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I really don't know if this is just coincidence or déjà vu but just the day after I posted my blog on 'Its Give and Take' I was flicking channels last night and the movie 'Evan Almight' just caught my attention and there is this scene when there is a dialogue between the God and Evan Baxter in the movie: "How do we change the world ? "

God : "One Act of Random Kindness at the time..." A R C

Smiles...

Cheers!!!

Its Give and Take

When you are born you come empty handed into this world but when you die you can die rich and the best part is that you can carry along with you your hard earned accumulations which you have worked for throughout your life.

Yes, isn’t it surprising?

I know it’s too good to believe. Your reaction might be one of these ‘HOLY Cow……..are you serious'…..'So what’s the catch huh’….'There ain’t any free lunches mate…what’s the deal'……..'How can I cut my cake and eat it too’………'So what’s the trick behind this’…….'So what do I have to do in return’….These are a couple of queries you might have once you know you actually have the power to carry your accumulations.

Here is a story of a lady who is around 60 and has lived a good life. Lets just say that she is in the semi conscious state and is living her last few minutes and God himself glides down to the earth to make sure her soul has a leisurely and comfortable journey to heaven (We need our comforts boss……..whether we are alive or dead) and God is assembling our checklist on what needs to be carried along with our soul and we are all set and ready with our list.

Here is an excerpt of a conversation between the 60 yr old lady and God….

Lady : “Money : Black, white or any other colour we don’t mind, under table, above the table, in the pockets or in the underwear, in boxes, banks, cans, tins, stuffed in old shoes, in commodes, uhmmmm in the secret box which is hidden behind the grandpa’s photo frame, clandestine library chamber like the one they have in movies, a pooja room which is actually a store room to store money, below the Lakshmiji’s sculpture and uhhhhhhhhh actually everywhere around, in and out in the house will do. It’s a huge list you understand ….Right.”

Silence for two seconds…..then it begins again

Lady: “Property: My property consists of (Small little houses. You know right…..The Hill Road one, carter road , uhhu Malbar Hill, I think we picked up in Panvel too…..Uhmm do farmhouses also come under the category of ‘House’???? Sotto voice (the ones outside India will also be included right…that’s bought with hard earned cash too) OH My God! There I forgot about our offices (you know where we work really hard, where all our sweat, tears and blood is included).Lets see ….I guess you might have a list yourself right…You know kind of database on humans…So that should help you. We will take the whole lot of it… (Smiles)”

Rattles on without a pause

“Jewellery : My Kundan neck piece, my great-great-great-great grandmother’s pearl is a must. It’s sentimental. It’s has traditional value kind off then all my neck pieces with Diamonds, Ruby, Gold, Silver, Platinum, Emerald, Sapphire, Moonstones, Amber. Opal, Topaz. Uhhhhhh…then”

GOD: “UGGGGGGHHHHHHHH uhhhhhhh Lady I get the point, I will look into my little black diary….uhhhhh the human database one….Will take all the details. Not to worry”<>

Lady: “OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG”

“How can I forget, How can I forget…..Holy Cow…………This one is really important….
C-L-O-T-H-E-S ……You know, there is Armani, Benetton, Chanel, Christian Dior, DKNY, D&G, Ed Hardy, Gianna Versace, next…..”

GOD: Waving his hand frantically at the lady….”.uhhhhhhh got it again. All the designers under the English alphabet from A to Z …. I have the black book….database…remember…..got it all”.

GOD: “Is that all? Time to go”.

Lady: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO………..that’s not even the beginning. You know there is Bags -day time, afternoon, evening and for night outs, with different colours, style, fabrics and sizes. Then there are Shoes you know like day, night, matching Indian outfits or westerner wear there are many varieties as in Mojris, gladiator kind, heels with 1, 2 , 3, 4, 5 inches, sneakers, casual, stilettos, peep-toes, slips on, oshos and uhh you can refer to black diary……..Now Accessories ……….”

Yawn,Yawn. Snore, Snore………..

The list is never ending here.

Now this is not what I am talking about here when I say you can carry along with your hard earned accumulation which you have worked for throughout your life after you die.

I say it’s what one gives back to this world is what one carries with him.

