wondered many times about the relationship we hadWhat wrong did I do, to make it so bad?I gave everything you wanted, almost anything.I gave you my heart, my everything.But I've lost you now, you're going away,Just remember that I'll forget you never.Yes, loving you was worth the risk, though it may break my heart in two.But I'm glad that I had taken it because it brought me closer to you. I love to be with you, I love you around;I'm so glad I'm the one you found.Though you may not see what you mean to me,My love for you will always be.I know you love me and I know you care;That's why I treasure the love we share.I want you to know I'm here for you,Whatever it is I'll help you through.To the one I love, the one I adore,My love grows every day more and more.



Sunday, February 22, 2009

I Love You Jaana....


I love him--the purity of his spirit,the endless kindness of his being,the smiles,the unsurpassed radiance in his eyes,the way he looks at me,and seems to see deep within me to a private place of beauty that no one else ever noticed.He knows me better than anyone else and he takes me to a place where no one has ever travelled, a place of serenity and light.He reaches beyond my body to the deepest area of my spirit,and the wind that passes between our souls is warm and eternal.I'm lucky to know him.I'm lucky to have him.To think that he chose meover any other,takes my breath away the gentleness in his touch,the way his face lights up when he hears me. AM so lucky to be loved by him.
I can live withoutso many things,but there's somethingtruly special thatI wouldn't want tolive without,something that gets methrough anythinglife brings to my door,and makes each dayworth living...your love!With that, I trulyhave it all. I Love Him...

Stars do fall..


I sit out here,Just one person comes to mind,I ask myself why,But no answer comes to mind,Maybe it’s because I miss him or maybe because I wish he was here by my side,But still no true answer comes to my mind,But as I sit here,My heart start beating faster and faster,Suddenly my heart skips a beat,I can't breathe I can't think I can't see,I'm perplexed,I ask myself why,But only one answer can come to mind,And it’s you,You are my kryptonite,You are the one that makes me weak,The one that I look forward to seeing every waking minute that I breathe,You are my all and am complete only when I say You. Yes its you who make me complete and alive. Loving someone who doesn’t love you is like watching a star…..You know you can never reach….But you just have to keep trying….why not???? Stars do fall!!!!!

Friday, February 20, 2009


Daybreak,Once again I watch as the sun creeps over the horizonSlowly, with a menacing fashion.Overcome with that familiar feeling, I sigh.It showers me with its antagonizing rays,Portraying nothing but false pretenses.Yet another realization...Another eternity I prevail.I feel the hands of despair grip tightlyHow will I ever break free?Would you deny me the air in my lungs?In a humane sense, no.Yet without you I have no existenceYou are the air I breathe,The blood that circulates throughout me.Hard and fast I fall,Back into reality's cold and barren embrace.It welcomes with me a distanced illusion.You've taken flight -Off on a journeyTo seek answers to the questions you behold.Every day I witness as you soar higher and higher.I smile -How beautiful it is to watch you transcend.With my head held high, a tear in my eye,I know you will be all right.The tear is hot and with one quick swoopIt falls...Searing the skin beneath that only guided its way.I wonder why.It was meant to be this way, they say;But they don't know -A brush of the hand -A stolen glance -Overrated? Never -Merely taken for granted.Isn't love supposed to hurt?Two souls connected...The unspoken words, mutual understanding -Why does it come and go?The piercing of the arrow to the heart.Appreciation is they key - the restA mere memory.And so, this thing we call life, continues on...An endless, uphill battle -Just what are we fighting for?Reciprocation?It's a fallacy.Two lives merged, heart and soul -Torn apart by sounds and syllables.Does the mind conceive emotion?That oh so powerful force, ruling over, always.Regret -Unavoidable!They say it helps to evolve.Indeed, I have watched you grow -Strong and healthy, invincible, even.Your roots are fearless and uncontainable -Spreading like wildfire in a desert wasteland,But they have been detached.No longer are you there - My lifeline - vanishedMemories, the secrets held close in the night, come to life,Sprung on me with undying force.I want to escape from this grip but I can't...Immobilized and locked by their each and every entanglement.I call out to you -Only to suffocate in disappointment,The bombardment of that echo.The hollow, empty sound of a voice,A voice that remains unanswered...A heart left to bleed.Crippled with grief, I crawl -Into the shadows.The only sound...The beating of my heart.It's deafening! Make it stop -Please, make it stop!The sunlight -Now permanently masked by the impending malice of the cloudOf your mere memory.This is not how it should have been.I see your silhouette soaring through the skies -You cast a glance downwardMomentarily, our eyes lock.And then it happens...This grieving chamber skips a beat.Could this be real?Could this be true?You, this amazing creature...Uninhibited, beautiful, up in the canvas of blue.I cry out, with arms stretched wide.I cannot let you forget -There's too much in the balance!As you approach, dizziness overwhelms -I try to look up but am blinded.The rays you secrete are that of pure enlightenment.You are so close,I can almost reach you.No matter how I try, I can't get to you.Sadness and frustration -Drowning me with a fierce undertow;Pulling me down beneath the lonely waters.I'm alone again -Fighting for the chance to survive;Fighting for the chance to love again.Again, this once content being's heart-Beats alone...I thrash around -Trying to avoid the inevitable.I'm going under...The mystical hands are beckoning me from within.Defeat is near.Exhaustion is bearing the embrace.All the while I think of you...I call out the eternal promises we made.I will not give up; I just can't.The love bursting from deep within me -Out every way it can;The chains fall free.The road to my heart is a passage that's clear.The water turns warm -The clouds part...I smile.It's been a long time since I have done that -Tears of happiness almost drown me in elation.I look up towards the sky -You are still at a distance;But I can feel your soul again.I direct a wave of love so great up into the air,Up your way...Though the wind now picks up...It is always in your power to grasp it.

Emptiness


I had once thought that maybe this was life.No love, no hate, no feelings.My deepest feelings would never be shared.I was so frightened,I didn't know what to do.Scared of this one man all my life.Face my fear, I told myself!But it's so hard, so confusing.Do you know what it's liketo wonder in darkness?It never stops, never ends.It goes on like a story with no ending.Do you know how it feelsto be afraid of somethingthat you can't do anything about?That you didn't ask for or even think about?Do you know what it's like? Do you know how it feels?It's complete and pure emptiness