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The five minutes difference

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While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.
“That is my son over there,” she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.”He is a fine looking boy” the man said. “That is my daughter on the bike in the white dress.”

Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter. “What do you say we go, Melissa?”
Melissa pleaded, “Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes.”
The man nodded and Melissa continued to ride her bike to her heart’s content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his daughter. “Time to go now?”

Again Melissa pleaded, “Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes.”
The man smiled and said, “OK.”
“My, you certainly are a patient father,” the woman responded.
The man smiled and then said, “Her older brother Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I would give anything for just five more minutes with him. I have vowed not to make the same mistake with Melissa.She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bike. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch her play.”

Sooner or later you too realize the importance of five minutes to your family. Running after money and the work pressure takes away these five minutes from your family. Here the man pays the price for the five minutes. I pray that no one else suffers like this. Also I hope that you understand the importance of five minutes to loved ones before it’s too late.

Think Nonsense…

Here I am, This is me

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Here I am
This is me
Just nowhere else on earth
I rather be

I am back at last to make your brains work(in a way they shouldn’t be). I am sure many of you must have missed my dose of nonsense. If not then good for you. You’ll get some more minutes to read some good stuff. Maybe prepare a cup of tea or coffee for yourself. Good use of time. Where was I these days? How can I live my blog without an entry?

I was sick. Severe fever(rhyming words. can be used in poems). It was Friday and I was really happy that the next day will be Saturday. Not for long when I woke up with a fever of 101F. WTF??(Here WT is not a number and should be read as letters). Couldn’t stand properly, there was no way I could go on myself to the doctor. Shame on me. So took a paracetamol and waited for next day. I hate to do such thing. My cousin came and he took me to the doctor the next day. Still the fever 101F. WTF?? I completed course and went again on Wednesday. Feeling good now.

Do you now how much fun I missed?? It had to come in just those three days?? On Friday it was my cousins birthday. The same one who took me to doctor. On Saturday we have a ritual ceremony to get blessings from our ancestral spirits. I never miss that. And on Sunday it was my Father’s birthday. It was celebrated at our main house and I was “carried away” to there. In spite of being sick my nose could smell all those delicious dishes which later they didn’t allow me to eat. Just two more days. That animal will come out soon.

I’ll finish it here. Keep humming the song. If you don’t know then the song is “Here I am” by Bryan Adams from the album Spirit: Stallion Of The Cimarron. Do a google search you’ll get the whole album for free. See ya soon. Keep reading and

Think Nonsense…

Poor People

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One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.

On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”
“It was great, Dad.”
“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.
“Oh yeah,” said the son.
“So, tell me, what you learned from the trip?” asked the father.

The son answered:
“I saw that we have one dog and they had four.
We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.
We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night…
Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.
We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.
We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.
We buy our food, but they grow theirs.
We have walls around our property to protect us; they have friends to protect them.”

The boy’s father was speechless.
Then his son added, “Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are.”

It all depends on how we look at things. There is always some positive in the negative. We have to find it and realize it. That can make a huge difference in our lives. It takes some effort to do it. But it’s worth.

Think Nonsense…..

25 years

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25 years

16th March was 25th Wedding Anniversary of my parents. So now you may have guessed I’m less than 25 years old. 🙂 Spending 25 years with someone is not that difficult. My parents are best examples. I’m unable to understand how do they deserve a dumb ass son like me?? It’s not fare. They deserved a lot better. Atleast my sister made them proud.I couldn’t even arrange a small function on that day. Though we four celebrated it. A small pooja is there on this Sunday. We all love our parents and so do I. But somehow I always have the feeling that I’m not doing things which make them happy. A smile on their face because of me is an incident which takes place once in a Blue Moon.

Trying to make things better. But somehow the process always gets reversed. Funny things do happen. What else could happen with me. But this fun never puts up a smile on their face. My Mother is the first lady I admire in my life. And then comes my sister. Because of these two personalities I respect woman a lot. The way they try to cover me or my mistakes without anything in return. But may be I haven’t told you guys. I’m a shameless human being.

The chemistry between me and my father always produces a bi-product and heat. There was a long silent movie running which was turned into talkie just a while back. But still it’s not that friendly. I don’t know how my steps to make them happy always go other way. One of my best quality becomes the worst here. I never stop trying. Because I know someday I’ll succeed.

Hope that day comes soon enough.