It's time for another round ooh-aahing over other people's genius ....
the quotes are in my msn public blog.....here is the link to it
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Saturday, March 05, 2005
Change
"Oh, let a man of spirit venture where he pleases
And never tip his golden cup empty towards the moon!
Since heaven gave the talent, let it be employed."
The issue of mankind’s inherent doom has been the most favorite of our cynical fellowmen.
Their case for forsaken morals and damaged resources is so convincing that one ends up believing them and their oh-so-cheerful take on life.
Just what is wrong with the world now?
Are we not at the highest we have ever been? Can those stuck up traditionalists not see that?
Can they point to any other time in history when a single man had the intelligence, power and ability to literally move the world and some more if only he chose to?
After years of letting outmoded codes bind him down , man has broken free.
He can now choose to dictate his own codes and have other men respect him for it
What all of us have to understand is what is new need not necessarily be wrong.
Just look back at History, you will evidence of this at every step.
If early man had not allowed his settling instincts to well settle, we would still be playing catch-me-if-you-can with wolves, wild boars & the big cats .And back then settling wasn’t even a smart or safe idea. Yet man dared and won. And he did not stop there. The wheel of civilization rolled down the centuries. Clans and kingdoms formed, warred & perished. The ones who dared to move ahead did just that and the ones who choose to hold on to what they had always known got stranded in their own times to be put down as half remembered names in dusty old books.
A new kind of life calls for a change in every aspect of living. It is only natural that when the pivot swivels, the balance shifts. Morals are not being lost with change , they are being redefined.
Those who cannot see this are those blinded by fear. Accepted, fear has been a strong influence in men’s lives, for the better as well as worse. But when we let fear destroy our reasoning powers and bog us down , we know we’re in big trouble.
A few moments of clear thinking will tell anyone , change is inevitable. It is the law of life. Men were not born to stagnate, they were born to evolve. We did not brave the primal jungles, hunting predators , rival tribes, attacking enemy kingdoms and warring nations just to forget how to fight and degenerate into unreasonable animals.
A true Man does not know inaction , he knows progress. And we must not let anyone turn us from that path. The only choice we have in the matter is to ride the waves of Time or be washed over. What would You rather choose?
And never tip his golden cup empty towards the moon!
Since heaven gave the talent, let it be employed."
The issue of mankind’s inherent doom has been the most favorite of our cynical fellowmen.
Their case for forsaken morals and damaged resources is so convincing that one ends up believing them and their oh-so-cheerful take on life.
Just what is wrong with the world now?
Are we not at the highest we have ever been? Can those stuck up traditionalists not see that?
Can they point to any other time in history when a single man had the intelligence, power and ability to literally move the world and some more if only he chose to?
After years of letting outmoded codes bind him down , man has broken free.
He can now choose to dictate his own codes and have other men respect him for it
What all of us have to understand is what is new need not necessarily be wrong.
Just look back at History, you will evidence of this at every step.
If early man had not allowed his settling instincts to well settle, we would still be playing catch-me-if-you-can with wolves, wild boars & the big cats .And back then settling wasn’t even a smart or safe idea. Yet man dared and won. And he did not stop there. The wheel of civilization rolled down the centuries. Clans and kingdoms formed, warred & perished. The ones who dared to move ahead did just that and the ones who choose to hold on to what they had always known got stranded in their own times to be put down as half remembered names in dusty old books.
A new kind of life calls for a change in every aspect of living. It is only natural that when the pivot swivels, the balance shifts. Morals are not being lost with change , they are being redefined.
Those who cannot see this are those blinded by fear. Accepted, fear has been a strong influence in men’s lives, for the better as well as worse. But when we let fear destroy our reasoning powers and bog us down , we know we’re in big trouble.
A few moments of clear thinking will tell anyone , change is inevitable. It is the law of life. Men were not born to stagnate, they were born to evolve. We did not brave the primal jungles, hunting predators , rival tribes, attacking enemy kingdoms and warring nations just to forget how to fight and degenerate into unreasonable animals.
A true Man does not know inaction , he knows progress. And we must not let anyone turn us from that path. The only choice we have in the matter is to ride the waves of Time or be washed over. What would You rather choose?
Friday, March 04, 2005
Chrysalis
Wrapped in my cocoon
I sit here and wait
For dawn and release
Tis a long penance
Through the watches of the night
Filled with dreams
And also doubts
Visions of flitting among many many flowers
Drowning in their beauty and nectar
Of soaring far above the trees
Battling eagles and the breeze
Will my wings have the strength
For such a battle?
Or will my mind?
Maybe the light will answer the questions
That the long nights have posed
And reveal the many colors
That the darkness has hidden
Dawn will be bright
After the dark night is spent
And at dawn I will break free
Into greater life and glory
I sit here and wait
For dawn and release
Tis a long penance
Through the watches of the night
Filled with dreams
And also doubts
Visions of flitting among many many flowers
Drowning in their beauty and nectar
Of soaring far above the trees
Battling eagles and the breeze
Will my wings have the strength
For such a battle?
Or will my mind?
Maybe the light will answer the questions
That the long nights have posed
And reveal the many colors
That the darkness has hidden
Dawn will be bright
After the dark night is spent
And at dawn I will break free
Into greater life and glory
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Career Counselling
With the exam season & the summer settling in , every student aiming to successfully fail his board exams is at a loss as to what he would do in his future. ( big surprise. )
Should he be joining the medical and engineering bandwagon (first class, AC of course) or should he …well.. do something else.