And that according to me is contentment/ tranquil satisfaction of giving back something to this world. It may not be necessary to give it only to your loved and dear ones. There are many people who could do with a small helping hand. It can be a simple smile, understanding, a shoulder to cry or lean on, children who are orphans, an ear to listen to their woes and difficulties of aged parents who are left alone in this world to fight their battles in old age homes, a helping hand to hold those who cant stand on their feet, food to fill those empty stomachs who haven’t had meals since days, clothes to cover their body since they too need it to protect themselves from heat, rain and cold, chapals to cover their feet from cigarettes burns, heat and rains, medicines to those who are battling with illness, funding books, pencils, pens, school uniforms, slates and stationery's to those who want be counted among being literate, just plain understanding and love to the disabled or under developed children and many small gestures from your end can definitely earn you contentment which no money, property, jewellary or clothes can buy you.

When I say small, it can start with a simple smile and understanding on ones part. It can always be in the form of volunteering at old age homes, orphanages, hospices, schools for under developed kids etc and if you are earning you can always contribute according to ones power. It’s not necessary that everyone has to donate a huge sum but even a sum of Rs XX saved every month can make a difference to people who are not as fortunate as we are. When I say contribute it can be in any form of donating money, clothes, household items, one’s time to spend with them, second hand useable items, food, medicines etc….. (People might find this paragraph a bit or lot preachy……but I just could not edit it and no I am not a saint or a priest or hypocrite person nor is this an exaggerate version with little masala)

But all of this giving needs to be done because you believe in yourself and your actions and because you want to do it. Its not a social compulsion, it’s not because you want a better life after you die, because you believe in Moksh or Karma, or believe in ‘What goes around comes around’ nor is it a social necessity or obligations.

If you can’t do any do any of these or just don’t think you feel enough to do it then it’s completely fine. Seriously, you don’t need to justify your decision or action to anybody. It’s your decision and if you don’t feel for it then I strongly believe that you shouldn't do what you don’t believe in.

You should do it out of love and because you want to make a difference to the place where you live. When one does contribute it does not matter whether it’s big or small, what matters is that your participation or you’re attempt will make someone smile and live a better life.

When I say this I don’t mean we give up our clothes, food, money, property or other materialistic assets to people. I do not mean we give up on our social life and live like saints in Himalayas with just two piece of cloth, rudraksh mala all around your body and with little or more charas or ganja in and all over you (that’s what is always depicted in Bollywood films).

No we are humans and we do need basic requirements and some of us do need our comfort and leisure life and there is nothing wrong with it. I don’t say it’s wrong to own a property in Venice or Dharavi, nor do I say we don’t need Armani or Biba; I need Jimmy Choo shoes and Oshos from Bandra Linking road.

All I am saying is that when you respect someone they respect you back. When you love someone they love you back and when you smile at someone they smile right back at you.

It’s a give and take relationship here.

“If love does not know how to give and take without restrictions, it is not love, but a transaction that never fails to lay stress on a plus and a minus.”

All of us are blessed with our set of fortunes here but some might have more and some less and some are empty. We just need to fill in drop by drop to make it an ocean and fill in those empty ones.

You shall ask
What good are dead leaves
And i will tell you
They nourish the sore earth.
You shall ask
What reason is there for winter
And I will tell you
To bring about new leaves
You shall ask
Why are the leaves so green
And I will tell you
Because they are rich with life
You shall ask
Why must summer end
And I will tell you
So that the leaves can die
--needs reference, coming soon!


Cheers!!!

Choice

One does not know whether the word ‘Choice’ is a camouflage in our daily life.

I think it’s a camouflage.

When I hear the word choice the first thing that comes in my mind is a saying *All that glitters is not gold*

“All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold.
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgement old
Your answer had not been inscroll'd
Fare you well, your suit is cold.”
(Act II - Scene VII - Prince of Morocco, William Shakespeare’s)

According to Oxford dictionary choice means *act of choosing*, but do we actually make choices in our life. Isn’t everything in our life pre-determined…from the minute we were conceived till the day we die? We don’t have a choice on what date, month or where we are born, we don’t have a choice about what we eat when we are 6 months old, we don’t have a choice on which pre-school we want to go to, we don’t have a say in which school we want to join in.

Now many people will not agree with this. I know that as we grow up we will have choices (but are they really choices??? One is a good way which is a long hard trip and the other is a shortcut which might be smooth but there is no contentment) so we actually don’t have a choice though it might seem like we have two options.

