Where the clear stream of reason has not lost it's way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit.


The Simple Power of Genuine Kindness: A True Story

My client acquired a large company and I went along for his initial meetings with his new employees. In the afternoon he planned a company-wide address.

That morning, we met for several hours with top executives. (Talk about emotions on full display: ego, anxiety, obsequiousness, defensiveness, fear, excitement… When the new sheriff comes to town all the icy-cool corporate masks are quickly removed.)

The meeting ended at noon and when we walked out fifteen minutes later he noticed a sizable buffet set up on the other side of the atrium. There were plenty of people standing around in white coats and black slacks but no one in line or sitting at tables.

“What’s that for?” he asked a person walking past.

“The company arranged a meal for after your meeting,” she said. “A local restaurant closed for the day to come here.” She paused. “I think the chef and her staff were really excited about it,” she said, her voice trailing off at the end.

“Has anyone eaten?” he asked.

“Um, I don’t think so,” she said.

He stood looking a few moments. Even from a distance it was evident the catering staff was confused and disappointed.

“Come on,” he said to me. “We’re eating.”

And we did.

But he did more than just eat. He spent a few minutes talking to every — every – member of the staff. Many already knew who he was and while initially hesitant they quickly warmed up to him.

And why wouldn’t they? He complimented the food. He complimented the service. He joked and laughed. And when we had finished eating he said, “We can’t let great food go to waste!” and borrowed two white coats so we could serve them. Then he made the rounds of the tables and happily leaned into all the selfies.

When we finally left, he waved and smiled.

They smiled bigger.

Sure, it took a lot of his time. Sure, it took him off point and off focus and off schedule.

Sure, they loved him for it.

I already knew the answer but as we got in the car I still asked. “I know your schedule,” I said. “You didn’t have time to stop to eat. Besides, no one else did, so no one would have noticed.”

“I felt bad for them,” he said. “They tried hard to do a good job and everyone blew them off. How bad must that feel? So it was the least I could do.

“Maybe my staff thought they were too busy,” he continued. “Or maybe they thought they were too important. But clearly they were too self-absorbed to notice they were hurting other people’s feelings.”

He thought for a few seconds. “And maybe they’re the wrong people for the job, ” he said.**

Much of the time we want famous people to be so humble they don’t recognize there’s a fuss, or a special buzz surrounding, or that people are excited to see them. We want them to be oblivious to their fame or importance. (After all, if they’re tooaware… that means they’re too full of themselves.)

But what we should really want is for famous or notable people to recognize that in the eyes of others, they are special — and that other people might want something from them, even if that something is the simple recognition that what they do matters.

Because it does.

Picture a CEO walking into a building for an important meeting. Maybe he says hello to the receptionist. (Maybe.) Otherwise he only has time for the people at his level. It’s like no one else exists; they’re just unseen cogs in a giant machine.

Unfortunately, at times, we all do the same thing. We talk to the people we’resupposed to talk to. We recognize the people we’re supposed to recognize. We mesh with the cogs in the machine we’re expected to mesh with, but there are many other important cogs.

So go out of your way to smile to everyone. Or to nod. Or to introduce yourself.

And when someone does something to help you, even in the smallest way and even if it’s their job to do so, go out of your way to say thanks. Make it your mission to recognize the people behind the tasks: the people that support, that assist, and that make everything possible.

Even though most of us aren’t famous or notable, by recognizing people — especially those who have been conditioned not to expect to be recognized — we add a little extra meaning and dignity to their lives.

And that’s the best reason to go off point, off focus, and off task.

Although, when you think about it, you really aren’t taking yourself away from an important task. You’re just shifting to an equally important task: showing people they matter — especially to you.

** Six months later only three of the original 22 remained.

-Jeff Haden

Link : https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/simple-power-genuine-kindness-true-story-jeff-haden

A story of integrity….

In the wake of numerous chain snatching events throughout India in the past few years, this story comes as a refreshing one…Humanity still exists, a heart warming story this one… :)

Youth returns gold chain found on road

Kolar: In a case of display of honesty, a youth has returned a gold ‘mangalasutra’ which he found on the road to its owner here.

Mala, a resident of Karanjikatte locality, lost her mangalasutra on Wednesday when she went out for shopping. Even after a frantic search, she could not find the chain, and later gave up her effort.

Tabarez, a mechanic working in a garage in Rajanagar area, found the mangalasutra while he was returning to his house. He decided to trace its owner and explained his intention to some of his friends.

Among his friends were residents of Karanjikatte who were aware about Ms. Mala losing the chain. They took Mr. Tabarez to Ms. Mala’s house and returned the chain to her.

A relieved Ms. Mala expressed deep gratitude to Mr. Tabarez and praised his integrity.

-The Hindu, 27 Feb 2015


The Master’s Wisdom

Much publicity was made for the address the Master would deliver on ‘The Destruction of the World’ and a large crowd gathered at the monastery grounds to hear him. The address was over in less than a minute.

All he said was: “These things will destroy the human race: politics without principle, progress without compassion, wealth without hard work, learning without applying, religion without belief and worship without awareness.”