So here’s a list of a few interesting if slightly offbeat career choices they can consider.
BUFFALO HERDING:
We got the family approval for this one ages ago, so no trouble there. Predictably hygiene is going to be a major problem , but if u get past that and manage to toilet-train your herd along the way, these black beauties can make you stinking rich!(excuse pun)
Who knows you could become the amazingly successful owner of a nationwide buffalo products conglomerate called BAMUL – the Waste of India ( Buffaloes Are Macho! Union Limited) or some other inspired name.
So what’re are you waiting for?...wallow your way to glory!
FLYSWATTING
Admit it. We’ve got years of experience and loads of practice at this.
Trivial though it may seem , this job involves a high level of skill, uncommon dexterity, excellent hand-eye coordination and the ability to perform under highly demanding conditions of extreme boredom.
Job opportunities are as varied and plenty as the flies themselves. One can set up flyswatters training academy to help others or write a book or comic strip named ‘Swat Flies’ or just about anything you could lay ..er.. swat your hands on.
POLITICS
Strictly not for the sensitive kiddies. Loads of sacrifice and preparation goes into this testing job but the rewards are rich..literally.
To get started… well… grease you theatre skills to oily perfection, practice stilted and indefinite speech styles, open a numbered swiss bank account, bury all your scruples in the kitchen backyard and Tada!...your ready to rock the world!
Just a word of warning, if getting in is tough, staying there is tougher and getting out… don’t even think about it. You know what they say….once a politician, always a politician.
So if you think you can live with a wardrobe filled exclusively with toga-style white cloth strips, go ahead!... Yours is the world and all that’s there in it - even if its others.
A/N : this is my first stint at funny writing , so don't expect it to be funny. if it is...then yaay!
Should he be joining the medical and engineering bandwagon (first class, AC of course) or should he …well.. do something else.
So here’s a list of a few interesting if slightly offbeat career choices they can consider.
BUFFALO HERDING:
We got the family approval for this one ages ago, so no trouble there. Predictably hygiene is going to be a major problem , but if u get past that and manage to toilet-train your herd along the way, these black beauties can make you stinking rich!(excuse pun)
Who knows you could become the amazingly successful owner of a nationwide buffalo products conglomerate called BAMUL – the Waste of India ( Buffaloes Are Macho! Union Limited) or some other inspired name.
So what’re are you waiting for?...wallow your way to glory!
FLYSWATTING
Admit it. We’ve got years of experience and loads of practice at this.
Trivial though it may seem , this job involves a high level of skill, uncommon dexterity, excellent hand-eye coordination and the ability to perform under highly demanding conditions of extreme boredom.
Job opportunities are as varied and plenty as the flies themselves. One can set up flyswatters training academy to help others or write a book or comic strip named ‘Swat Flies’ or just about anything you could lay ..er.. swat your hands on.
POLITICS
Strictly not for the sensitive kiddies. Loads of sacrifice and preparation goes into this testing job but the rewards are rich..literally.
To get started… well… grease you theatre skills to oily perfection, practice stilted and indefinite speech styles, open a numbered swiss bank account, bury all your scruples in the kitchen backyard and Tada!...your ready to rock the world!
Just a word of warning, if getting in is tough, staying there is tougher and getting out… don’t even think about it. You know what they say….once a politician, always a politician.
So if you think you can live with a wardrobe filled exclusively with toga-style white cloth strips, go ahead!... Yours is the world and all that’s there in it - even if its others.
A/N : this is my first stint at funny writing , so don't expect it to be funny. if it is...then yaay!
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Clown
Short frame draped in gay frumpy clothes
A huge red cherry on the small pug nose
A wide smile painted over half the face
She sauntered and pottered around with a donkey’s grace
Too-bright eyes drinking in the glee,
A misty glimpse of what could never be
Through a green haze she saw a rosy world,
That always laughed at her.
Never with.
A huge red cherry on the small pug nose
A wide smile painted over half the face
She sauntered and pottered around with a donkey’s grace
Too-bright eyes drinking in the glee,
A misty glimpse of what could never be
Through a green haze she saw a rosy world,
That always laughed at her.
Never with.
Prison
You cannot kill what is already dead,
In that I am safe.
Safe from the claws of the world,
And Myself.
Eyes wide open,
Blinded by sight.
Curtains shading lifeless depths,
Blackened windows that don’t offer views.
Heart still pumping,
Not life but blood.
Not jumping or skipping anymore,
Only silently ticking away to the end.
Lips spilling laughter,
Devoid of mirth.
Notes once filled with life and passion,
Now ghostly echoes of what once was.
The key to my prison I hold,
For that I am forever jailed.
In that I am safe.
Safe from the claws of the world,
And Myself.
Eyes wide open,
Blinded by sight.
Curtains shading lifeless depths,
Blackened windows that don’t offer views.
Heart still pumping,
Not life but blood.
Not jumping or skipping anymore,
Only silently ticking away to the end.
Lips spilling laughter,
Devoid of mirth.
Notes once filled with life and passion,
Now ghostly echoes of what once was.
The key to my prison I hold,
For that I am forever jailed.
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