After schooling as we become adults and are entering colleges, we have our own thinking process and freedom of speech so can call all the shots as to which course we want to join in but over here too we don’t really have a choice. {We may be interested in studying literature, history, math and chemistry…but we are forced to follow the diktats of our Education Dept. which gives us a list of predetermined courses…which are the only one’s conducted in our Universities….so not much choice there also}. We might take up science option so that we can be an Engineer which will earn us our daily bread and butter after five years ( you need to start thinking after 10th standard only what you want to be in life because you have to go through millions of exams, different courses, training, specialization etc…the list is never ending) though what we are really interested in is taking writing as our career but which rather becomes the *other* women in our life and takes in second priority though we might be really passionate and good at what we do but we need to be in this rat race of earning one million per month as our salary and need to show to the world that I am a very powerful man/women. And when we are feeling happy about ourselves that we have made the choice by ourselves…how many of us can honestly say that their choice was not influenced by what the society considers to be a respectable career option and what your family and peers expect from you…So not much of a choice if you ask me since so many factions have to appeased while making one the decision.

Marriage and Kids also do not offer choice. People might argue that no we have a choice of saying ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ to a guy or a girl. But I say it has already been decided before you make your decision.

How we die also is already planned. We can’t choose in what manner we want to die. It’s already decided. It can be through infections, accident, heart attack or you might just live to see your 100th birthday. It is not in our hands or let us say we have no say on how we die. Even suicides according to me are pre-determined action and are not out of choice.

I would say we *compromise* in our life. Very few people actually make *choices* in life and they do make decisions whether the decision is approved by ones parents, wife, kids, society, colleagues, boss, world or the society one lives in. They make choices for themselves because they know it is once in a lifetime you get this opportunity to live for yourself and not for others. You live once and you die once in a lifetime is the motto of people who makes choices.

It takes every single cell in our body to make 'Choice' and most importantly to live every single second with our ‘Choice’ without any regrets.

*Here I would like to thank Mals who sprinkled in all the right spices to make this a perfecto appetizer*

Cheers!!!

Inquisitive mind I tell you….

• Hello people, today what I need to discuss with you guys is about various questions that’s needs a bit of explanation here. I have been interacting with a friend who is Mr-Know-it-all. I have been shooting question at him to enlighten my brain on various terms and concepts and I must confess its refreshing to actually see and hear my brain churning (the brains parts were bit rusty since C was on holiday it did not have too much work to do).
  
  Now Mr-Know-it-all was kind enough to help me out. He suggested that I should read this Non-Fiction (I am not a fan of Non-Fiction books) but I thought what the freak let me try this one. Its not going to kill me (If it does I will just shut the book) so I started reading God’s Debris-A thought experiment by Scott Adams. It was a good read though I will be frank and honest that some part of the paragraphs or pages did go bouncers (totally over my head….Zoom…Zoom.) but I did actually enjoy some section in the book. After all that reading I did have couple of questions. Mr-Know-it-all did answer most of my questions (He had to because I wasn’t hanging up on him until he further blessed me with his insight. Will catch hold of him soon to answer the rest)
  
  These were my Questions:
  
  What is déjà vu?
  
  What is Reincarnation?
  
  Does Karma work? ( As in what goes around, comes around or What you sow is what you reap kind of thing)
  
  Is there actually Right and Wrong in this world?
  
  How does the concept ‘Forgive & Forget’ work? Does it actually work also ( I have my doubts)
  
  
  But I would like to know more from different perspectives. As in does human being (the animal with the brain) have the same wave length as other human on certain concepts.
  
  Let me know if do come across the ‘Eureka’ moment for these above questions. Mankind or just me would be grateful if these above questions are answered as to it will solve all our problems.
  
  
  Cheers!!!

Ganpati Baapa Mooriya, Mangal Moorthi Moriya

It’s been long time since I have been last here. C is back he is making sure we do not miss our deadlines and keeps us on our hand and feet (No I don’t work in circus, it’s a publishing house) as usual but I do credit him with the fact that whenever he is in the office it is definitely livelier, louder and filled with laughter (He is the only one who laughs at his jokes, nobody does….)

I am back on my feet after my monthly spell of the viral fever (My mom and my friends believe that my personal physician’s household runs due to me since I am his most regular patient)

OK here is with the updates

Its Ganpati time……..yipeeeeeeeee….Since I have moved down to Mumbai I actually do know the meaning of festivals. In Mumbai whether it’s Janmasthmi, Ganpati, Ramzan or Christmas it’s celebrated like no other city. Its lively, you can see colour, lights, feel the happiness in the air, its more electrifying and it’s a total live wire…..

Love this city for its spirit, belief and hope.

