Life Is Sweet

Time passes very quickly. It’s been a month since I posted. Frankly speaking, I didn’t realize it’s been that long. It just seems yesterday. While skimming through my diary, I found a poem. It’s not by me. I may have found it on some newspaper or magazine. It’s my habit to keep such pieces together in one diary. Credit to the original writer. A message to everyone…

One day I was thinking what is life,
A sweet girl told me love is life,
My friends told me faith is life,
And my mother told me courage is life,
I was puzzled in search of life,
In a dream, an old man appeared,
He said,
“Don’t waste your time adding three or four
Time is less and work is more
Life is a name of mix and naught.
Some things are, valuable and short,
The longest life at death must end.
Your length of days, can’t extend.
So search for ever, never to fail,
If you fall, then don’t recall,
If you are fair in your role,
You will soon achieve your goal.”
He said this and disappeared……..
Now I knew life is sweet.
Which money can never buy.

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E-mail From An Arab Student To His Dad

I couldn’t stop laughing after reading this and thought of sharing.

Dear Dad

Berlin is wonderful, people are nice and I really
like it here, but Dad, I am a bit ashamed to arrive
at my college with my pure-gold Ferrari 599GTB
when all my teachers and many fellow students
travel by train.

Your son,

The next day, Nasser gets a reply to his e-mail from his dad:

My dear loving son

Twenty million US Dollar has just been transferred
to your account. Please stop embarrassing us.
Go and get yourself a train too.

Your Dad


Source: Email

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To Write Or Not To Write

Finally.. After a gap of almost two months, I am writing a post. This whole year has been non-productive for me in terms of writing. There is no excuse for this. My reading habit was responsible for my writing. I used to read a lot. For instance, If I was standing near dustbin(or rather overflown dustbin) and I had nothing to do, I would pick a paper from dustbin and start reading. Sounds crazy.. I can imagine in a place far far away, a dust bin full of paper waiting for me. I wish I could go there…

My primary source of reading was and is internet. I still read stuff from Wikipedia. Whats missing is the posts in blogs. I find it difficult to open my Google reader which must have gained weight by now. There were days when we used to exercise together, regularly. Daily exercise keeps you fit and fine and slim. I could see him punching in my face with only one word coming from the mouth.. Shame.. Shame.. Shame.. Yeah. It is unaware of the fact that I am a shameless person.

The second source are books. Sometime back I took a pledge that I will read at least two books a month. I lost this habit a couple of months back. Books have always been my best friend. The only thing I can trust blindly(Though I can’t read with my eyes closed). Irrespective of how good or bad a book is, it ends up adding\aiding my knowledge. Most of the times it adds words into my vocabulary. The last two months, my habit of reading books is getting some life. Read three books so far.

Every blogger has his days. These are not mine. Over the years I have also realized that reading is similar to lying. The more you practice the better you get at it.

Till I write my next post..
Think Nonsense…

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I Have Realized That…

I have realized that…

i have realized

Relationships are easy to sow but difficult to nurture.

If you listen to your heart you get pain, but you never regret it.

Silence answers questions which words cannot.

A broken heart is difficult to repair, But not impossible.

I am way better than others, But there are better than me.

Hard work always pays you, A bit late and with interest.

If it pains parting from someone,then you love that person.

Doing something you don’t want to do, doesn’t lead you anywhere.

You always have enough time if you want.

Friends are like stickers, they never leave you completely.

And if you talk too much philosophical you get punched in your face. :angel:

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When My Friend Slapped Me

It was a dark night. Clock on my table telling me it’s 1:00 am. In past few months, this is my normal time to go to sleep. Especially after I was addicted to twitter. Thanks to my BSNL connection, I found a cure to this addiction. The positive side of sleeping late is that you fall asleep almost instantly. Otherwise I have to start a playlist of some selected “slow” songs.

Moments later I hear a sound of door being opened. Nah.. This can’t be. I make sure all doors and windows are closed before lying on bed. That’s because I hate to get up for any reason after that. Another sound of something falling on floor. I could hear my heart pumping blood. I switched on the night lamp. I saw my book shelf open and a book on the floor. That book started walking towards me. It jumped from the floor to my bed. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Totally shocked. My eyes and mouth open.
Book: Close your mouth. You have bad breath.
Me: (Closed my mouth) But I brushed three hours back.
Book: Then you don’t know to brush properly.
Me: look who is talking? A book with no teeth.
Book: Don’t argue with me. You are not good at arguing. And I have not come to give lessons on personal hygiene.
Me: Then what for?
Book: Do you remember me? Recognize me?
Me: Of course. You are the reason for my reading habit. The book that first changed my way of looking at the gray scale life.
Book: Did you forgot what you promised to yourself?
Me: What promise? Promises are meant to be broken.
Me: What the heck!! How dare you slap me?
Book: I have the right to do so. Now.. Do you remember your promise?
Me: Yes. I promised to myself that I’ll read at least two books a month. No excuses.
Book: Good. Then why you broke your promise? You haven’t read any book for last five months. You had a lot of spare time in these months.
Me: I couldn’t find a good book to read.
Book: (Another Slap) From when you started judging books? No book is good or bad. What matters is you take something from the book. Every book offers that “something”. Read a book you haven’t read. That’s all you have to do.
Me: Things have changed my friend. I cannot concentrate like I used to. Every time I start reading a book my mind starts exploring another world.
Book: And that is the reason you need to read books. You stopped trying and you have started giving up
easily. I cannot let that happen to you. I have just slapped you twice but if needed I’ll give you more.
Me: Ok. Ok. I understand. You could have explained that to me without slapping.
Book: I could have. But you don’t understand until you are slapped. Now I’ll go back to shelf. But I’ll return if you don’t keep the promised. This time I’ll come with “Theory of Structure – Ramamrutham”. Imagine him slapping you.
Me: OMG! I won’t forget this time. But just tell me one thing before you leave. Is this my imagination? Do I need a treatment or something? Coz look.. I am talking to a book.
Me: Everyone talk to books. What do you think they do when they are reading book? You call it reading but actually, you are talking to that book.
The book turns back. Jumps down to floor and again to the shelf. Door closes.

I pinched myself. It wasn’t a dream.

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