Junkyard

When I started this blog,
I have always followed a rule
to refrain from mentioning anyone's name in any of my post.
(Check if you don't believe!)

But, here's a slight change.
The name is not in the post...it's a title. :D

Words from Dumbledore :
"It is our choices that show what we truly are, than our abilities."

"Nima" is the best choice I ever made 9 years back.

As it's often said...
"Destiny is not a matter of chance, It's a matter of choice."
And I wonder how true it is!

If there is a thing called luck in this whole world,
I say it with pride, I am the luckiest.

It must be happening rarely in ages that there is a person who believes in other person's abilities, more than the original person.
And I will perhaps never know, why do you Nima, believe in me SO MUCH!

What makes a person special?

Ask this to people and you will get hundred different answers.
Ask me.
And I will say that,
Even if you are the dumbest person around,
It's only people like Nima, who can make you "special".

God can shower you with a hundreds of shooting stars.

He can grant tens and hundreds of your wishes.

But only once in your life,
you are gifted with the most precious person in your life
which is a 'TRUE FRIEND'.
And in my life, it was, it is and will always be
THE ONE AND ONLY:
NIMA

No matter how I put it.
No matter how I decorate it.
No matter how I express it.

What matters to me, is Nima, you to know that...
You always shine in my heart like a THOUSAND SPLENDID SUNS

I turn an year older and in the best possible way it could ever happen.

Believe me, it’s the worst thing that can happen to you.
It’s a ghost that can haunt you at almost any moment… and like a dementor (reference…read Harry Potter :-]) it sucks all the “good” in you.

Being a workaholic may be treated or termed as something bad…actually the word “workaholic” alone sounds boring & bad.
But, it’s nothing compared to being out-of-work!

Imagine sitting on a chair, with almost nothing (nothing new*) on your mind, staring in to a distant point and doing absolutely nothing.
When I imagine myself… I get the same dizzy feeling one gets, when someone forces a cough syrup down one’s throat. :D

A friend of mine (I won’t mention her name…coz she knows it’s her) once mentioned to me that she can sit idle for hours.
Being workless for about an hour now… I am in a position to throw an open challenge or declare a competition to all those who love being workless to try it on for a whole day....I assure you will give up…and start looking for work.

If I am to define worklessness, I will say, “It’s a disease of the worst kind.”
This disease is equally harmful for people of all ages.
Young and old alike can suffer a lot after being its victims.
Trust me; sometimes the suffering can be equal to a torture- mental as well as physical.

Empty mind is a devil’s workshop…they say.
And they say it as correctly as possible.

Don’t let it ever happen to you.
Being busy doing something (just anything) is the best prevention.

See…I had nothing to do…so I wrote this post ;)
So, keep yourself engaged and Keep Rocking!

There was a discussion at home on the topic that if ultimately anything that we do/create is bound to get destroyed, why do it?
If we are happy and/or satisfied with our current situation, why move ahead?

Well, the above statements contribute to a debatable topic.

But, according to me, following is the answer to those questions.
Once, my friend gave me this poem to read.

It's name was..

"Anyway..."


People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered.
Love them anyway.

If you do “good”, people will accuse of selfish ulterior motives.
Do “good” anyway.

If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.

Honesty & frankness may make you vulnerable.
Be honest anyway.

The great deeds you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Work out them anyway.

The greatest people with biggest ideas can be shot down with the smallest people with smallest minds.
Think big anyway.

People favor underdogs and follow top-dogs.
Fight for some under-dogs anyway.

What you spent years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build High anyway.

Give the world the best you have. Still you may get kicked in the butt.
Give your best shot anyway!

- Readers’ Digest.

Read the new book by Richard Branson:
"Business Striped Bare"

I found this poem after the epilogue.

If you can...

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you.
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting you.
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies.
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating.
And yet don’t look to good, nor talk to wise.

If you can dream and not make dreams your master.
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make trap for fools;
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken;
And stoop and build them up with worn out tools.

If you can make heap of all your winnings,
And risk it on one touch of pitch-and-toss,
And lose and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss.
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they’re gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you.
Except the will which says to them, “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch.
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is earth and everything that’s in it,
And- which is more- you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

Only a few years ago, I am sure nobody thought that television was synonymous with reality shows. But, today scan all the channels and what you are bound to come across are only reality shows, one for each: dance, song, comedy and stunts on every channel.
We have got so used to them that, we will not be surprised if someday we get to know that some guy or girl in neighborhood is participant in one of them.

Just like all other things we, Indians have readily got “used to” one more thing. And that is undoubtedly “Bomb-Blasts”.

Does that term make you shiver?
Does cold-fear grip you, when you read that “64 killed in serial bomb-blasts in Guwahati”?
I know, the answer clearly is, “No. I am so used to reading this. That I just see those headlines or Newsflash and shuffle to another channel.”

But, I know some will agree with me, when I say that I get that prickly feeling when I see those dead bodies, blood all over, and people running around to save others or their own lives.

This is not the first time that such serial blasts are happening.
Any one (terrorists) who is behind this is sure to think that; “We will stay among you and kill you. Let’s see, who can stop us!”
And the truth is that nobody can/is doing anything.
The terrorists indeed create terror.
In Assam, after 11 blasts, red-alert had been declared, still 2 more blasts occurred. I think that proves their prowess, isn’t it?

What I am trying to say is that nothing is safe anymore.
Stay at home or move out, anybody can kill you.
Go to any public place: bus-stands, railway stations, parks, malls, temples…anywhere, you never know that you might just become the victim of just another disastrous bomb-blast.

So, hold your breaths, dear friends, Days aren’t safe anymore.