Well..as i was checking some of my old stuff i have found n interesting letter which my friend gave me when i was 17teen (the attitude building age)for a while it just flashed that i stooped doing this....the letter says as follows..
Life is full of choices it just trows number of alternatives to pick and ur choice dictates ur fate on that matter.Every situation in life gives a multiple choice...like i want to eat ice cream and i have choices to select flavors chocolate or vanilla or butterscotch....so select from options.
The same way in life tooo when situation makes u to upset the same situation gives u options before reacting to it like....(A)feel bad (B)Learn 4m it (c) Stand up and redo it (D)Cry that it's ur fate.... so, which one do u select and u r selection gives u the fruits good or bad..
Another classic example..from life's book If something did not work out in life we normally pic the general option "why this happens only to me" without looking at the total choices before reaction, even this gives u options...the options are (A)"why this happens only to me" (B)It's nice that it happened to me ill never make it happen (C)Thank god the worst did not happened (D)Lee me solve the problem once again.....
IN this way the letter goes on and on....with many life's practical examples.
This was the letter i have received from am very elderly person whom i treat as friend...and i started doing this since my 12th standard days....started looking at every thing which demands my reaction funnily i started choosing the coolest option available....
So guys just start looking at the available options before reacting....Mark my words u will feel more relaxed and stop saying "why this happens only to me"
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Sunday, December 7, 2008
The Goblet of LifE
ONCE I held a well-carved brimming goblet,--
In my two hands tightly clasp'd I held it,
Eagerly the sweet wine sipp'd I from it,
Seeking there to drown all care and sorrow.
Amor enter'd in, and found me sitting,
And he gently smiled in modest fashion,
Smiled as though the foolish one he pitied.
"Friend, I know a far more beauteous vessel,
One wherein to sink thy spirit wholly;
Say, what wilt thou give me, if I grant it,
And with other nectar fill it for thee?"
Oh, how kindly hath he kept his promise!
For to me, who long had yearn'd, he granted
Thee, my Lida, fill'd with soft affection.
When I clasp mine arms around thee fondly,
When I drink in love's long-hoarded balsam
From thy darling lips so true, so faithful,
Fill'd with bliss thus speak I to my spirit
"No! a vessel such as this, save Amor
Never god hath fashion'd or been lord of!
Such a form was ne'er produced by Vulcan
With his cunning, reason-gifted hammers!
On the leaf-crown'd mountains may Lyaeus
Bid his Fauns, the oldest and the wisest,
Pass the choicest clusters through the winepress,
And himself watch o'er the fermentation:
Such a draught no toil can e'er procure him!"
Thanks John Oliver for the inputs.....
In my two hands tightly clasp'd I held it,
Eagerly the sweet wine sipp'd I from it,
Seeking there to drown all care and sorrow.
Amor enter'd in, and found me sitting,
And he gently smiled in modest fashion,
Smiled as though the foolish one he pitied.
"Friend, I know a far more beauteous vessel,
One wherein to sink thy spirit wholly;
Say, what wilt thou give me, if I grant it,
And with other nectar fill it for thee?"
Oh, how kindly hath he kept his promise!
For to me, who long had yearn'd, he granted
Thee, my Lida, fill'd with soft affection.
When I clasp mine arms around thee fondly,
When I drink in love's long-hoarded balsam
From thy darling lips so true, so faithful,
Fill'd with bliss thus speak I to my spirit
"No! a vessel such as this, save Amor
Never god hath fashion'd or been lord of!
Such a form was ne'er produced by Vulcan
With his cunning, reason-gifted hammers!
On the leaf-crown'd mountains may Lyaeus
Bid his Fauns, the oldest and the wisest,
Pass the choicest clusters through the winepress,
And himself watch o'er the fermentation:
Such a draught no toil can e'er procure him!"
Thanks John Oliver for the inputs.....
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
You just drive me crazy….
The following is some scribbling dnt knw you really call it as poetry.....but i feel it ...i express it.....
Hooo sounds of the nature the big thunders making me not any more me
Heavy rain, moon soo tender making me crazy…yeah really crazy
Standing in the corridors of lab….wearing a shorts and light Te
Lightning hitting me and sound of the thunder….just missing a hot coffee…..
Totally forgot abt the reaction running on the lab bench…..
Romantic songs with heavy metal mix made my feet tap …..hooo
What sense this writing is making ? I dnt knw….
Trance conquered me…..ruling me…..nature just driving me crazy…..
Hey my dream gal…….where r u?
Even do u think abt me sometimes?
Take my message of “missing u” here am sending by this wind……
Take my “soft concern” here am sending by this moon’s light…
You knw…..my dream gal…..m knows as a serious workaholic in my lab….
Now am just jumping and dancing at night
“Pranay” my project student is just shocked looking at me……
Me making mad a mad? Or madness making me more mad…
I dnt knw n I dnt even wanna knw m enjoying this tipsy feelin’……
….I think this rain and wind jointly planned to make me crazy…..
Wanna romance all the night with the wind……hooo shit what’s happening to me ?
Need to submit monthly research report 2morro…..
I dnt care….lee me enjoy this trance…lemme die…..
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