In response to Sunday Scribbles on May 22 2008.
Anu was happy with where she was in her life. She had worked hard for this and had never quit in the trying times. The phrase that her mom used to tell her in younger days was etched in her mind "Winner don't quit and losers don't win". But things seem to have changed lately. Her encouragement and suggestions was taken as intervention. Her aggressiveness and eagerness was translated to desperation. It dawned on her that people who always looked upon her, have grown up and can take care of themselves. She realized the feeling, the one her friends had been talking, which she ignored - a feeling of unwanted-ness. On closer look, it seemed like a feeling to liberation - to go ahead and live life in her terms and let the world take care of itself. She understood a greater message of life - "Winners know when to quit, losers don't".
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Thursday, May 29, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Soar
In response to the prompt on Sunday Scribbles on Thursday, May 15, 2008.
He was just 2 years old. He understood the world as good as his mom and dad but could not make them understand. One day his dad got a nice remote control plane to fly. He and his equally excited dad went outside to try it out. The weather was perfect - sunny, bright and the wind in just the right direction to make the plane go up high. His dad tried couple of times but the plane would launch and swirl down almost immediately. He was trying to tell his dad to position the plane little higher and press the button with a pressure towards down. But all his dad heard was his squeaks and shrills. His dad tried to calm him down saying he needed to concentrate on the plane fly but finally giving in to the little boy's persistent squeaks. He stood in the little chair that his dad got for him and tilted the plane and pressed the button just right. Together, they saw the plane soar up 20 feet high in the air, do a triple summersault before landing in the ground.
He was just 2 years old. He understood the world as good as his mom and dad but could not make them understand. One day his dad got a nice remote control plane to fly. He and his equally excited dad went outside to try it out. The weather was perfect - sunny, bright and the wind in just the right direction to make the plane go up high. His dad tried couple of times but the plane would launch and swirl down almost immediately. He was trying to tell his dad to position the plane little higher and press the button with a pressure towards down. But all his dad heard was his squeaks and shrills. His dad tried to calm him down saying he needed to concentrate on the plane fly but finally giving in to the little boy's persistent squeaks. He stood in the little chair that his dad got for him and tilted the plane and pressed the button just right. Together, they saw the plane soar up 20 feet high in the air, do a triple summersault before landing in the ground.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Fearless
In response to the Sunday Scribbling prompt on APril 10 2008.
Anu was from a well to do family. Both her parents were doctors. Her elder sister was an eminent architect and her elder brother was doing PhD in a well known university. She was bred in success and achievements since her childhood. So, it was no surprise when she joined the Harvard Business School for her MBA program. Many entrepreneurs from different parts of the world have graduated from this school. She had a good academic record and it was meritorious that she got into the school with a full scholarship. US was a new land to her. Though she was born and brought up half the globe apart, she quickly adapted to the new US school culture. Harvard hosted intellects from different parts of the world and maybe that's why she did not take time to adjust. Intellectual minds, despite of various culture and backgrounds, think alike. Though she never dealt with the fear that millions of children around the world face everyday, the only fear she had in her heart was of losing. In her family there was no choice of coming second or losing an opportunity. She graduated in the year of 2001 and expected to embark a promising career. But the US economy had plunged into recession and the world was following it. Initially, she was taken aback and was on the verge of depression but her father encouraged her to see the positive side of life. She kept looking but the job kept evading her. More personal setbacks followed. She learnt the reality of life and understood that things don't happen to others. It can happen to anyone, including herself, in spite of a brilliant background she possessed. In the times of job searching and dealing with personal disasters, she learnt to face life raw and be at par with her expectations and what life offers. Today as she reads the offer letter from New York Times for a news reporter, she smiles realizing that in the last three years, life had taught one of the most important lessons of her life time - to be FEARLESS.