Irena Sendler “An Angel among us”


Never heard of this woman… Such an inspiring story… And look at her face…So full of contentment….

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Sculpted in time…

Down Syndrome Affected Girl Madison Tevlin – What an inspiring story!

Well my blog is equi-religious(if there exists a word like that ;) ) . However , I’d like to share a verse from the Bible which to me… is a really really wise answer to a very very puzzling question…

And His disciples asked Him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he would be born blind?” Jesus answered, “It was neither that this man sinned, nor his parents; but it was so that the works of God might be displayed in him.”

Surely Dear Madison Tevlin… You are displaying the works of God through your singing and we all do respect you and will vow to work hard in life as you have!



Social Media Sabbatical : The new treks through Nepal….

Why you should take a social media sabbatical

 Paul Jarvis is a best-selling author and designer. He writes weekly for his popular newsletter and runs an online course on becoming a better freelancer.

One of my clients told me that social media sabbaticals are the new treks through Nepal. Taking a social media sabbatical is trendy, takes some courage, and for most westerners, it’s outside the realm of possibility. But (thankfully for me), it doesn’t require as much physical fitness as a hiking the Himalayas.

I’ve spent the last two months on a break from social. No tweets, no instas—nothing. I went an extra step and stopped sending newsletters or doing interviews, as well.

Rewinding to whatever “the norm” was before my break: I spent lots of time onsocial media. As an author, product maker, self-employed, brand-builder type person, I’ve used social to build awareness of what I do and what I sell. I use it to connect, network, and stay in touch with friends (most of whom I’ve become friends with on those networks).

There haven’t been active notifications on any device I own for years (they’re far too distracting). So even before my hiatus, I only noticed social when I logged into it, which was often.

I went from a few hours a day on social to none.

And it was quiet.

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Almost eerily quiet.

Remarkably, it wasn’t as difficult as I thought it’d be. The time I would have spent tweeting or posting photos was spent working instead. And my work was done quicker. Not just because the time typically spent online socializing was replaced with space, but because I had no choice but to work on my work for longer. Which meant I could get more efficient with it.

For those of you who may have been following along with me, you already know about my penchant for experimenting. One of my favorite experiments is to take something I think I can’t live without and try to eliminate it from my life.

Sometimes I fail (for example, living without furniture is possible but really bad for one’s back). Sometimes I realize what I thought would be lacking isn’t lacking at all (like when I turned off all notifications on all my computers and phones). One time, I realized that giving up spending any money for six months (other than for food) makes it really hard to publish a book that requires money to hire experts (like editors, photographers, etc).

What I liked about my experiment to take a long break from social was that it opened up space. Space to think. Space to be alone with my thoughts. Space to explore.

And most of all, space to focus.

But that’s boring!

Neil Gaiman (who’s at least 42.7 times more smart than I am) says that the best way to come up with really awesome ideas is to get really bored. But we don’t let ourselves get bored anymore.

When all the small gaps in our days are filled with refreshing or sharing, there’s no room left to just sit and breathe and let whatever thoughts that want to happen… just happen. There are more ideas—not fewer—when you remove noise.

There is no longer space in our lives. We can’t wait in line without getting on ourphones. Or sit on a bus. Or eat. Or wake up. Or wait for an elevator. Or watch a sunset.

Extra, dangling seconds force most of us to reach for our pockets and pull out ourtiny computers that connect to the Internet. We must scroll and react to whatever shows up on our screen, as if by some neurological impulse.

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Social media definitely forces me to think about whatever is on my screen. Sometimes it’s something I don’t want to think about, like football (American or European). Sometimes it’s something that riles me up, like proposed pipelines going through my Province. Sometimes I’m taken from a happy place to being angry, frustrated, sad, or hurt.

It’s all outside of my control because I’m passively letting whatever stimulus floats into my tiny screen affect me.

When social is gone, I’m more in charge of my stimulus. I get to pick what I want think about (sometimes) and what I focus on. Or what I want to learn more about or not learn about at all.

When you work for yourself, social media is almost like a water cooler. I miss that aspect of it, because most connecting in my day happens online. Sure, I still text with my good friends or email or Skype. But the circle of people I connect with is much smaller when I’m not on social.

Without social, I only connect with people who I’m decent friends with. Not the periphery of people I like and like to interact with, but am not very close to. Without social, there are no new people in my circles, either. So my world got smaller.

Sometimes a quiet small is good.

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There are no interruptions, no comparisons of what I’m doing versus what others are publicly achieving. No mob to join in with or chastise when current events become the hot topic. There’s just me—myself, my thoughts (a scary picture – painted by rats with a penchant for the macabre), and my work.

I realized that society doesn’t stop happening if I’m not tuned into it 24/7. Bigger things will find their way to me, maybe not instantly, but when I’m ready for them. Important people will stay in touch. Even though 60+ days passed, social won’t be a drastically different landscape with new rules and customs.

