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Driven Home

Driven Home

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The private passport agent asked Amar for Rs. 2000 as ‘gift’ for helping him to get his passport on an urgent basis. That made him angry, but he didn’t react. He paid it and started for home by bus.
He was completely pre-occupied with a mix of thoughts. Did he really want to go to a foreign country? Not just because the agent had demanded money, but there were many involved in changing his decision. The other day he had gone to a nearby post office with his mother to deposit Rs.200 on his name that his mother had saved. The post master there had no computer. Only few fat registers with the green and blue rubber stamps, with old worn out forms and inlands. The fan wasn’t working and even with heat scorching he was polite as usual. He didn’t even have any other helper for assistance. Can people even live without computers?
Within a week’s time a policeman came home for passport verification. He had to give Rs. 300 for his ‘conveyance’ expenses. He didn’t say a word. Within two week’s time he got his passport and a month later his Visa interview date was confirmed. He had become unusually calm during these days.
“Am I leading my life where I wanted it to go? Or was life taking me somewhere?”
Amar had never thought of these stuffs during his school and college days. Life was fun while learning, but when life teaches some lessons in its own way, it’s not always fun. He wasn’t also longing for money. There is something in him that tells he has to do something in life. But Amar still didn’t know what he wanted to do in his life. His campus placement had made him apply for the passport – to work in an MNC is a no risk life. A rat race that can at maximum take him to the management division of the company if he sticks to it for another decade, but will he be content with his job’s content?
A secured position, a good name in the society, a decent bank balance, iPod, cell phone, laptop, car, and a home may be with a 25 year period loan or something like that. But is that all what is called life? How can one just take what comes his or her way and live with it, with little to no risk. Didn’t someone say that life means risk?
For Amar, it meant peanuts. He wanted something big in life, perhaps, something big that makes him satisfied. Something big enough which at least doesn’t make him feel small.
“Yes”, Amar said to himself, “I am going to follow the voice inside me, what my heart says”.
He was lying on the ground in his room staring at the roof, introspecting. With the power cut, he had the mosquitoes singing his lullaby. But now, these were like angels flying around his head, because, at this moment, he is seeing the light in the darkness, not of any emergency lamp or a candle, but the brightness of the wisdom that led him to see the light of his life.
He was clear now. His Visa interview was tomorrow at 8 am. It was already 11.50 pm.
Smiling, he slowly got up and sat on the ground, took his timepiece and adjusted the alarm time and then went to sleep, satisfied with what he found on that day…his conscience!
Per the master’s instructions, the alarm clock rang sincerely in the morning at 9 am!
Weight of Trophy is Never Painful

Weight of Trophy is Never Painful

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Be stubborn if that is what it takes.
Do or die…as if everything is at stake.
Let your blood get hot…red hot.
Let the heat of the blood steam your engine.
Go above and beyond…as far as you can go and as higher as you can reach.
Our earlier failures are ready to teach.
Clear the clouds that block the rays of the Sun.
On your mark, get set, go…the race has just begun.
It’s not the bronze or silver that we want,
either get the Gold or say you can’t.
If you are not first, then consider you as last.
It’s the will to win that’s the important cast.
The world is waiting to cheer you up,but only after seeing you win.
The race could be longer…but just run for your kin.
Don’t stop with the sound of claps, you might lose the sight of the tower,
for the milestones would only show the remaining distance to cover.
Only seizing the chance can make you a star,
and the day of winning is not very far.
The flunks are bitter but never awful,
and the weight of the trophy is never painful.
Win the War

Win the War

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It’s a dream filled world…
never forget to dream.
You never know where your life would turn
but let the fuel constantly burn.
The seeds in an apple can be counted,
but the apples that a seed can give can never be counted.
Dreams are like seeds…plant your seed today, water it, nourish it, one day you’ll cherish it.
Don’t just follow luck.
Luck is not just in a four clove maple leaf.
Hard work should top the list,
let not laziness cover your way as a mist,
for luck is just a torch that can show you the way to walk the road,
but hardwork is like sun, helps you walk your life, it never sleeps…may set at one place but at the same time it’s rising somewhere else.
Which means that even if you lose the battle…you have a lesson.
Learn from it, get on… move on… to win your war.
What is life?

What is life?

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Be born everyday.
Do everything fresh everyday.
Develop people skills and meet all kinds of people.
Develop trust.
Develop your own style, own approach to everything.
Be just to anything under the sun.
Read read and read – books and people and books about people.
Forget the past.
Live your life as if it was your last day on the earth.
money is at its best if it’s dearth.
Sing your song of life and dance to your own tunes.
Remember, life is short…but long enough for us to realize that the real bliss can never be without us, but within us…
(Auto)Motive of Life

(Auto)Motive of Life

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Life is like driving a car…
some things should be left, few thoughts might appear right.
Follow them.
But keep your rear view mirror clear, for forgetting your past mistakes could cost you dear.
Remember, objects in the mirror may seem closer than they appear.
So get going, for long gaze at the mirror,
might reward you with a terror.
Speed breakers come and go, for you must occasionally get slow.
These are not just hiccups, but a reminder for you to soon pickup.Life’s gifts are strange…it gives you what you don’t ask for…all of us are gifted, it’s that only few open our package…