If everything is possible, Every mistake is also possible. If everything is possible, Every excuse is also possible. Every excuse is also possible.
If every mistake is excused, There we are, confirmed, proud, To think aloud, believe, that We are in the world, which is Built with the bricks of love.
Being human, being able to think, Being able to feel and love, It is solely every one’s responsibility To make and keep the world of love Really big and always welcoming.
In such world, everything feels high; In such world everyone feels freedom; In such world every deed is valued; In such world, obviously, Sins or mistakes will be reduced.
He was a great lecturer who was believed to had sacrificed many things for his profession. He was liked and loved by his students. His class used to be the most student-friendly session for his beloved students.
She was his favorite student. She was well liked by her classmates. She was a brilliant and beautiful hearty girl who always respected him equal to what she did her parents. She was so polite to him than to any other lecturer.
One day, when his lecture was going on, she was downcast and involved herself in doing something. He had observed the same and approached her. He got surprised to see her doing another subject work in his class. He was very upset as he had never expected her to be so.
The same day she was caught copying in his exam. In fact, she was from the batch of her classmates who had been mass copying all together in the exam. She was forced to do so. To her bad time, he was the invigilator who found her doing so.
Frown surrounded his eyes immediately. She stood guilty and held her head down. She knew that the only thing that he could not tolerate was what she had done just now. As it was done by his favorite student, he was very upset indeed.
He walked out of the class. She stood silent with trembling body.
She went to his office after sometime to apologize. He was seen doing something in his personal computer. He seemed very disinterested to talk to her. She prepared herself to face any kind of punishment, but all she wanted was to retain the liking and blessings of her lecturer who was just more than a teacher to her.
Now, according to you what punishment does she deserve? What would you do if you are in the place of the lecturer? Please do share your views. Thank you.
** Tweeting has become my regular business, of course side business provided blogging is considered. Twitter and blogger are my best friends individually, but they too have become enemies now, all they want is me and my stay with them.
** Though this post is about my new interests, I need to say cricket disinterests me these days. May it continue for some more days so that I can bounce back by the world cup time, like a player who joins the team after being kept away for sometime.
** Late night stays have come to my pocket again, golden pocket I’d say. I feel like I’ve hell lot of time in a day! It is surprising but true.
** I’m proud that I’m back in action with most of my good old friends, whom I missed in between badly. My Orkut page is happy with my regular visits.
** In earlier days of my job life, I used think if I could complete a task or not. Now, I’m confident that if I attempt something it doesn’t take much time for me to add value.
The one question people have never stopped asking me is how do I get time for blogging or writing. My answer is simple, I love doing so.
I’d be happy if you could share some of your new choices. Thank you.
When You Trust Someone, Trust Him/Her Completely Without any Doubt. At the End, You Would Get One of the Two: Either a Lesson for Your Life or a Very Good Person.
Never Hate the Loneliness…Because, It Teaches You Everything and, When You Lose It You Get Everything.
PS: Got these in a forwarded E-mail. Loved them to the core. Fyi, comments links has been disabled.
Before I crack in to the next part, let me be specific about three points.
** Our office is a five storied building. We sit in 3rd floor
** 2nd, 3rd, 4th floors share the same lay out and construction, I mean, they are one and the same. I can’t even say which floor I’m in, if I stand in the middle. Of course, some thing can be figured out from the known and unknown faces of people who peep at my face and hide smiles mercilessly while I try hard to figure out where I’m actually in. Ask me, they make me go mad!!!
Third point… I’ll tell you in the PS.
Continued…
“What shall I do now?”
I could call my friends who shared the meeting room and could ask, but the thought of aftereffects made me not to opt it. Minutes passed. Now I could see them approaching the glassed main entrance. Could not find a brilliant escape to their immediate question of why I was still there, but my brain was sharp enough to move my hand along with cell phone towards my left ear. I escaped brilliantly, yes, in that situation I suppose.
At that moment, for me, it was not about anything else except escaping the teasing from my good friends who used to be the victims of me everyday.
Finally, I escaped it; we carried with our lunch-time gossiping. Gossiping is the most energetic drink of the day at office, that too for free of cost.