Who knows if I’ll be on social media less now that my randomly chosen amount of time to be off it has passed. Or if I’ll go back at all. Most of the time now, unless I’ve got something silly to say or I miss people there, I don’t feel like I want to go back. I don’t mind that the space it used to take up is now simply kept as space.

Unlike a trek through the Himalayas, I’m not sure if I’ve come back from this sabbatical a changed man or with a radically different view. I’m certainly not more worldly (although I have grown a dishevelled beard). But it does remind me that sometimes feeling like I could be missing out is really just missing out on the present.

And the space to focus is a truly wonderful thing for a creative mind.

Courtesy : http://thenextweb.com/lifehacks/2015/01/24/take-social-media-sabbatical/?


I think an important lesson from the game is that once you have made a move, you cannot take it back. You really have to measure your decisions. You think a lot. You evaluate your choices very carefully. There’s never any guarantee about what’s going to follow once you have made a decision.

— Viswanathan Anand,Former World Chess Champion

The Piano Man at the Airport…. Truly enchanting!

Sometimes I feel like I have’nt used my talent (I’m a guitarist) to my utmost potential…Videos like this make me feel like that… It takes alot of hard-work and dedication to be such a beautiful instrumentalist… hopefully one day I get there…

A small act of humility is all it takes….

Coming from the most powerful man in the world… This small act of humility is really heart-warming…


The Dirtiest Secret of My Life….

By Swati Bhattacharya

I leave work at 5.30. This is a dirty little secret of my work life. In my 22 years in advertising I have not given JWT my nights. I know how bizarre it might sound.

There have been times I’ve romanticized people who work late, often found them cooler, sexier and more talented than me. And still I have found myself picking up my bag and tiffin box latest by 7 pm.

And I know many, many of my male colleagues have judged me and hinted that I’m a slacker. They’ve looked at the watch pointedly around 5.30 pm and said, “Isn’t it time for you to pack up?” Men often think it’s a very cool provider thing to stay back in office. They even get that President Of The World tone when they call their wives and girlfriends to say, “I’ll be late”. The tone suddenly acquires a fireman at work or a doc in ER urgency. The call is always brief. Tight. Compressed. But right after the call I have seen them saunter into the smoking area, send the canteen guy for an errand, debate endlessly on Sachin’s retirement, slowly sip a cup of tea — more slowly than you would in a Polish art film — and then maybe huddle on some work issue very, very, reluctantly. They play games on the computer, get to know the new people, reunite with the old ones but all along with a sense of purpose.

Why can’t women enjoy the afterwork hours like men? Here’s why. When we return late we feel guilty. We imagine the anguish of our kids when they are waiting.Or moms. We know that when it comes to our work life, even our girlfriends are not so empathetic. They expect us to be there. Like our kids and our dogs. Our maid. Or maybe even the mali.

For men it’s a different story. Every Indian mother thinks mera beta khoon pasine ki kamai karta hai. Mere bete par bahut work pressure hai. Bada heavy stress hai. And that’s why men like this staying-at-work thing. It helps them perpetuate this myth of hard-working male provider. If you spend just 2 hours extra doing just about nothing at work, you’ll get a hero’s welcome at home. The wife will get the tea. And the mother will hush your children rudely if they are running around in the living room. If you come home by 9 pm, the children are already in bed and obviously you cannot help them with their homework even if you wanted to. And if you come home at ten, it’s even better. You don’t even have to walk the dog.

For men coming home late has all kinds of privileges. It’s a badge of honour, a moment of quiet pride. And that’s why they are proud to stay late. Proud to hang in the office. Proud to be absent. It doesn’t work like that for us. We want to kill ourselves if our kids go to sleep without seeing us. We are scared of what the class teacher might think of the shabby homework. We feel terrible if our kid goes to a birthday party without a gift. So we come home on time to do the stuff we have to do. And then stay up at night to do the work. We do it privately. Quietly with no show and tell. That’s the way it is with us. So next time you pick up your bag at 5.30 pm, do it with your chin up, chest out! We women do double shifts. Men don’t.

Swati Bhattacharya is the national creative director of JWT India.
Every woman must read this article.


But First, Let Me Take A Selfie


Good article!! Have to reblog this one… My personal take on this is that selfie once in a while is good…But it should’nt be an obsession and should be used at appropriate places…. Technology must not intrude our lives…. and definitely must be avoided in sensitive situations & circumstances….

Originally posted on The City:

According to Snapchat in May 2014, the app's users were sending 700 million photos and videos per day. (Photo: wikimedia commons) According to Snapchat in May 2014, the app’s users were sending 700 million photos and videos per day. (Photo: Wikimedia Commons)

The public has been asked to think before taking out their mobile phones to capture pictures of horrific accidents.  the appeal follows the death of toddler on the way to kindergarten in Waterford.

The Waterford City Fire Station had to make the plea on it’s Facebook page after a fatal road accident in the city centre claimed the life of two-year-old Daenerys Crosbie earlier this month.

To think people could stand there and watch a toddler fight for her life, let alone video it on their mobile phones, turns my stomach and I’m sure many more around the country.

