Saturday, September 29, 2007

If Life is a cup of tea...


In an earlier post I had posted If Life is Coffee...
Here, life is compared to sipping tea!






Life is like having a cup of tea.

You sit by the side of the window, lift the cup and take a careless sip,

Only to realize, somebody forgot to put the sugar.

Too lazy to go for it you somehow struggle through the sugarless cup.

Until you discover undissolved sugar crystal sitting at the bottom...

--- that's Life!




Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Let the Garbage go by

Often we let someone or some incidence affect us badly! Here is a wonderful write up I came across that talks of 'allowing the garbage go by' and not get dirtied by it. An amazing piece albeit slightly longer one.
LAW OF THE GARBAGE TRUCK - Let the garbage go by. By David J. Pollay
How often do you let other people's nonsense change your mood? Do you let a bad driver, rude waiter, curt boss, or an insensitive employee ruin your day? Unless you're the Terminator, for an instant you're probably set back on your heels.

However, the mark of a successful person is how quickly she can get back her focus on what's important. Sixteen years ago I learned this lesson. I learned it in the back of a New York City taxi cab. Here's what happened.

I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Grand Central Station. We were driving in the right lane when all of a sudden, and I mean without warning, a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded and missed the other car's back end by just inches. Here's what happened next.

The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident, whipped his head around and he started yelling bad words at us. How do I know? Ask any New Yorker, some words in New York come with a special face.

Now, here's what blew me away. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was friendly. So, I said, "Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!" And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now call, "The Law of the Garbage Truck." Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it. And if you let them, they'll dump it on you.

When someone wants to dump on you, don't take it personally. You just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. You'll be happy you did. I guarantee it. So this was it: The "Law of the Garbage Truck." I started thinking, how often do I let Garbage Trucks run right over me? And how often do I take their garbage and spread it to other people: at work, at home, on the streets? It was that day I said, "I'm not going to do it anymore." Well now "I see Garbage Trucks." I see the load they're carrying. I see them coming to drop it off. And like my Taxi Driver, I don't make it a personal thing; I just smile, wave, wish them well, and I move on.

One of my favorite Football players of all time, Walter Payton, did this every day on the football field. He would jump up as quickly as he hit the ground after being tackled. He never dwelled on a hit. Payton was ready to make the next play his best. Good leaders know they have to be ready for their next meeting. Good parents know that they have to welcome their children home from school with hugs and kisses. Leaders and parents know that they have to be fully present, and at their best for the people they care about. The bottom line is that successful people do not let Garbage Trucks take over their day. What about you? What would happen in your life, starting today, if you let more garbage trucks pass you by?

Here's my bet. You'll be happier. I guarantee it.

Monday, September 17, 2007

Path to Heaven


A picture speaks a thosand words, they say...

Last week I gave myself a grand treat...by visiting my parents! The daily routine had killed many such simple pleasures in life and in the last two years I was so caught up in things that I started visiting them annually. And I also started acting as if there was just no time to even think of any such activity. How stupid of me!

Suddenly I decided 'that's enough of it' and we just drove away. The very thought of me 'deciding what is important' and taking a 'I will do as I please' stance was so exciting & refreshing that there was no stopping! We all enjoyed ourselves so much nobody kept track of what happened in those five days of togetherness.

We also happened to visit some nearby locations. Surprisingly the first thought that came to my mind while framing these wonderful scenes through the LCD panel of my camera was 'how beautiful and nice will they look on my laptop as a desktop image...' and then suddenly the shock hit me. What am I caught up with? Immediately, the camera was put aside and we just took in the surroundings quietly.
Of course, there was no further photo session.

Saturday, September 01, 2007

Tender minds

Sometime back the news papers carried an article about this 10-year-old boy who prefers fighting bulls to playing football. He is Rafita Mirabal, the world’s youngest matador,already has 30 bullfights under his belt.

As per the papers he is quoted as saying “I get bored running up and down a field with a ball,” explains Rafita. “But if I don’t turn just right when a bull is charging at me —that’s much more exciting.”

Dad Rafael happily admits to passing on his own obsession with the sport to his son. “I’ve always loved it,” he says. “I used to watch bullfights as a kid, but I never expected that Rafita would become a fighter. “I showed him videos and read him stories and he was hooked. From the age of four we bought him toy bulls and simulated the fight. He talked about bulls every day.”

But there is one matador’s custom that Rafita is yet to carry out — the final death blow. He isn’t strong enough yet to drive a sword into a bull’s heart. “He might just wound the bull and then they’d say it is cruel,” says his manager Jose San Martin, referring to animal rights protests.

But both he and Rafael hope Rafita will start killing bulls by October — a month before his 11th birthday. “He’s almost ready,” says his dad. “He is almost strong enough.”It will be a proud moment for us when it happens.”

What do you think about a 10 year old boy waiting to drive his sword into the heart of his first bull? Even if in his country bull fighting is an accepted sport and there are no laws determining lower limit of age to participate in such a sport.
There are a lot of such situations in India too. There is the case of a doctor couple who made their 16 year old son perform a caesarian and recorded the whole procedure. There is the kid Budhia participating in marathon after marathon at a tender age.

Is it ultimate performance? Or is it deprivation of childhood? Will there be any such thing as a tender mind anymore?