I was there at the lunch table, but was fully thinking about doing something to avoid the same inconvenience to be happened to all others. Squeezed and squeezed, finally ended up with an idea of suggesting to paste some stickers of floor names/numbers opposite to the lift.
With a proud brain I headed towards the 2nd floor from the 5th floor where we had our lunch. Lift opened with a lady voice informing “second floor”. As soon as the lift was opened, I proudly looked at the location where I wanted to suggest the administration to have a number board. I didn’t know that they were the last minutes for the proudness in me.
To my surprise, the number board with the letters “3rd floor” was already there in green color…that was the moment where I heard my soul laughing at myself with uncontrollably accompanied with inaudible decibels noise!!!
Hmmm…Sigh…what else? No innovative suggestion, nothing. Every pinch of my enthusiasm got reduced in to rubble. Same scene of morning continued…lights off, slides ON and this time since it was after lunch, I was in sleep mode most of the time.
Hours passed and now we were done with the meeting. This time round, after the formal meeting, I asked too many questions as if I was the most enthusiastic person over there. My friends, who were already got vexed with the long meeting, looked like they had come to a decision to kill me if given a chance. I thanked our laws which restricted them from doing so.
The presenter was a handsome man at his mind; he answered every curious or stupid question that was asked by me. By that time, most of the guys and girls had already found their own way to reach their desks.
Hmm…after few minutes, I was before the lift s to go back to my cubicle. I saw one girl who was also the member of the same meeting coming from upstairs as we had stair case just beside the lift. I could quickly get it how she would have wrongly gone to upstairs instead of going down stairs. I could hear her heart’s inaudible laugh…Come on, now I shall understand such.
I quickly enquired “Have you gone upstairs by mistake?” with a huge, real huge smile, rather laugh.
She was also brilliant but at that particular moment, she could not restrict herself from saying quick “yes”. We both busted in to laughter for next couple of minutes. I took enough care to control myself from revealing the morning incident to her.
You know what, I gave her a suggestion instantly, “Hey, have you not seen the floor numbers written over there? Next time just check it” showing the numbers which brought out the lazy girl in me who didn’t even turn her head back in the morning.
After few days…
I got realized that the same floor number bounced back at me very strongly this time, when my boss and I were going back from another meeting few days later. He was carrying his laptop and I was with my book. I was answering one of his questions unstoppably, and I couldn’t get that I had crossed our floor and already was there on second step towards the next floor.
“Which floor do you want to go?” he interrupted me and what next, I was just out of my flow. Simple smile was my answer as we both stepped in to our respective cubicles. His smile brought me back the memories of the earlier incident; I just struggled to control my laughter through out that day.
Finally, I looked the name “3rd floor” on a green board while leaving for that day, and I didn’t take much time to accept the fact that they too could curse.
PS: As I said, the third point is: I was in a hurry in the morning while writing the previous post. I could do only half of that and that too with many errors. I have corrected the same now. Thanks for your response for the first part of this.
One more important personality I’d like to mention about is, the “Idle brain”, Srivalli, one of my good friends asked me to write some funny post long time back. Now, I think I’m done with it. I guess I succeeded in my new style with this maiden post. Nevertheless, many thanks to her.
1st...2nd… 3rd… we sit in 3rd floor of our new office, the same floor where, we believe we have loads of fun, we suppose we work and of course we do gossip on every relevant matter on earth.
One day, I had to arrange one meeting so I booked a conference room in 2nd floor as the one in our floor was occupied. We were new comers . In those early days we didn’t have a habit of carrying cards. Eventually, I was without an access card that day too.
Meeting was started and for my surprise it was not boring even after an hour of continuous bla bla bla…I was lost in the slides that were being displayed on the 45” screen. Now, I understood why I used to feel drowsy, earlier and the culprit was always a foreigner. I would be happy if I could understand 50% of what they speak or bluff. This time it was an Indian with a crystal clear pronunciation and a lovely voice.