On the city’s fire service’s Facebook status, they described how a few onlookers immediately reached for their phones to take “ghoulish, thoughtless and extremely distasteful” videos and images of the horrifying…

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The squirrel brave: testimony from a playground

Recently I happened to witness a strange event in our indoor badminton court where I enjoy playing daily after a hectic daily schedule as a doctor, with fellow-players from different age-groups.

One evening, as the game was on, one player abruptly stopped and started staring at a particular spot. In that corner of the court we found two little creatures about the size of a little finger, writhing. Their eyes were unopened, their pink skin fresh: we could see the internal organs. We wondered where they had come from. Then we saw a squirrel on the rooftop, desperately calling and searching for its little ones.

So the baby squirrels had fallen accidentally from their hideout on the roof, surviving a 30-foot fall. It was heart-rending to see the squirrel calling out to its lost ones, and the equally desperate baby squirrels responding in their own feeble language.

Suddenly, the mother spotted them and promptly started climbing down. Soon it was fussing over them. It was a moving sight to see the mother squirrel comforting, reassuring and tending to them.

The squirrel then picked up one of the infants in her teeth and hopped to the nearest exit. We felt relieved and relaxed, and a sense of mudita (sympathetic joy, which is a sublime state of mind according to the Buddha) came over us.

The game suspended, we waited in silence expecting the return of the squirrel to pick up the second baby, which had by then fallen silent, tired after repeated distress calls.

After half an hour or so, just as we were losing hope and wondering what to do with the orphaned squirrel, the mother squirrel started her descent from the roof again.

In no time, it picked up the second infant and disappeared to safety. The intelligence, the courage and the maternal instinct of the mother-squirrel left us in stunned disbelief.

While humans as a race may claim superiority on this planet earth, the courageous act of devotion of the mother squirrel made us to believe it was no less inferior to humans.

After all, Mother Nature treats all its creations on equal terms.

Courtesy: ‘The Hindu’ Daily Newspaper

Article by thangathais@yahoo.com

Truth behind the Fantasy of Porn.. by Former Porn Star, Shelley Lubben

An eye-opening perspective from the inside of the industry. Definitely worth the read.

Dedicated to all the porn actresses who caught HIV, died from drug overdose and committed suicide.

Sex-packed porn films featuring freshly-dyed blondes whose evocative eyes say “I want you” is quite possibly one of the greatest deceptions of all time. Trust me, I know. I did it all the time and I did it for the lust of power and the love of money. I never liked sex. I never wanted sex, and in fact I was more apt to spend time with Jack Daniels than some of the studs I was paid to “fake it” with. That’s right, none of us freshly-dyed blondes like doing porn. In fact, we hate it. We hate being touched by strangers who care nothing about us. We hate being degraded with their foul smells and sweaty bodies. Some women hate it so much they can be heard vomiting in the bathroom between scenes. Others can be found outside smoking an endless chain of Marlboro lights…

But the porn industry wants YOU to think we porn actresses love sex. They want you to think we enjoy being degraded by all kinds of repulsive acts. The truth, porn actresses have showed up on the set not knowing about certain requirements and were told by porn producers to do it or leave without being paid. Work or never work again. Yes, we made the choice. Some of us needed the money. But we were manipulated and coerced and even threatened. Some of us caught HIV as a result of that coercion. I personally caught Herpes, a non-curable sexually transmitted disease. Another porn actress went home after a long night of numbing her pain and put a pistol to her head and pulled the trigger. Now she’s dead.

It’s safe to say most women who turn to porn acting as a money-making enterprise, probably didn’t grow up in healthy childhoods either. Indeed, many actresses admit they’ve experienced sexual abuse, physical abuse, verbal abuse and neglect by parents. Some were raped by relatives and molested by neighbors. When we were little girls we wanted to play with dollies and be mommies, not have big scary men get on top of us. So we were taught at a young age that sex made us valuable. The same horrible violations we experienced then, we relive as we perform our tricks in front of the camera. And we hate every minute of it. We’re traumatized little girls living on anti-depressants, drugs and alcohol acting out our pain in front of you who continue to abuse us.

As we continue to traumatize ourselves by making more adult films, we use more and more drugs and alcohol. We live in constant fear of catching AIDS and sexually transmitted diseases. Every time there’s an HIV scare we race to the nearest clinic for an emergency checkup. Pornographers insist on giving viewers the fantasy sex they demand all the while sacrificing the very ones who make it happen. In other words, no condoms allowed. Herpes, gonorrhea, syphilis, chlamydia, and other diseases are the normal anxieties we walk around with daily. We get tested monthly but we know testing isn’t prevention. Besides worrying about catching diseases from porn sex, there are other harmful activities we engage in that are also very dangerous. Some of us have had physical tearing and damage to internal body parts.

When porn actresses call it a day and head home we attempt to have normal healthy relationships, but some of our boyfriends get jealous and physically abuse us. So instead we marry our porn directors, while others prefer lesbian relationships. It’s a real memory making moment when our daughter accidentally walks out and sees mommy kissing another girl. My daughter will vouch for that one.

