Thursday, June 10, 2010

Is the world really going to the dogs?

I read a headline in this morning’s leading newspaper – ‘Mob cashes in on accident that claims 8-year-old’. This incident seems to have happened late Sunday night when the victim was traveling with her family on an Activa. The milk van rammed into them from behind and all the three of them fell. The girl came under the wheel of the van and was crushed to death instantly.

A mob gathered and ransacked the van. After some resistance the cops some how managed to calm the situation. But, what happened later was even more tragic. It seems after the scene was cleared, some passers-by came and collected the blood stained milk bags and sold it to local tea vendors. After reading this, I was left wondering as to what was more tragic –the girl child being run over or the incident that occurred later. I mean how much can we stoop. Well, this is not the first time such an incident happened. People have packaged their avariciousness in good intentions and looted sites of disaster like building collapse, bus or train accidents etc. But, the underlying questions is, doesn’t our conscience prick us. How can we bring ourselves to think of flicking valuables when there a innumerable people groaning and writhing in pain around. Or for that matter from a corpse that lies drenched in blood or even disfigured.

Though the phrase says that it’s a dog-eat-dog world; I am sure that this seldom happens in the dog’s world. At least I have not come across any instances that are recorded in the resources available to me where a dog attacked a dog and then ate it. What I am trying to drive here is that despite being animals and having carnivorous instincts, animals seldom commit such a heinous act. But we being humans, the so called evolved and the superior among all living beings, we don’t even bat an eyelid for a second before we commit such immoral acts. When I read instances where dogs put their life at stake to save humans, I am forced to think if the world, in the literal sense, is going to the dogs.”

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Sweet Cravings

The other day I had this desperate craving for sweets. So I suggested to my friends that we visit a sweet shop. My friend teased me, if I was getting ‘pregnancy-craving’. I replied, “It’s very much possible. Life has been screwing me day-in and day-out; round the year. And, if that ever happens, I am sure, whatever comes out will not be something worth a celebration.”

Thursday, March 18, 2010

When life knocks you down, you have two choices- stay down or get up.

Your life is the sum of all the choices you make and leave. There is nothing like a right decision or a wrong one. You need to take a decision and then make it right. Henry Ford said, “If you think you can do a thing or think you can't do a thing, you're right.”

Life isn’t about cribbing over a glass of spilled milk. It’s about saying, “Oh! I can’t have this one. Let me find another glass.” How we perceive a certain situation totally defines how we feel about that situation. When you face a challenge, you can decide to crib about it for the rest of your life or you can decide to find a way to overcome it. Whatever you decide to do will influence how much that challenge will affect you.

Life is all about facing it with the right attitude. It’s about looking at challenges in the eye and telling it, “Go find someone else as weak as you.” Winning is all about developing the right perspective. “Either the glass is half empty or the glass is half filled.” How you see it decides how you will accept it. Developing the right attitude is very important. When Thomas Edison asked about the number of failures he faced before developing the electric bulb, he simply answered, “I did not fail. I just discovered a few hundred ways it could not be done.” Imagine what would have happened if Thomas Edison had quit after the initial failures. He could only succeed because he did not quit.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Just Writing

Well, its been long time since I have written something. Honestly, I don't know what I am going to write about. Right now, I am just typing what's coming to my mind.

Not much has happened in life. The same mundane rountine i.e. home-office-home-office-home-office... I have been wanting to do a lot of things. But, when I plan to sit down to do it, I just feel repulsive. Hope I can get over this syndrome soon.

For now, got to go.


Chow

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

DESTINY’S CHILDREN

17th June 2009
Wednesday

Today, once again, life has proven that it is the Big Boss, and we are mere puppets dancing to its instructions. No matter what, you will get what you are destined to get.

I always leave home around 8:55 to catch the 9:09 am Belapur train. It takes me around 10 – 12 minutes to reach the station. This means, I reach the platform by approx. 9:06am. This gives me sufficient time to reach on time for the train. However, today was a little different. A little bit of lethargy crept in and I left home after 9:00am. I assumed that I would not make it on time for my train, and therefore began walking leisurely; soaking in the morning sun and hustle bustle around.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

In the Right Place at the Right Time: 13 May 2009 –Wednesday

There is no update on the screaming old lady. In fact, I haven’t seen her after that screaming episode. Perhaps, she will just spring-up from now where and instigate an onslaught of questions in my mind.

Actually, I am not writing this piece to update you on that lady. It’s more because of an insight I had yesterday (So lazy. You may think again). I chanced upon this thought while waiting for the train (Yet another coincidence. The trains and platforms seem to be my only source and places of inspiration).

I had been to our Vashi office for a meeting. After wrapping it up, I needed to urgently rush back to Belapur. I reached the platform almost panting after my super brisk walk to the station. When I reached the platform the indicator displayed a train that was expected almost 9 minutes later. I must have missed the earlier one by a few minutes.

Muttering a few cusses, I settled on one of the vacant benches. I began to think how far the train must be at the moment. That’s when, suddenly, this thought came to me that I was at the wrong station. No. No. Not the wrong station, as-in to go to Belapur. I was very much in the right station, but not the right station to be at that point of the time to board the train that was expected. Sounds confusing? Let me put it again. I mean at that time the train I needed to board could have been nearing Mankhurd. So, If I was at Mankhurd at that moment, I could have boarded that train. Or if I would have been somewhere in Sanpada at that time, I could have boarded the previous local train that I had missed. See, being at the right place at the right time is so important. So, I waited for this place to become the right place and the right time to arrive. This happened after 9 minutes and I boarded the train and headed back to Belapur office.

In the Right Place at the Right Time: 13 May 2009 –Wednesday

There is no update on the screaming old lady. In fact, I haven’t seen her after that screaming episode. Perhaps, she will just spring-up from now where and instigate an onslaught of questions in my mind.

Actually, I am not writing this piece to update you on that lady. It’s more because of an insight I had yesterday (So lazy. You may think again). I chanced upon this thought while waiting for the train (Yet another coincidence. The trains and platforms seem to be my only source and places of inspiration).

I had been to our Vashi office for a meeting. After wrapping it up, I needed to urgently rush back to Belapur. I reached the platform almost panting after my super brisk walk to the station. When I reached the platform the indicator displayed a train that was expected almost 9 minutes later. I must have missed the earlier one by a few minutes.

Muttering a few cusses, I settled on one of the vacant benches. I began to think how far the train must be at the moment. That’s when, suddenly, this thought came to me that I was at the wrong station. No. No. Not the wrong station, as-in to go to Belapur. I was very much in the right station, but not the right station to be at that point of the time to board the train that was expected. Sounds confusing? Let me put it again. I mean at that time the train I needed to board could have been nearing Mankhurd. So, If I was at Mankhurd at that moment, I could have boarded that train. Or if I would have been somewhere in Sanpada at that time, I could have boarded the previous local train that I had missed. See, being at the right place at the right time is so important. So, I waited for this place to become the right place and the right time to arrive. This happened after 9 minutes and I boarded the train and headed back to Belapur office.