Whatever it may be, being humans we need to entertain our stomachs in regular intervals not to hurry up ourselves towards the hell on earth. Obeying the same formula, we started for lunch in the fifth floor. And the story started now.
I came out of the conference room as if I was in a new world till then. Wrinkled my eyes and went to lift with a thought of going to my cubicle to get my lunch box.
I placed myself opposite to the lift up-down buttons. Even without the intervention of my subconscious mind, my fore finger started shuttling between up-down buttons with a confusion to press what.
I completely lost the memory of the floor number because of this guy’s awesome presentation. I got realized, foreigners were better than the best most of the times!!!
I was the first one to come out of the conference room as I didn’t want to keep my stomach waiting further. Unfortunately, the guard was not there in his seat to confirm the floor number. I didn’t not have access card to go inside and ask the colleagues. My fellow members of the conference room were not yet there as if they would die for the meeting.
”What shall I do now?”
To be continued…
PS: I’m rushing to the office now. I’ll be back from office and shall give you more information about it…:)..and fun too.
** I wonder why some people do a lot of gym, aerobics, exercise, but never touch a single work at home, like cleaning etc.
May be, they don’t like to do so!!!
** I wonder how some people can carry on with their flow of telling about happenings of their own lives, though the listener does show some signs of disinterest openly.
May be, their wish to tell about their life happenings overshadows everything else!!!
** I wonder how some people have got their own reasons whenever the other person wants them to be with.
One need not to do everything, need not to know everything and need not be everything to live his only life time. But at any given point of time, one should be ready with his knowledge base to think about anything; no matter if that is about best or worst. Understanding the former makes life easier; though the challenging part is in keeping the knowledge base ready all the time which calls the person to foresee life.
I thought it would be difficult for me to do it. Now that I regularly do it, I only got realized that it was never difficult; but getting mentally prepared to do that was certainly so and obvious too.
I’m happy on how my take on ‘simple living’ has been changed these days. What I used to think about it does not matter now. All that I can say now is…
** Simple living is about accepting people around us, as they are, to their core.
** Simple living is about accepting what happens in life without our consent and learning from the same.
** Simple living is about believing that we get what we deserve, not what we desire; as there are many people who desire for the limited number of things that can happen.
Last but not the least…
** Simple living is about cherishing the truths of life though we lie at times.
Few lies, few regrets, few truths, few sorrows…………. and a few smiles… Simple living calls for everything, enjoys everything.
PS: “What he could not achieve is what he sees in his students’ eyes today”… go ahead reading this in my previous post, a story of a teacher running an IIT training institute called Super-30.
Teacher enjoys his student’s success more than does the student.
I’m proud to present to you the story of a teacher who has been living his dream with the help of his students, and the students who have proved themselves with the help of their teacher.
I have come across the story of “Super-30” in the news on the occasion of IIT-JEE results’2010.
Anand was a gem in mathematics in his student life, also had dreamt of studying in the prestigious CambridgeUniversity and finally ended his student life by selling the Papads in Patna, India. He was made victim by the heart attack of his father which eventually left him and his mother pressurized to survive.
His routine life of selling Papads had been changed by a simple thought of starting a mathematics coaching institute. I wonder about his determination and interest towards the subject as he didn’t take a back step though he just had 700 bucks in his pocket when he started the institute.
Slowly the institute has become a place where 1000 pupil can learn the things and more interestingly, the institute which helped the same person in aiding a super institute of IIT-JEE called SUPER-30, which has been a super hit so far. The thing that has been mesmerizing me is that the students who have been freely given the coaching in Super-30 are the 30 poor and talented persons. I feel so happy for the students who are qualified in the IIT entrance exam for the third time in a row from this institute on 30/30 basis.
It is also like a dream coming true, in fact living the dream for their teacher Mr. Anand. What he could not achieve is what he sees in his students’ eyes today, how pleasure!!
I’m very pleased to convey my hearty congratulations to him and to his students as well. My best wishes for his future achievements. It is good to know that he is going to give free coaching to 60 more students from this year onwards.
Teacher enjoys his student’s success more than does the student.
Hi friends, hope you all are doing well. Thank you so much for your well wishes, I can never express how your support does mean to me.