On our days off we walk around like zombies with a beer in one hand and a shot of whiskey in the other. We aren’t up to cleaning so we live in filth most of the time, or we hire a sweet foreign lady to come in and clean up our mess. Porn actresses aren’t the best cooks either. Ordering in is normal for us and most of the time we throw up after we eat because we’re bulimic.

For porn actresses who have children, we are the world’s worst mothers. We yell and scream and hit our kids for no reason. Most of the time we are intoxicated or high, and our four year olds are the ones picking us up off the floor. When clients come over for sex, we lock our children in their rooms and tell them to be quiet. I used to give my daughter a beeper and tell her to wait at the park until I was finished.

The truth is there is no fantasy in porn. It’s all a lie. A closer look into the scenes of a porn star’s life will show you a movie that the porn industry doesn’t want you to see. The real truth is we porn actresses want to end the shame and trauma of our lives but we can’t do it alone. We need you men to fight for our freedom and give us back our honor. We need you to hold us in your strong arms while we sob tears over our deep wounds and begin to heal. We want you throw out our movies and help piece together the shattered fragments of our lives. We need you to pray for us so God will hear and repair our ruined lives.

So don’t believe the lie anymore. Porn is nothing more than fake sex and lies on videotape. Trust me, I know.


Follow your heart….

Whatsoever you do…

Recently I read this interesting stats that 20% of the world’s rich consume 80% of the world’s resources! The rest of the world (80% of the total population) consume the remaining 20%….Today as I sat in church and the choir sang this song, I was just contemplating on the relevance of this song…. So much the need of the hour in today’s world of consumerism,selfishness,depression & greed…


“Whatsoever you do to the least of my brothers, that you do unto me.

When I was hungry, you gave me to eat;

When I was thirsty, you gave me to drink.

Now enter into the home of My Father.


Whatsoever you do to the least of my brothers, that you do unto me.


When I was homeless, you opened your door;

When I was naked, you gave me your coat.

Now enter into the home of My Father.


Whatsoever you do to the least of my brothers, that you do unto me.


When I was weary, you helped me find rest.

When I was anxious, you calmed all my fears.

Now enter into the home of My Father.


Whatsoever you do to the least of my brothers, that you do unto me.”

Life’s change agent – Death….

“No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”

-Steve Jobs

Coffee On The Wall


I sat with my friend in a well-known coffee shop in a neighboring town of Venice, Italy, the city of lights and water.

As we enjoyed our coffee, a man entered and sat at an empty table beside us. He called the waiter and placed his order saying, “Two cups of coffee, one of them there on the wall.”

We heard this order with rather interest and observed that he was served with one cup of coffee but he paid for two.

When he left, the waiter put a piece of paper on the wall saying “A Cup of Coffee”.

While we were still there, two other men entered and ordered three cups of coffee, two on the table and one on the wall. They had two cups of coffee but paid for three and left. This time also, the waiter did the same; he put a piece of paper on the wall saying, “A Cup of Coffee”.

It was something unique and perplexing for us. We finished our coffee, paid the bill and left.

After a few days, we had a chance to go to this coffee shop again. While we were enjoying our coffee, a man poorly dressed entered. As he seated himself, he looked at the wall and said, “One cup of coffee from the wall.”

The waiter served coffee to this man with the customary respect and dignity. The man had his coffee and left without paying.

We were amazed to watch all this, as the waiter took off a piece of paper from the wall and threw it in the trash bin.

Now it was no surprise for us – the matter was very clear. The great respect for the needy shown by the inhabitants of this town made our eyes well up in tears.

Ponder upon the need of what this man wanted. He enters the coffee shop without having to lower his self-esteem… he has no need to ask for a free cup of coffee… without asking or knowing about the one who is giving this cup of coffee to him… he only looked at the wall, placed an order for himself, enjoyed his coffee and left.

A truly beautiful thought. Probably the most beautiful wall you may ever see anywhere!

-Author Unknown

Wisdom Evergreen…

* Silence is more than just a lack of words.


* A camel does not tease another camel about his humps..


* The trees with most leaves will not necessarily produce juicy fruit.


* There is no better mirror than the face of an old friend.


* Because we focused on the snake, we missed the scorpion.


* Yesterday’s drunkenness will not quench today’s thirst.


* If you put a rope around your neck, many people will be glad to drag you by it.


* For the benefit of the flowers, we water the thorns, too.


* They couldn’t beat the donkey so they beat the saddle.


* In the house of a blacksmith the ornaments are made of wood.