This city makes one beautiful picture. As I was walking towards home I did pass many mandals with Ganpati. They all truly look beautiful. I decided that I shall seek the blessing of Ganpati Baapa. As in it wasn’t an enlightened moment or ‘the moment’ but whenever I thank baapa for all his blessing, happiness and strength it brings in spirit, belief and hope in my heart. I usually don’t seek any wishes or promise him any ‘modhaks’ if he does grant my wishes (I do sometimes bribe the other gods, they look a bit more ferocious than baapa) but with baapa its more about one to one connection, and more than asking its about giving to baapa so I always thank him for what I am today, for all the ups and down, the strength, patience and the teachings of life.

Visarjan day is just couple of days from now and I will miss baapa but as they say ‘Ganpati Bapaa Mooriya, Mangal Moorthi Moriya.’

‘Lovekar Pudsha Varshi’ (Come back next year)

Shall sign out with the above statement rather than my usual 'Cheers'. Its perfect.

When the cat is away, the mice play.

Hello people, OK this time it more personal rather than world wide gossip. Since past 20 days my boss Mr C is not in town and we are having jolly good time. We don't get this opportunity often ( Like every once a year if we do behave ourselves, so then god decides to reward us and his way of rewarding us is by sending our boss on a trip) This way he enjoys his holiday and we enjoy ours. We usually just have a week holiday but this year we have been exceptionally good and he has been out of town for almost a month. So we usually have lunch treats as in all the wanna-be-tarla-dalals-sanjeev-kapoors attack the kitchen with all the gusto to prepare lunch, snacks for all the office people ( If you know me then you know I fall in a category which does not even venture toward the kitchen ) then sometimes we usually watch movies in office ( watched Harry Potter and Malgudi Days ) and this time we three musketeers from my office sneaked out for a lunch and a double movie trip. ( My birthday treat). We had a nice yummy lunch ( No we did not have bhel-puri-pani-puri-vada-pav type lunch ) and we watched 'Hangover' and back to back 'Ice Age-3D'.......Hangover was fun, its was total laughing riot...........man I need to do something similar but I don't need to go to Vegas ( anywhere would work for me ) and secondly I dont need to get married to make the trip. ( OK, people I am hinting here, please do get the point and arrange or plan up a trip yaar) an later immediately we watched Ice Age-3-3D. it was my first 3D movie( I know I am in the same area of work but this was first for me ) and the movie S#$%^. This is the first movie where I actually dozed off for around 20-25 min's. Look I am a Gujju I make sure I watch all my movies when I pay for them. ( Its kind of 'Paisa Vasul' thing ) but the movie was soooooooo boring and sad, I did not like the dialogues, not funny enough, and bloody those 3D glasses were annoying man. Overall it was a sham movie for me. But it was a good day as I later picked up two books from second-hand guy on the street towards the station. Over all it was good day.

And many more such good weeks to come, since my boss is off again for his trips (God tussi great hoon). So till then off looking out for my next back to back movie shows.

Cheers!!!

I've been down this road walkin' the line
That's painted by pride.
And I have made mistakes in my life.
That I just can't hide

Oh I believe I am ready for what love has to bring
Got myself together, now I'm ready to sing

I've been searchin' my soul tonight
I know there's so much more to life
Now I know I can shine a light
To find my way back home

One by one, the chains around me unwind
Every day now I feel that I can leave those years behind

Oh I've been thinking of you for a long time
There's a side of my life where I've been blind and so...

I've been searchin' my soul tonight
I know there's so much more to life
Now I know I can shine a light
Everything gonna be alright
I've been searchin' my soul tonight
Don't wanna be alone in life
Now I know I can shine a light
To find my way back home

Baby I been holding back now my whole life
I've decided to move on now
Gonna leave all my worries behind
Oh I belive I am ready for what love has to give
Got myself together now I'm ready to live.

Thank you guys for all the best wishes for my birthday...It was lovely to hear from each and everyone of you.. Spoke to many friends after a year or so. It was a pleasant surprise as in I wasnt really excited about the ' B-day'. Thank you for making my day. This song is for all my friends who have stood beside me throughout the years.

Cheers!!!

Phew... that was long time to be away from blogging but I do have lots to write about. Lets start with the latest scenario of 'Maid in Mumbai'....yup you got it right...Shiney Ahuja the 'Gangster' is in news with the rape charges against him made by his maid...Shiney it seems decided that page three wouldn't do him justice so he would rather see himself on page one too.Though he has done some good work in past ( as far I am concerned its just Metro and Gangster ) he does not share the same platform as other small package dynamic actors do. Mrs Anupama is finally seen and does exists. We thought it was just a rumour that Shiney is a married man since Mrs Ahuja is always away from home (Mumbai) and page three. Lets hope there is some quick work done on the case and hope to hear the final verdict soon.