Well, it’s been near about a fortnight that I’ve written something here; in fact I missed out on expressing myself. But as I said, the break was meant for the introspection. One thing I’d say on my come back here “Introspection always helps”.
I was so confused when I posted my last one here. Literally I was feeling like I did not have any choices in many respects of my life. I was occupied with clutter. I don’t know why it was like that, but during the break, I had concentrated and thought on many aspects of my life. I’m proud that I’m decided on many of them as on today.
Today I can see many doors kept opened for me. In fact, I got realized that no door can be closed as long as I keep focusing on my goal.
People come and go; things happen and forgotten; no matter if I think about them all the time; but, what matters is how I’m with them when they are with me. Ultimately one needs to know what he is and why he is. If one fails to do so, that’s it; everything will have happened by the end of his life, just happened not lived.
I’m rejuvenated so as my thoughts. So, I hope I can post some real good matter here in coming days. Until then, have nice time.
I stress, I love cricket and I love Team India too.
When a team wins, we praise the team. When a team loses, we blame the players. I’ll not ask how far it is fair though I’d love to do so. Win or loss, when it comes to the team games the complete team is responsible for every game they play; a win or loss shall not matter after all.
If a player fails to perform well in a game, we as an audience only see it, but his team mates know the reason better than us, better than any one else too in some cases. Still, we blame the person and leave clean chit to the rest of the team. There we forget that he is after all a member of the same team, and the same team members could have done something better in inspiring him to do his turn.
I sincerely believe, not any individual is responsible for the poor performance of India. But every single person is responsible now to turn the world cup loss in to gain of good spirit and zeal to win incessantly from now onwards.
Team India’s T20 world cup debacle should be a lesson to the team as well as to the BCCI which has been running it. Lessons are not only meant to learn, they are supposed to be implemented in the form of not doing the same mistakes again and again. They know it better.
@ M.S. Dhoni: Looks like a stressed man at the moment, though he is known as ‘captain cool’. I hope he will not change himself amidst the unproductive disputes. He is the power of team India, no doubt. I disagree that he needs to be sacked, though his tactics didn’t work for him. But one shall not forget that the same tactics has been keeping him as a successful captain. I feel he should not have blamed the IPL parties for the loss in Carrabian Islands. The same IPL would have been praised a lot if team India had outplayed all other countries. As the organizer Mrs. Mehr rightly asked “who has forced the players to party?” Anyways, he knows it better than me.
No comments on the argument which some portion of the fans has been raising that Sachin would have made the difference!!
By the way hearty congratulations to the Indian women for storming in to the semis. My sincere wishes to the South African cricketers as well. I like them too.
I’d love to wish the team India all the best to come out of this crisis soon. I reiterate, I love cricket and I love Team India too.
How ever they play, they are the Team FROM India; the same land, the same mind sets, the same emotions and tensions of which I’m from.
Get the essence of words; not just definitions. Knowing the definitions make you tell what you know; understanding the essence make you implement what you have learnt.
Mom and I have prepared the following lines for my mom’s students (6th to 10th classes). I’m just keeping them here as it is. Friends, interested may read on.
Moral Education
It is equally important to know the moral values along with the curriculum. Moral values not only help you to grow as a good person in the society, but they also keep you successful. Moral values such as helping the needy, maintaining good human relations, being capable of identifying one’s strengths and weaknesses, encouraging the talent develop your personality. As you grow with good moral values you will become a responsible citizen of our country; hence a flawless society can be built.
Women empowerment
In today’s society almost half of the people are women. Hence they must be given equal rights in securing the education, employment which they much deserve. Educated woman gets economic freedom to live herself, confidence to move forward so as to make a definite change in the society. In the contemporary world, women are equally placed along with the men in almost all professions. In addition to that if women are also given a better chance in the politics, our society and country will be developed faster than ever. As Mr. Jawaharlal Nehru said, an educated woman can be an inspiration to the whole family. Similarly women empowerment will be more useful for the whole country. All of you shall try to get the women empowered.