The ‘Test of India’s Soul’

The ruling party of India, The ‘Indian National Congress'(INC) has abused the system..They’ve played vote bank politics and even divided a state for personal gain…Little did they know it would backfire…They are literally left with nothing and have a huge population waiting to drive them out of power!…They have been involved in far too many scams…. I don’t have an idea why Rahul Gandhi is portrayed as a PM candidate when there are far more experienced and able members in the Congress…The country is literally waiting in desperation for a change after 10 years of Congress Rule… They have exploited the votes of minorities with their ‘secular’ credentials yet their promises have been half-hearted…There has not been much improvement in the living standards of Muslims and Christians alike in India…

How can a party such as the ‘Bharatiya Janata Party'(BJP) which openly has Ram Mandir on it’s election manifesto ever be a truly national party?? I cannot understand.. And the party claims to be against corruption and vote bank politics…Yet brings back Mr. Yeddyurappa in the State of Karnataka because of his lingayat vote bank(even though he is highly corrupt)….The PM candidate(as capable as he is) openly says of being a proud RSS worker.. The same RSS which Nathuram Godse belonged to..Nathuram Godse for your information is the assassin of the revered Mahatma Gandhi… They say they are protectors of the Hindu Rashtra, protectors of the culture of our nation..Yet women in Mangalore were slapped and kicked for drinking in pubs when the party was in power… This mind you in a nation where there are women deities who are worshipped…

Then there is Aam Aadmi Party(AAP)…They started off with a noble cause but they still have’nt proved themselves as political leaders who can persevere and bring about change…Speaking lofty words yet not staying in power for more than 40 days in Delhi…Doing dharnas in the middle of the city & making things inconvenient for the people who voted for them…Calling themselves anarchists… ….Can a party as unorganised as AAP stand a chance in front of giants like BJP and Congress…Should’nt they have proved their strength by ruling Delhi for 5 years and then gone on to the national stage??

In the face of all these circumstances who do I actually vote for??
On one side as a religious minority I feel threatened for my basic safety and also for the peace and harmony of this nation…On the other side…You want all these scams to end and a more progressive India which is clean and non-corrupt…

As a responsible citizen.. Who wants development along with peace, prosperity and right governance…Who would you vote for??..

This election to me is the ‘ Test of India’s Soul ‘ where the foundation of our nation will be shaken….Every individual must test his heart, his beliefs and his character before laying his vote… It will be a spiritual battle between Intellect & The Heart… Anger & Patience…Emptiness & Hope…

Do let me know what you feel…

Thanks for reading with patience :)



Nature’s lessons & the human response….

In forests, individual trees support one another. By interlocking their roots with other trees around them, they are able to stand as a grove against any wind…

This is a big contrast from us humans…Divided by religion,race & ideologies… Forget interlocking of hands, we wont dare to look the other person in the eye…

Sometimes I wonder if nature is God’s way of teaching various lessons to us humans… Sadly even nature is abused for personal-gains :(

And there are many superficial programmes run by various governments and NGOs which claim to be protectors of nature..I somehow feel that they are mainly publicity stunts more than anything else…. There is no depth in any of the programs… These programs are still in the ‘spreading awareness’ stage and not in ‘action’ stage…Even after 10-15 years since inception??…All we see is a snap in the newspaper or a video on TV…..C’mon, you gotta be kidding me!!…

What do we do? Where are we heading? Is anybody feeling what I feel right now?

Will it reach a stage that by the time we start appreciating nature , the world would be beyond repair….







Listen to your inner voice…


“It is a small voice in you that tells you where to go when you feel lost. If you believe in that voice, you believe in yourself.”

-Azim Premji, CEO of Wipro


No arms , no legs no worries….

Posting the second video of Nick Vujicic in a span of 2 mins!… Inspired and touched by this amazing person… When each of us worry about jobs… and relationships..and families… And when we are in this mad rush of this world..It’s good to take a time-out and wonder…

Are we are grateful for all that we are blessed with??

Reason out with your inmost self…Reason out with ur soul….


Are You Easily Persuaded?

A woman and a man get into a car accident. Both of their cars are totally damaged, but amazingly neither of them is hurt. After they crawl out of the wreckage, the woman says, “Wow, look at our cars, there’s nothing left! Thank God, we are all right. This must be a sign from Him that we should be friends and not try to pin the blame on each other.” The man replied, “Oh yes, I agree with you completely.”
The woman points to a bottle on the ground and says, “And here’s another miracle. Somehow this bottle of Scotch from my back seat didn’t break. Surely God wants us to drink this Scotch and celebrate our good fortune.” Then she hands the bottle to the man. The man nods his head in agreement, opens it, and chugs about a third of the bottle to calm his nerves. He then hands it back to the woman. The woman takes the bottle, immediately puts the cap back on, and hands it back to the man.

The man asks, “Aren’t you having any?”
The woman replies, “No. I think I’ll just wait for the police…”

The gullible are easily taken for a ride, and there will be no one else to be blamed.



Clearstreamofreason ;)

Wranglers and Stranglers….

Years ago there was a group of brilliant young men at the University of Wisconsin, who seemed to have amazing creative literary talent. They were would-be poets, novelists and essayists. These men were merciless with one another. They dissected the minutest literary expression into a hundred pieces. They were heartless, tough, even mean in their criticism, and this exclusive club called themselves the ‘Stranglers’.

Not to be outdone, the women of literary talent in the university were determined to start a club of their own, one comparable to the Stranglers. They called themselves the ‘Wranglers’. They, too, read their works to one another. But there was one great difference. The criticism was much softer, more positive, more encouraging. Sometimes, there was almost no criticism at all.

