Get Up and Rise!

As I was listening to one of Thomas Friedman speech on America in the current century and how "Average" is officially out in this global world, I ran into shivers contemplating how the world is moving at such a rapid pace that if we don't keep the pace we will soon be "At World's end".
Most of us feel dis-satisfied with what we are getting right now in terms of opportunities, in terms of learning, in terms of salaries, in terms of work culture, in terms of management or should I dare say mis-management. But none of us have ever tried to force our way out of this. We crave for the day when we'll be eligible for IJPP or get a good job offer from some decent company. Well, that will be when it will be and lets keep our fingers crossed for "That day".
In words of sh. Steve Jobs "Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn't matter to me. Going to bed at night saying we've done something wonderful, that's what matters to me."

Eagle's eye

If ever I could have the ability to see the act I am doing right now is good or bad I'll want to have that ability.

Just do it!

Whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it's very important that you do it. Because nobody else will.

tyler hawkins
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Excerpt

I found the following somewhere and found it motivating. Thus put it on this blog.

"To accept the real is not to accept that it is perfect. Reality is like clay. It is the starting point and not the end of things. At the beginning of the race all runners are at zero. Reality. One goes on to win. He changes reality. Shapes reality. Those who fail - accept that reality and start again on a fresh race. Everyone is back on the starting block. Reality waits to be shaped again. The race is long. And it is continuous. Every moment reality awaits our turn to shape it. To deny it is to escape into wishful inaction. To simply accept it is to stay at the starting block forever. Only way forward is to run.

When our stories become ordinary and the ordinary becomes a virtue; then virtue itself becomes ordinary and the only extraordinary thing left is murder and mayhem. For it is easy to ignore daily goodness like helping someone cross the street but crushing someone on the same street under speeding wheels is bound to generate more interest. At least in these cynical times. Which is why it is the job of stories to exemplify and exaggerate goodness.

Goodness is not sticky when it is mundane. Murder is.

If we want a society of goodness, kindness, compassion, courage and excellence we must tell stories of extraordinary goodness, compassion and excellence. And the extraordinarily good, kind, compassionate and courageous is called a hero.

We are all ordinary but it is the stories of our heroes that inspire us to rise above the ordinary when the moment demands. Without heroes, with the ordinary grey protagonist, all we find are echoes of our own fallible, flawed selves and when the moment calls - the hero within us fails to stir because all he has experienced in life as well as imagination are defeat, despair, fallibility and flaws. When the forces of murder and mayhem confront us in their dark, blacker than Black colour, we are choked in our throats with grey balls of fear and apprehension while the white light of courage and conviction ebbs away from our heart like the blood from our veins.

There are no heroes in life when there are no heroes in our stories.

For life is a story. The story!"

Mrinal & Abhigyan Jha, April 2008.

Excerpt

The king is ill and the medicine men don’t know why. Someone suggests that the king wear a happy man’s shirt for a night. Soldiers are dispatched to find a happy man. It is a long and ardu- ous search, no one is willing to claim he is happy. The soldiers zoom in on a guy singing happily under a tree. “Are you happy?” they ask. The man smiles and nods. “Will you give your shirt to the ailing king?” He replies, “But I don’t have a shirt!”

Dasvidaniya

People meet
and they leave
Impressions everlasting
in memories they weave

All good no bad
all the moments we had
enriched my soul,
just make me so glad

Those beautiful evenings
that made us fly
TGIF is never gonna be the same
for there are some things,
even money cant buy

Those tiny sessions
Those lessons of life
those took me vicariously into another world
ending all agony and strife

A new journey starts
The path unknown, the way intrigue,
You have to take that walk alone...
for people meet and then they leave

To Mahatma

At the station there I stood
Lingering for the fuming black beauty to arrive
to take me to the place I belong
to take me to the place I thrive

Red and white porters hustle
Heavy incongruous loads on the back
IOC, what are you waiting for!!!
Sending them to Olympics you should
Certain to get a medal in the pack

There at the tea stall
A thousand waiting in queue
Ambani, what are you waiting for!!!
A brand new business opportunity
lay unconquered
waiting there, just for you

A million unwanted squalid people
lying all around..oh..what a plight..
Terrorist..what are you waiting for!!!
nobody gonna stop you here
kill as many as you like..

There comes the black beauty..
crushing the wind with mighty force..
Gandhi...what are you waiting for!!!
Just get thrown out of the train..
Just free this world of all its remorse..