Population education
India is the second most populated country in the world. Heavy population is the first hurdle to the development of any country. It keeps the people unemployed, it creates food problems, environmental pollution etc. Controlling the population leads to many advantages for any country. Small families are relatively more successful in the contemporary world than the larger ones. In a small family the children are provided with the required resources such as education. People of every country shall understand the advantages of less population.
** when two kids fight, the one who makes louder noise is mostly supported; There we make them believe that they are supposed to cry to get the work done next time.
** Very few people feel happy when u r being praised. Identify them & just love them, no matter who they are & how they are. Remember, never expect anything else from them.
PS: Twitter is really helping me in capturing all of my thoughts in a better way, without loss and as they are on the spot. I believe it keeps me satisfied at the end of every day!
Burnt left hand fingers of mine…Uncertainty on the train ticket confirmation… Work in the office… Power cut in my room… PNR status machine… stunning twists in the railway station… all of these had given me an unforgettable day of my journey to home.
I rushed to my cubicle in third floor of our office as if I had an urgent mail to send or an important meeting to attend! Yeah, of course it was important, but not office work. I had to book a Tatkal ticket, which was known as the hottest cake early in the morning of any season. I kept almost all of my efforts in making my dream of getting one confirmed ticket, but finally I ended up myself with a waiting list 2.
I was in a mood to go home while cooking that night, of course, thinking about my unconfirmed ticket. On the other side, I was completely involved in the on going Indian Idol show on Sony TV. I was imagining another beautiful season of Indian Idol. Eventually, I didn’t take much time to learn that I actually touched a hot plate beside the stove. What next? Washed my hand with cool water; applied tooth paste on the burnt fingers as if it was the only alterative I had; then applied the coconut oil as well; I almost cried!!! Finally, I got the sensation of little less pain and itching only on the next morning. Even that morning welcomed with an unmoved waiting list status.
I could not sit in the AC room with those burnt fingers as they enjoyed irritating me much. But what else I could do other than sitting there? I was left with no other option as the discussion was even more interesting. I didn’t even dare to count how many times I refreshed my unmoved PNR status e-page.
Now it was 3:45 PM and the day of my journey. I had to leave the office if I was supposed to catch the train, though the ticket was still unconfirmed. The chart was supposed to be prepared by 1’o clock itself, but to add to my tension it wasn’t. Still, I strongly decided to move out of Pune that night in any case. I forgot to mention, now the status was waiting list 1.
Booked a cab and reached home. My mobile was not properly charged that morning. I had to keep it ready for any urgent calls I would get regarding the confirmation status. Many of my good friends had already taken the PNR number to keep me informed. I really thanked them so much. As I switched on the mobile charger, it was dumb. Then only I got realized that there was no power in my room. The drama continued for another half an hour. By that time my mobile was charged for only last fifteen minutes as the power had come to assist me.
I strictly decided to go to the railway station or to bus stand to leave to Hyderabad. As I entered I found a PNR status machine welcoming me. I had been there many times earlier, but I could find it only now. May be, “necessity is the mother of invention”; in my case here it was not for any invention, it was for a discovery. After many days it happened that I could not believe my eyes as the PNR machine had displayed the status as S7, 18. Ticket got confirmed!! After getting it doubly confirmed, I went to the platform announced.
As soon as I reached there, there was a loud noise from a train which was about to start. People were crying a lot, police were on their way. I feared if I would see a gunman coming out of the train similar to the 26/11 attacked. I planned to lie on the floor to be safe from the bullets. It was confirmed that mine was a false imagination as soon as I saw a woman and two men were coming out of the train while screaming at each other.
I was satisfied when I heard people on my platform saying “… Chart was not prepared”, “…waiting list was not confirmed”, “…PNR machine…just now”, etc. I though I too had great colleagues.
Hmm… I smiled on seeing the approaching train. I thought “Hurray, I’m going home finally”… After a journey of almost 13 hours, I said ‘Hi’ to my mom. Now I’m at home, enjoying the food and bed of love.
Never Hate the Loneliness…Because, It Teaches You Everything and, When You Lose It You Get Everything.