Twenty years later an alumnus of the university was doing an exhaustive study of his classmates’ careers when he noticed a vast difference in the literary accomplishments of the Stranglers as opposed to the Wranglers. Of all the bright young men in the Stranglers, not one had made a significant literary accomplishment of any kind. From the Wranglers had come six or more successful writers, some of national renown such as Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, who wrote The Yearling.

What made the difference? The Stranglers strangled, while the Wranglers were determined to give each other a lift. The Stranglers promoted an atmosphere of contention and self-doubt. The Wranglers highlighted the best, not the worst.

Are you a wrangler or a strangler?? ..Needs reflection…



Life Is Like a Poker Game…

Life is like a poker game. There is a poker table, which reminds us about the fact that we are people that live on planet earth and we have a common environment where we live our life. But each player sees his life from his spot, from his area and his environment.

Each player receives two cards at the beginning. Based on these cards and on their intuition they start to bet and hope they will win or they quit the game. When we arrive in this world we get a set of talents and abilities which we will use to make it and win this game of life.

There is also the guy that is dealing, also called Dealer, having the ‘D’ letter as a mark. The role of the dealer is to watch what the players are doing and to give cards to the players when they want, but on certain conditions. In life, God is the Dealer and He gives us what we want but he asks us for something in exchange.

The player that has the best cards and the highest card wins. But in certain circumstances those that have the weakest cards may also win. In life, it’s not so important what abilities and talents you are born with, because you can work on your talents and abilities and make a “winning hand”.

All you have to do is to have trust in yourself and have trust in ‘The Dealer’. Don’t wait for the perfect day to bet. There are a lot of people who started with the worst cards in the game of life and still they won the game.

— Radu Grigore

Les Brown Motivation… Powerful as it can get!

If you want something bad enough then go out and fight for it.

Work day and night for it.

Give up your time, your peace and lose sleep for it.

If all that you dream and scheme is about it

and life seems useless and worthless without it

and if you gladly sweat for it,fret for it,plan for it

and lose all your terror of the opposition for it.

And if you simply go after that thing that you want

with all of your capacity,strength and sagacity,

faith, hope, confidence and stirred toward tenacity.

If neither cold, poverty, famish or gull,

sickness, pain, body or brain

can’t keep you away from the thing that you want.

If darkness and grim you besiege and beset it

And by God you will get it.

-Les Brown

Motivational Speaker



Only Disability in Life..

Watch this amazing video !! :)..

Who Am I?

“An immortal soul, corrupted by vice and purified by virtue, of whom the body is only an instrument”


Crash & Burn…

When you feel all alone
And the world has turned its back on you
Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart
I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you
It’s hard to find relief and people can be so cold
When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can’t take anymore

Let me be the one you call
If you jump I’ll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You’re not alone

-Savage Garden

Sometimes we’re so afraid of life , we stop living! You gotta trust someone along the way. You gotta open up…You gotta crash & burn…. And then you’ll rise back up like a falcon…Out of the ashes…. Ready to soar into the skies…Once again!…


clearstreamofreason ;)


Steve Jobs Special!

You can feel the purity in his words…Really touches your heart!…RIP Steve…


You are limitless!!

I am only one…

I am only one,

But still I am one,

I cannot do everything,

But still I can do something;

and because I cannot do everything,

I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.

-Edward Everett Hale

Conversation with God

God : Hello. Did you call me?

Me : Called you? No. Who is this?

God :This is GOD. I heard your prayers. So I thought I will chat.Me : I do pray. Just makes me feel good. I am actually busy now. I am in the midst of something.

God : What are you busy at? Ants are busy too.

Me : Don’t know. But I can’t find free time. Life has become hectic. It’s rush hour all the time.

God : Sure. Activity gets you busy. But productivity gets you results. Activity consumes time. Productivity frees it.

Me : I understand. But I still can’t figure it out. By the way, I was not expecting YOU to buzz me on instant messaging chat.

God : I just want you to know that I am trying in more ways than one to reach out to you and start a new relationship with you.

Me : Tell me, why has life become complicated now?

God : Stop analyzing life. Just live it. Analysis is what makes it complicated.

Me : Why are we then constantly unhappy?

God : You worry because you are analyzing your every move. Worrying has become your habit. That’s why you are not happy.

Me : But how can we not worry when there is so much uncertainty?

God : Uncertainty is inevitable, but worrying is optional.

Me : But then, there is so much pain due to uncertainty.

God : Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional.

Me : If suffering is optional, why do good people always suffer?

God : Diamond cannot be polished without friction. Gold cannot be purified without fire. Good people go through trials, but don’t suffer. With that experience, their life become better not bitter.

Me : You mean to say such experience is useful?

God : Yes. In every term, Experience is a hard teacher. She gives the test first and the lessons afterwards.

Me : But still, why should we go through such tests? Why can’t we be free from problems?

God : Inner strength comes from struggle and endurance, not when you are free from problems.

Me : Frankly in the midst of so many problems, we don’t know where we are heading.

