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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Abraham Lincoln's letter to his son's teacher

“My son starts school today. It is all going to be strange and new to him for a while and I wish you would treat him gently. It is an adventure that might take him across continents. All adventures that probably include wars, tragedy and sorrow. To live this life will require faith, love and courage.

So dear Teacher, will you please take him by his hand and teach him things he will have to know, teaching him - but gently, if you can. Teach him that for every enemy, there is a friend. He will have to know that all men are not just, that all men are not true. But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero, that for every crooked politician, there is a dedicated leader.

Teach him if you can that 10 cents earned is of far more value than a dollar found. In school, teacher, it is far more honorable to fail than to cheat. Teach him to learn how to gracefully lose, and enjoy winning when he does win.

Teach him to be gentle with people, tough with tough people. Steer him away from envy if you can and teach him the secret of quiet laughter. Teach him if you can - how to laugh when he is sad, teach him there is no shame in tears. Teach him there can be glory in failure and despair in success. Teach him to scoff at cynics.

Teach him if you can the wonders of books, but also give time to ponder the extreme mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun and flowers on a green hill. Teach him to have faith in his own ideas, even if every one tell him they are wrong.

Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when everyone else is doing it. Teach him to listen to every one, but teach him also to filters all that he hears on a screen of truth and take only the good that comes through.

Teach him to sell his talents and brains to the highest bidder but never to put a price tag on his heart and soul. Let him have the courage to be impatient, let him have the patient to be brave. Teach him to have sublime faith in himself, because then he will always have sublime faith in mankind, in God.

This is the order, teacher but see what best you can do. He is such a nice little boy and he is my son.

Rotten or Sour?

Rotten Apple


OR


Sour Grapes


For those who dint understand, Rotten apple is from the story (courtesy : manjusha and anil sir)where the girl patiently waits for an apple from god and finaly after a lot of effort get it! and sour grapes are our very old fox n d grapes.

This is totally whats going on with me right now. what i am congused about is :
Was "IT" a rotten apple or sour grapes huh ?????

Monday, January 17, 2011

The Power of ME !!!!!

Entering a new year! 2011-01-01 whoa!! What a date! Umm… so well this year begins without a party for me like last year. My dearest naanuu passed away on 30th dec, and no I aint sobbing.. why should I ? that man had been suffering for 7 months now.. he deserved death to rest in peace. But yeah, it’s a great loss for my family ; especially mumma cuz she loved him the MOST! And I love her the most, so it’s like a cycle you know.
Dec 31st, 2010 was the night I completed Shantaram. I got a call from Sriram my dearest friend, he was the first one to wish me “happy new year”. We spoke about the amazing resolutions, about life, work and the ending of eighth semester. It always feels good to talk to him, funny and useless topics that we chase keep the energy high! We ended the conversation soon, and Sriram was left with a smile on his face( I imagined it). Then Archana called to wish and it was a lot of swearing and lovey dovey talking to her. New year had come !
Then I spoke to him all night. But he wasn’t in a good mood or sleepy or whatever cuz he was home. I have to appear for XAT tomorrow yet I talked all night because I love him. I was feeling some kinda anxiety while talking the whole night. He hurt me last night. I don’t know why but I was feeling like a splash of emotions inside me. Love, hatred, desire, winning, losing, sad and most of all the question of why I did whatever I did !!
There was somewhere a content sleeping in me yawning and ensuring to never go away. Content that said “Leena you have done some good things too, and don’t worry they ll be well taken care of.” But then, imagination and grey thoughts overpower the feeling and question me : “ Really ? Am I, Leena Patil, on the righteous path?” And then the question answer cycle began in my mind.
I have a great mind, a great imagination power and a lot of energy, so I concluded that night the FOL(fact of life): keep working, u ll get it. Also, I know what I have in me and how I can channelize my ideas and do some great things; making a difference to this world, doing something for the womankind, for me and my Mum ‘n’ Dad. I am not in a stage where I have a concrete plan, but soon I am coming up with one and it is going to be kick-ass !:P
With him in my life I have the power to be me, the power to do and most of all the power to live and to make lives ! I owe this year to him, he who gave me : ME… !

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

NAKED

Naked are my thoughts before you,
My words clear like glass to see through,
Into the depths of my soul and mind.
The truth is exposed for you to find.
Do you like what you see?
It doesn't matter because this is me.
Unashamed of who I was born to be.

Naked is my soul for you to see,
Is there any other way to be?
If I decide to hide, you'll see,
I'm forever etched into your memory.
Open your eyes to the many colors of me.

Naked is my heart within these rhymes,
Will you hold against me my crimes?
Everyone's beautiful in their own way,
But it's my turn to shine today.
I had to become more brave,
If I could, every painting I would save.

Naked is my mind before your eyes,
Is it the truth I should disguise?
The changes only experience can bring to a soul,
The world's constant attempt to mold us into a black hole.
Pouring out my soul for you,
You'll never be able to claim me untrue.

Naked am I through my poetry,
My hope, my fear, my epiphany.
Expressed in the only way I can explain,
My passion, my love, my pain.
If you could look past my imperfections,
You'd see the beauty in me and my good intentions.

Naked am I for the world to see...
The art in me what will be.

(plz comment justin)