Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr said...

  "If a man hasn't discovered something he will die
for, he isn't fit to live."

Here was a man who lived full-out, as a visionary
in life.  Can you imagine what it was like to be him?

The purpose, the passion, the honor...

You can live that kind of a life.  But it takes vision.

And what most people don't realize is...

  VISION IS NOT AN INTELLECTUAL EXPERIENCE

Think raw emotion.  Overwhelming love.  Intense
passion.

The difference between a dream and a vision
is emotion - deep emotion.

It's one thing to be excited about a big dream.

It's quite another thing to feel such a strong inner
calling that you'd face anything from one moment
to the next.

When you have vision, there's no need to dream,
to hope, to try.  You have a deep sense of knowing.

It's called vision.

Some people's vision is so strong that they'd give
their life for it.  You can see it in their eyes
and hear it in their voice.  They see something.

Those are the people you just can't doubt--You
just have to stand back and watch.

Knowledge?  Skills?  Resources?  Ha!  Those are
trivial things to them, my friend.

They feel called from within on such a deep level
that they need no guarantees.  They need no supporters.
They need no sleep.

What about you?

Think about that dream or idea you have...

Are you so deeply connected to it that you would
lay down your life for it?

Is it even possible to get so deeply connected
to your values and your vision that you would
face any challenge, any person, any fear?

And how would that change your life forever?

 

Soaks my skin - through to the bone
Pain is nothing that a downpour won't erase
Rain - you can't hold on to it
A treasure you cannot frame
Rain - somehow I'm drawn to it
I feel engaged, one and the same
When heavens dressing beads off my face
The pain is nothing that
a downpour won't erase

Adieus from the Dog That Knew Too Much

holy schmoly

I nearly blew my top when I read this on the internet.
How can a self respecting Indian woman allow this to happen ? She had to slap the old geezer right on the face SMACK!! like that. On top of that she was giggling.All over india protestors were shouting slogans and burning effigies throwing Mr Gere's schedule out of gear. I wanted to join the morcha too, however I was delayed when the train I was travelling on was canceled due to protestors burning compartments and throwing stones. They were protesting the hike in train fares.

The ignorant Americans think we Indians are so backward but little do they know that we have progressed so much in the last 10 years.
Women can now travel INSIDE a bus.
The marriageble age for girls has now been increased to 12.
It is no longer forbidden to hold hands of a woman in public view provided the woman in question is your wife and both of your age must exceed 85 and it must be a full moon day.
Numerous malls have sprung up everywhere where people can visit and spend useful time of their life appreciating the marvel of engineering.

Home ministry has released a confidential US document that New Delhi is the most livable city in India. He said it doesnt matter much that it has been ranked 248 in list of 300 cities world wide.
George W Bush confirmed that New Delhi indeed has jumped 1 place in the last 5 years from 249th to 248.Earlier 248th position was occupied by Baghdad. The cabinet ministers have relased a statement that due to rapid progress in social, economical & mental factors in New Delhi and due to sheer perseverance, hard work & talent we were able to over take Baghdad in the livability-index. Iraq home minister was unavalaible for comment when Manmohan excitedly tried to call him to deliver the news. (Editor: we later learnt that he was infact shot down while he was in the toilet and hence the non-response contratry to some non-believers that he was JUST not interested in the news)

Meanwhile in other unrelated reports Times Of India decided to whole heartedly support Sanjaya in his quest for glory on the American Idol.
TOI, being quite a patriotic newspaper, picks up anything or anyone distantly related to India (even if they are the 100th generation which is quite wierd since we could well be the 70th generation of the Australopithecus ) in the US to showcase how much our generation is progressing. The lad in question, Sanjaya, however could not pin point on which continent India lay even after 5 attempts. His Italian mother however brushed off the incident as one-off and confirmed that Sanajaya is an typical yank.

Cabinet ministers are meeting tomorrow to perform a havan for Sanjayas success. Lalu has released a report that the cricket team's stumps and bats will be used to the havan. The priest who performed the havan for Indian cricket team is missing and the Delhi police are tight lipped about this situation. Sonia Gandhi has declared that it will be a weeks bandh and goverment office will not function inorder to mourn incase Sanjaya is kicked out of the contest.

United Nations released a statement that "There is too much hunger in the rest of the world and more food is required." The whole statement was a flop as the Indian ministers didnt knew what or who United Nations were. The Europeans didnt know what "hunger" was. Africa didnt know what "Food" was while United States didnt knew what "rest of the world" was.


Viva La India !

drawbacks of a dick

Having a dick is a privilege. Dont get me wrong here.
I dont mean to be vulgar. Nor am I saying that the fair sex, lacking one, is inferior. Put nicely it feels great to be a man. However the trials and tribulations that one must go thru inorder to morph from a juvenile to a mature responsible is plain too much. This is where I feel that the endangered species , the females, are advantageous. How many guys stopped to ask direction from a pandu havaldar in delhi only to have him chew tobacco and look at you as if you landed from mars. Then he would nod his head and look around at the same time scratching his balls and just shrug his shoulders. Now the way to solve this is just to have a chick with you. yes sir that solves all the problems and you have wonderful directions from any stranger in delhi. so wonderful that it would put your GPS directions to shame.
such is the attitude in delhi.

This post is not about delhi. Its not even about traffic chaos in that God forbidden city.

Its about dick.Since I was a boy I was fascinated to study the difference and what better place than on o3 and orkut ?
Lets take an example of this chick http://www.orkut.com/Scrapbook.aspx?uid=8282850887450610834.
As you can well see the “frand sheep“ bandwagon hasnt taken long to hunt down this babe and there are three zillion twenty nine million seven thousand and fifty four requests for “frendz“ for her.
Which brings me back to the question that I have never been able to solve “Can the females in india EVER feel or be alone ?“ I mean all they need to do is to drop a feeler and there are thousand dicks ready to kiss her ass and worship the ground she treads on. There are a thousand more dicks ready to notice if she has changed her mascara or if she has new pics on her album.

Well Ok. This post is not even about the leeching dicks that abound these sites but I do want to keep them in mind in my journey through life. This post is about normal dicks like me and why being independent is important in the making of a man.

What started off this fascination was my ex boss. He was the biggest back stabbing bastard I have ever seen. And I spent the best valentines day with him. Its pretty unusual for such a thing to happen. I aint gay and I spent a valentines with a guy whom I loathed and despised ?

Well valentines day is usually the worst day I ever have every year and that particular year it was no exception. The whole office group had collected to discuss where to go to celebrate the day. And me usually the center of popularity for all events was all animated about the event. I had my eye on couple of girls for the day. It was all set for 3 pm and we returned to our cubicles. Come 3pm and I was in for a shock. All of them had left and had forgotten me. How could they do this to me ? Would they have done this if I was a female ? those bastards would have been all around begging and kissing.
I couldnt stop my tears as I rushed to the bathroom and locked myself in. Unfortunately or fortunately my boss saw me in nick of time. He pounded the door, pulled me out and dragged me to his cabin.
He listened sympathetically to me and then finally said “You cannot afford to cry.Men dont cry. There are two kinds of men. A duck and a cat. Which one is you?“

I was a duck. A dick. Not a pussy.
“A duck“ I said
“Excellent “ he said “Then never ever bend down for others.If theres a problem only you have to solve it. Its the drawback of having a dick. OK? Lets celebrate the valentines here “

He called up few places and ordered coffee and pastries.


Suddenly everything was clicking in place. I was no longer a boy.