God : If you look outside, you will not know where you are heading. Look inside. Looking outside, you dream. Looking inside, you awaken. Eyes provide sight. Heart provides insight.

Me : Sometimes not succeeding fast seems to hurt more than moving in the right direction. What should I do?

God : Success is a measure as decided by others. Satisfaction is a measure as decided by you.Life is about having a great journey. Don’t worry about the destination. You work with the compass. Let others work with the clock.

Me : In tough times, how do you stay motivated?

God : Always look at how far you have come rather than how far you have to go. Always count your blessing, not what you are missing.

Me : What surprises you about people?

God : When they suffer they ask, “why me?” When they prosper, they never ask “Why me”. Everyone wishes to have truth on their side, but few want to be on the side of the truth.

Me : Sometimes I ask, who am I, why am I here. I can’t get the answer.

God : Seek not to find who you are, but to determine who you want to be. Stop looking for a purpose as to why you are here. Create it. Life is not a process of discovery but a process of creation.

Me : How can I get the best out of life?

God : Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear.

Me : One last question. Sometimes I feel my prayers are not answered.

God : There are no unanswered prayers. At times, the answer is NO.

Me : Thank you for this wonderful chat.

God : Well. Keep the faith and drop the fear.Life is not a problem to be solved but a mystery to be gradually understood.

“In the end it’s not the years in your life that count, it’s the life in your years.” 
Take care my child, always remember that I’m here if you need me. Just ring me from your heart and I will be there to have a chat with you. Cya :)

Do you think that they have enough ?

How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.
-Anne Frank

Do you think that you have enough ?

Today I would like to focus on the word “Enough” and it’s meaning and relevance in 2012. What does this word mean to you? I want you to be true to yourself when you ask yourself that question. Can you say that you have ‘enough’ in life? . I can personally answer saying ‘No, I don’t think I have enough! Nothing close to enough’. :)

To me ‘Enough’ relates to the words contentment, satisfaction and completeness. It means feeling whole and knowing that you have everything in control. It means to have a nice little cushion for yourself in all aspects of life. It means to get into a comfortable situation in life.Even I do want to have a comfortable life for my family and myself. Nothing wrong in wanting that. :)

For those of you who don’t know me personally, I would say that I’m the sort of person who likes to share my inner thoughts and feelings if I feel a certain comfort level with a friend.So one day I was talking to a close pal of mine and was telling him about my plans when I find a job for myself. I told him that I want to give some of my money to the poor and needy to make a difference to someone in need.I don’t mean to come across as a self-righteous person or anything. Just sharing the truth cause I feel the urge to share my experiences with you.In reply he told me that I was too early in my career and that I should first save up for myself and family.That I must first make a good foundation for myself and then think of giving.

This thought that my friend shared with me, I’m sure, is the same thought that is there in a lot of our minds. All of us want to do good. We want to make a difference in society. We do want to do good deeds. That’s the way we humans are designed. Why do we see a beggar by the road or a crippled person and feel bad about that person’s plight? It’s cause all of us in our deeper beings want to reach out to them.But we also see our situations and our needs and we realise so many things pending to be done in our lives. We want to get to a comfortable position before we can actually do acts of charity. The fear of not having anything tomorrow if we give today is on our minds. What if there is another recession and we lose our jobs? What if someone falls sick, will I have money for their treatment? So many questions stop us from taking the first step to give.

Maybe you’ve got everything covered for yourself and your dear ones, you’ve found a good job,you’ve got into a good Grad school or you’ve got a brand new Mercedez for yourself.Maybe things are really going fine at your end. You have a fat paycheck. Can you say that you have enough? Never! All I can say is that we will never reach an end to our needs. We will never find a solution to our fears of the future. We all know that. There will never come a time when we can truly say that we’re comfortable.If we are in the illusion that we will one day, have enough, I’m afraid we might never reach that day.

I did heed my friend’s words on saving up and making a foundation for myself. I understand the need to save. I do that by reducing my expenses. Do I need another pair of shoes when I already have 2 pairs ? Do I need the latest 2 GHz,quad-core phone when I already have a 1 Ghz phone? Do I need to travel by bike when I can cycle to office? These are the ways I can save up. But the joy I find in giving money to a beggar, knowing that I’ve just fed a hungry person is something I can’t explain. I feel good to know I’m making a small itsy-bitsy difference to this world by helping someone in need.I don’t judge the beggar saying that he’s a lazy person not wanting to work. I don’t know what his past is, that made him reach this hopeless state. I choose to help him out as he is in need. Period.

I remember a famous quote which goes like this,

‘You can never be rich without knowing how to give.’
I want you to try this out today. Help someone who’s in need by the road. Buy him a burger or a packet of biscuits if you don’t want to give him money, in fear that he/she’ll go drinking. But just try helping someone in need. I assure you that you will be on the road to saying ‘I have Enough’ one fine day. :)
Signing off,
Clear Stream Of Reason :)

HDM*: Breath (180 sec.)

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HDM* = Hump Day Meditation

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