Success kisses you in private......

Well, this started with a friend of mine sending me one of those
feel-good smses. It said, Success kisses you in private but failure
kicks you in public. I dont want to debate on whats true and whats
not.....I will leave it for some of you who have had sufficient
experience with both, enuff to comment. As for me, I will satiate my
creative skills by spilling the beans on one of those things that I am
so full of.........

SMSes......I can recall a really iinteresting one. It goes like this:
"Walk a mile in someone's shoes before judging their actions. And after that
who cares, you are a mile away from them and the shoes are yours".

I, for one, loved it.

There's another one....that I would like to share with all of you. This
one came to me on a day when I was truly thinking if what I was doing
was the right thing for me or not. I was wondering if I am ok......I am
sure we all go through such days - of introspection, of a topsy-turvy
world. It says........

"Never change your originality for the sake of others. Because no one can play your role better than you. So be yourself."

So, we have all types of SMSes (well, this is an ad on behalf of all
those wonderful people out there who send atleast a 100 smses a day,
cheering up their friends, sometimes irritating them, making us laugh
and cry....and most importantly, mocking at those of us who do not have
free SMS on our mobile scheme)....................

To make you laugh,

To make you cry,

To help you go mad with anger,

To ask you why.

To regale you in mirth,

To help you wash away your worry.

To tear you away from the best chapter of your book,

And to help you digest the curry......

All those who are in love -

To profess and confess

For those who cannot say

Still are brave nevertheless.

For the bride and the groom

For the baby unborn.

For the oh-so-proud mama

For the lover forlorn.

When I am down in the dumps

With chicken pox or mumps

To make me feel glad

And pass on the latest fad

Words to make me tick

Messages to inspire.

Lines to tickle me mad

To help in straits - dire.

To play the trick thought-about long time back

For that one last dream, before I hit the sack.

To wish me luck and to wish me goodbye

Always a few words to remember me by.

For all those people who think the world has become totally mechanical
(I was one of them, as well).......just think abt it this way. When we
are all real busy, that one message brings a name along with it,
reminding us of the times good and bad, giving us that much-wanted
relief from our work, making life more beautiful for us, giving
us just that one more reason to live and smile.................

This is an ode to all those people who message, each day, without fail,
without bothering if I do read it or not, without expecting me to
message them back. This is my Little thanks to you guys, out
there......Thanks for remembering me each day of your life.......for
better or for worse.

So, if any of you have a fave message, please do let all of us know about it.

Namaskar, salaam sat sri akal, pranaam, vanakkam, aloha and watever else anyone can come up with.
This is a story of a witch, she was a good one though.
Once upon a time, In the kingdom of shut-your-mouth, people were oppressed and suppressed and the rest of the words which mean the same.....as none was allowed to speak his/her mind, the way they actually feel about things. People were really sad....and bad .....and mad......and dont make me go on like this. Mothers used to tell their kids to speak the truth and once they were old enough to understand what truth was, they were asked to shut their trap. This went on and on and on......(dont blame me, thats the way these stories are meant to be written).
One fine day, a beautiful witch called speakalot whizzed past on her long broomstick. She was simply amazed to see the sadness on people's faces, hear their whispers and face their fears.....not to talk about the hypocrisy going on......So, she twirled her magic wand and said
I wanna i wanna i really really want (she is the new-age witch....so no more abracadabra)
people fat, short, thin and gaunt
to be able to tell and simply shout
their darkest fears and stupidest doubt
to share their dreams and the cheer
with you and me and everyone dear.
so let everyone BeLOnG
to the world of BLOG......
And from then on we have been blogging.....away to glory.
I know this is a rather mundane thing to talk about....but I feel blogging is very therapuetic. I am able to talk abt simple nothing important. That refreshes me. Especially in this age of speed, of troubles, of bank balances and electricity bills, of mobiles and cars, of connecting but no time......I feel this gives me the perfect respite from all my worries and troubles.
I was a rather late entrant to blogging......but now i enjoy it like i have been doing it forever. Last month, when my bhaiyya (read....big brother for all the folks who may not understand hindi) travelled to UK, I was blogging my personal version of his fave serial...."left right left" (For all those interested in that version, let me know). When muh didi (read, elder sister) travelled to the States i was blogging whatever that was happening in my life....albeit in codes. When i am depressed, i blog. When i turn crazy, I blog......Of course, it still remains a fact that we dont have all the time at our disposal....but when we do have, this is a wonderful way to connect with people known and unknown.
My ode to ....the world of blog and its inmates. Hope you all liked it.