Its here....NO..Its not here..Yes.... It is........In Mumbai we aren't really sure if the Monsoon has have arrived or not...cant really make up our minds.....should we dig out all our jackets, rain coats and umbrellas ( though it does not make a difference here, you still have to swim here.)
But still we don't mind ( at least for the time being ) because its a pleasant weather though we might have to face floods which may force us to stay where we are (office, home, in the bus, train, on the road it could be ANYWHERE) or we might just fall sick ooor lose our home ( those staying in slums, ground floor and footpath). I really don't know whether the Monsoons are blessing or curse. Mumbai is a city where you cant live but you cannot leave it too. I believe and do have a theory that Mumbai has only two seasons. One is Summer and the other is Monsoon and we cannot live without either of them.

“ Saifu is ecstatic I got my butt back and I don't look like a hanger” that's the latest quote by Kareena Kapoor on her size in a National newspaper. Wow......does it really matter to us whether Kareena has finally found her butt and and other parts of her autonomy. And we DONT care if Saifu is finally happy/gay/rejoicing on Kareena figure. I really don't get the point here. Whether Kareena turns to be size zero or minus five or if she has finally found that butt of hers. My questions is how the hell does it matter to us? The interview was a total crap just a plain publicity for her forth coming movie. Why cant they come up with some original ideas of marketing a movie. Really. Seriously. And we really don't want to know Siafu's sexual or physical preference ( though it can vary between Amrita Singh, Rosa, Bipasha and finally Kareena......Quite a variety Mr Khan!!!). Guys please next time you loose 1.20000 MGM's or gain like o.2567 gms or expand from 24 waist size to 35 we really don't want to know the details. Do us a favour next time guys label all these details under private category and keep it to your self.

Cheers!!!

Killing two birds with one stone!!!

Hey People.........today is a big day in many states as the V-day has finally come ( finally) .Yes, you got it, you get to VOTE today (Yipeeeeee) I hope all of you have decided to vote today and have chosen your candidate/individual/party after all the research and scrutinizing of character, education, background and the most important in my list is their CRIMINAL RECORD and background......:)... All of us do realise the fact that every vote counts and a single vote can make or break our country.....I wont be voting this year:( I only get to vote from next year since by then I will get all my confirmation/required documents )

I have always been politically inclined person ( I aspire to be the PM of this country........really...I know its difficult to take it, but don't worry if you are mean to me I will just chuck you to Iraq or Pakistan only I promise not to courier you to Amerr--Rica) but I guess till then I will do my bit. until I succeed in becoming PM one day I will take part in making small but significant decisions.

I did start with it around 6-7 years back, thanks to my friend Geetu Mansinghani......(Yupp.. That's it....Lady with the perfect hand). Its a simple task of not littering your country/city/state with papers/wrappers/plastic bags and so on and so forth........She enlightened my-tiny-mind-which-thinks-it-is-smartest-thing-since-slice bread. She explained to me about the fact there are DUSTBINS around the city, office, homes which need to be made use of, and its not a pretty little box which is on display. So, since then I have made an effort not to litter the city with my bus ticket/train pass/wrapper/bhel-puri paper/newspaper/plastic bag/chewing gum/wafer packet etl on the road or in any public place.

In fact I have made sure that people around me too get the point ..OK, I am not boasting about it ( Never need to do so coz people do it for me:)) but here is one incident. I was travelling in the train (in the evening back to home from office). A lady sitting next to me is eating yummy bhel puri (crap it made me hungry, very hungry) OK back.........(Now I will have to eat one on my way back home today) OK, after the lady finishes her snack for the evening she conveniently plans to chuck the paper outside ..........'STOP' I said and she did double take with 'Ekta Kapoor 3-angle-look'. I smiled very sweetly towards her and very politely asked her "If you find it difficult and heavy to carry the paper with you until you find a dustbin , why don't you give it to me. I will carry it for you and chuck it in a bin." There was complete silence in the compartment .........not a word..Everyone was staring at us.....I kept the smile pasted on my face ......The lady was red as tomato and was embarrassed and finally shook her head and whispered to me " No, Its alright, I will do it." Mission succeeded.........With this I learnt a fact on how people will do anything to avoid being embarrassed in public ( She did carry the heavy empty paper with her)

But I got the satisfaction on the fact that she and others did learn a lesson and I bet she will think twice before littering the city again. So keep in my mind do NOT litter your city/country because you have to live here.

