Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Expectations not Wishes !!

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Expectations Not Wishes
What do you expect to be doing next week? Six months from now? Five years from now? I'm not really talking about goals, or new year's resolutions. Rather, what do you really expect you'll be doing?

If you want the best out of life, you must expect the best. Because whatever you expect of yourself and for yourself, is what you will get.

Expectation is not the same as wishing. Take money for an example..... You can wish to have a lot of money, you can even convince yourself that it will somehow fall into your hands. Yet if wishing is all you do, it won't happen.

On the other hand, if you truly expect to receive that money, and if that expectation pervades all of your actions on a daily basis, then you'll find yourself doing whatever it takes, for as long as it takes, to make your expectation a reality.

True expectations influence every area of your life, and that is how they work their magic. You can work hard for 8 hours every day, and if you just expect to barely get by, that's what will happen. Work those same 8 hours with the expectation of getting wealthy, and suddenly you'll find all sorts of opportunities and possibilities that you never would have seen before

What you expect, makes all the difference.

Unknown ..

Life's Little annoyances !!

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Life's Little Annoyances
Don't let a relatively small setback ruin an otherwise beautiful day. Choose instead to take it in stride and quickly get back to being positive, productive and effective.
Don't waste your time being outraged or offended by someone else's careless, inconsiderate remark or gesture. Use the opportunity to strengthen your valuable sense of patience, and move on ahead to something that truly matters.
Life's little annoyances can quickly add up to have a big negative and destructive impact if you let them. Fortunately, you don't have to let them.
Instead, you can choose to let them go. You can decide to see the small, relatively meaningless annoyances for what they are, and move quickly beyond them.
Do you really want your attitude to be held hostage by rude, careless, inconsiderate people or random events beyond your control? Of course not, because within you is a positive purpose that is big and beautiful and filled with real meaning.
Each time one of life's little annoyances comes along, let it just keep on going right past you until it fades away into its own insignificance. You have plenty of much more positive and valuable things upon which to focus your attention.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

This is really good.

There comes a point in your life when you realize

who matters,

who never did,

who won't anymore...

and who always will.

So, don't worry about people from your past,

there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future.

Give this heart to everyone you don't want to lose in 2009,

including me, if you care.

Try to collect 12; it's not easy!

'Be kinder than necessary

because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle

Monday, December 15, 2008



Sunday, December 14, 2008

~ * M * O * R * N * I * N * G * ~

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"How beautiful, how buoyant, and glad is morning!"

-L.E. Landon, 1933

Good morning! The reason I send these messages out first thing in
the morning is because I think it is a great way to start the day,
getting centered, remembering what is important. The break of day
represents a kind of optimism. There is a newness, a freshness, as
if time starts all over again. No matter what has happened the day
before, we know the sun will come up and shine its light on us today.

Waking Up

"The moment when first you wake up in the morning is the most
wonderful of the twenty-four hours. No matter how weary or dreary
you may feel, you possess the certainty that absolutely anything may
happen. And the fact that it practically always doesn't, matters not
one jot. The possibility is always there."

-Monica Baldwin, 1950

There is always some uncertainty to the day. Will it rain? Will it
be sunny? And we don't know what surprises may come our way, big or
small! But how fun to be able to participate in the process, to
watch things as they unfold and to make choices and contribute.


"I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No
dust has settled on one's mind then, and it presents a clear mirror
to the rays of things."

-George Eliot, 1859

Somehow we see things differently in the light of a new day. When we
have a big decision to make, we often say "let me sleep on it,"
knowing that after a rest we'll have a fresh perspective and be able
to think more clearly.


"Morning prospective: imagination.
Evening retrospective: memory."

-Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)


"It's completely usual for me to get up in the morning, take a look
around, and laugh out loud."

-Barbara Kingsolver (1955- )

Our attitude has everything to do with how the day goes for us. When
we approach our activities with a sense of fun and light-
heartedness, it affects our environment, and the people around us.
Time passes by more quickly, and we enjoy ourselves so much more.



Thursday, December 11, 2008

Proud to be an Indian.

Dear All,
Whilst I am not qualified to authenticate the veracity of this
article, which was forwarded to me by my Cousin in Delhi. It did however,
resonate a poignant chord inside me, & therefore, I am passing this on to
you, as my prayer for all members of our Indian Armed Forces.



1/2 boy 1/2 man

The average age of the army man is 19 years.
He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is
considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not
old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really
cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his
father's, but he has never collected unemployment dole either.

He's a recent college graduate; he was probably an average student from one
of the Kendriya Vidyalayas, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten
year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when
he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He
listens to rock and roll or hip -hop or country or gazals or swing and a 155mm

He is 5 or 7 kilos lighter now than when he was at home because he is working
or fighting the insurgents or standing gaurd on the icy Himalayas from before
dawn to well after dusk or he is at Mumbai engaging the terrorists. He has
trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip
a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite
to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one
effectively if he must.

He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.
He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit
or individual dignity. His pride and self-respect, he does not lack.

He is self-sufficient.
He has two sets of combat dress: he washes one and wears the other.
He keeps his water bottle full and his feet dry.
He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can
cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.

If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry,
his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle
when you run low.

He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his
He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.
He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still
find ironic humor in it all.
He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short

He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and
is unashamed.

He feels every note of the Jana Gana Mana vibrate through his body while at
rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away'
those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hands from
their pockets, or even stop talking.

In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to
be disrespectful.
Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the
price for our freedom.

Beardless or not, he is not a boy.
He is your nation's Fighting Man that has kept this country free and
defended your right to Freedom. He has experienced deprivation and adversity,
and has seen his buddies falling to bullets and maimed and blown.


He has asked nothing in return, except our acknowledgement of his
existence and understanding of his human needs.
Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his
And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this
tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.

As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot. . ..
A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.

Prayer wheel for our military... please don't break it Please send this on
after a short prayer.
Prayer Wheel

'Lord, hold our Indian Armed Forces in your loving hands.
Protect them as they protect us.
Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform
for us in our time of need.

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer
for our soldier, sailors , and airmen , in all frontiers
There is nothing attached...
This can be very powerful...
Of all the gifts you could give a Soldier, Sailor, or Airman,
prayer is the very best one.

I can't break this one, sorry.
Pass it on to everyone and pray for the Indian soldiers, sailors and airmen.
And unlike your 'Babus' or 'Netas'

He will always do you proud!!!

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Tribute, plz dont break the chain

Salute our Comrades!!


The Praying Hands

Below is a touching story about DURERS Praying Hands that is circulated widely. 

It tells of DURER doing his creation in appreciation of a brother who went to work in the mines to support Albrecht's education.

Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood. Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder's children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.

       After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin.The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his art work or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.

       They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg. Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.

       When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht's triumphant home coming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you."

       All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, "No ...no ...no ...no."

       Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look ... Look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother...
For me it is too late."

       More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.

       One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love"The Praying Hands."

       The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one - no one - - ever makes it alone!

~Source Unknown~
Even though the story is fiction,
I hope the intent of thestory is appreciated,
Whether true or not.

Good morning...to succeed

To laugh often and much
To win the respect
Of intelligent people
And the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation
Of honest critics and endure
The betrayal of false friends,
To appreciate beauty,
To find the best in others,
To leave the world
A bit better, whether
By a healthy child,
A garden patch
Or a redeemed social condition,
To know even one life
Has breathed easier
Because you have lived.

That is to have succeeded .......

~Ralph Waldo Emerson~

It's your attitude and not your aptitude that determines your altitude.