Cheers!!!

OMG !!! I do mind.....

Phew.....This week has given me major jitters with the TISS rape case in Mumbai. It has left me with an eerie feeling. We have read about the rape cases of a India born American student in Mumbai. I as a human, girl and a concerned citizen of India did feel the jitters and was petrified at this incident.It shook me up after I read the detailed version of the incident in 'Mumbai Mirrior' and I was disgusted with all the explicit details. I understand the need for a newspaper to explain and caution people on how a friend betrayed the trust of those who she considered her friend but that does not justify the fact that it was written cruelly ( Can't explain the feeling ).

I still believe their are male friends who you can count on. We did not take into account about the fact that the victim who she claimed to be 'friends' with were not her friends directly ( her roommates friends) and she has not been their friend for a long period of time. I would rather define their relation as 'acquaintance'. It has been mentioned in the newspaper that she meet these guys through a room mate and had never been out with those guys more than 4-5 times. This definitely does not make them friends. And also girls please do keep in mind, when you say N O as 'NO' word be sure, loud and clear on this....

Usually I am very excited with word ' SALE'. I go total bonkers at it.......... but when the tag 'SOLD' was tagged along with the latest scandal of 'Slumdog.......... child artist Rubina it was a total shock. Rubina was to be sold by her farther to a British journo posing as a rich sheikh for 1 Crore 80 Lakhs...This is very tragic incident ....I really don't know, but after the fame of Slumdog the elder version of 'Salim and Latika' namely Dev Patel and Frieda Pinto have paved the way to Hollywood, but what happens to these little ones ? Since they might not have an idea or opportunity on how to pave their success. Who will do it for them?

I did read the interview of the child artist Shafiq Syed from the movie 'Salaam Bombay' who won the National Award for the best child artist and was livid at his condition. Shafig is based in Bangalore and drives around auto rickshaw in the city. He states on the fact that though he might have won such a prestigious award but it did not help him as he did not have anybody to guide him and also belives that limelight/fame can destroy your childhood if you do let it get in your head.

And last but the not the least........Wow it seems Adnan Sami has all the women drooling and fighting over him......Lucky man........This couldn't get much better with all that malicious accusation, scratching, biting, and displaying all the the assets and so forth.......Truly fulltu entertainment on Page 1 these days.....(Page 3 is all about the boring parties, rich and mean people at charity functions, dog shows, inauguration of underware stores etc)..... I guess Adnan ji aapko bhagwan na finally lift karwa diya......

Do drop in your comments (They can be ugly, bad and complimentary)

Cheers!!!

Old habits definately DIE hard

Its not easy to stop it. Everyone tries it really hard but it just comes to us naturally, as naturally as eating, breathing and sleeping. I have tried not doing it often, but sometimes it just happens. You can't control it. I am very good at it and renowned for this habit among all the people who know me.

Stop thinking dirty. I know you remember!!!

I am talking about Complaining and Cribbing.

All of us are cursing god, neighbour, traffic-jam, bosses, colleagues, friends, TV and so on........Oh I have even cursed my pin-up board at the office for not having any more space to hold up a couple of more sheets. I get glaring and muttering under my breath and expecting that this will clear the board.

Cursing and complaining comes to us very naturally. We are born with it. We find faults, mistakes and errors in others but we never look within our self. Do we think we are perfect? Can we do no wrong? God must have made us perfect I guess.

Don't we always complain that god is unfair because he has given your neighbour a thousand more than he has given you, but have you thanked god for giving you at least hundred because there are defiantly many more people who don't have money to consume one day meal also. I always complain that my home is smaller than someone who has a three bedroom flat, but has my conscious noticed that there are people who sleep on the footpath. I always complain when it takes me an hour to travel to get to my office but I am also aware that some people travel in second class for three hours to reach their work place daily. I complain on Sundays to my mom about the lunch I have to prepare. So I can skip making the roti's and just prepare rice and dal and my parents relish on this meal but when on weekdays my mom skips making roti's I am furious at her and complain to her.

So from today, I promise to myself that I will be happy in what I have and not complain on the what I don't have. I will try not to compare/evaluate my possessions with the others and always remember to count my blessing than my misfortunes.

Cheers!!!