Anu was from a well to do family. Both her parents were doctors. Her elder sister was an eminent architect and her elder brother was doing PhD in a well known university. She was bred in success and achievements since her childhood. So, it was no surprise when she joined the Harvard Business School for her MBA program. Many entrepreneurs from different parts of the world have graduated from this school. She had a good academic record and it was meritorious that she got into the school with a full scholarship. US was a new land to her. Though she was born and brought up half the globe apart, she quickly adapted to the new US school culture. Harvard hosted intellects from different parts of the world and maybe that's why she did not take time to adjust. Intellectual minds, despite of various culture and backgrounds, think alike. Though she never dealt with the fear that millions of children around the world face everyday, the only fear she had in her heart was of losing. In her family there was no choice of coming second or losing an opportunity. She graduated in the year of 2001 and expected to embark a promising career. But the US economy had plunged into recession and the world was following it. Initially, she was taken aback and was on the verge of depression but her father encouraged her to see the positive side of life. She kept looking but the job kept evading her. More personal setbacks followed. She learnt the reality of life and understood that things don't happen to others. It can happen to anyone, including herself, in spite of a brilliant background she possessed. In the times of job searching and dealing with personal disasters, she learnt to face life raw and be at par with her expectations and what life offers. Today as she reads the offer letter from New York Times for a news reporter, she smiles realizing that in the last three years, life had taught one of the most important lessons of her life time - to be FEARLESS.
Friday, April 4, 2008
The Photograph
In response to the Sunday Scribbles on Thursday, April 03, 2008
One of the non-regular games I enjoy is to guess how an adult looked when (s)he was a kid. Few years back, we had fun playing it at my friend's baby shower. The baby photos were passed with a number tagged to them. Each one of us had to write down in a piece of paper the photo number and the person's name. We laughed hard hearing all the wrong guesses. The one to take the cake was the photograph my friend's husband guessed to be of my friend in her babyhood. The guess was obviously wrong and the most interesting part was the photo belonged to a boy!
One of the non-regular games I enjoy is to guess how an adult looked when (s)he was a kid. Few years back, we had fun playing it at my friend's baby shower. The baby photos were passed with a number tagged to them. Each one of us had to write down in a piece of paper the photo number and the person's name. We laughed hard hearing all the wrong guesses. The one to take the cake was the photograph my friend's husband guessed to be of my friend in her babyhood. The guess was obviously wrong and the most interesting part was the photo belonged to a boy!
Monday, March 24, 2008
I just don't get it
Response to the prompt on Sunday Scribbles on March 20 2008.
This happens every week without fail and I am completely baffled. I see no logic, no rhyme and no reason but there is nothing I can do to stop it. Every weekend, when I do my laundry, I invariably lose one sock. I just end up buying more white and black socks. For some reasons, the colored ones are spared. Nowadays, most socks are ambidextrous, as in, can be worn by either foot. I try to pair up the socks which have attainted bachelorhood but they never match up because of the difference in shades! So, now I have 5 single white socks and 6 singled black ones. They are all of the same color but if you look at them closely, you can see that they are indeed different. The more I think about it, the more I am confirmed that socks resemble fingerprints. Even though human hands seem similar, we are unique with our fingerprints. Maybe one day, sock would be our identity and can replace signature and fingerprints!
The more confusing part, however, is what is the washing machine doing with one sock? Does it eat it, hide it, wear it and why? I shudder to think if I have a monster at my home, that too, a one legged since it always takes one sock away and doesn't even bother to touch a stocking.
I just don't get it.
This happens every week without fail and I am completely baffled. I see no logic, no rhyme and no reason but there is nothing I can do to stop it. Every weekend, when I do my laundry, I invariably lose one sock. I just end up buying more white and black socks. For some reasons, the colored ones are spared. Nowadays, most socks are ambidextrous, as in, can be worn by either foot. I try to pair up the socks which have attainted bachelorhood but they never match up because of the difference in shades! So, now I have 5 single white socks and 6 singled black ones. They are all of the same color but if you look at them closely, you can see that they are indeed different. The more I think about it, the more I am confirmed that socks resemble fingerprints. Even though human hands seem similar, we are unique with our fingerprints. Maybe one day, sock would be our identity and can replace signature and fingerprints!
The more confusing part, however, is what is the washing machine doing with one sock? Does it eat it, hide it, wear it and why? I shudder to think if I have a monster at my home, that too, a one legged since it always takes one sock away and doesn't even bother to touch a stocking.
I just don't get it.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Time Machine
I have a time machine, one of its kind
It is with me always, it's my mind
Takes me back to my younger days
When life was fun and we had our ways
Lets me relive the moments I treasure
And makes me smile with joy and pleasure
Take me to the crossroads where I had to decide
Hoping that life will be in my side
Peeking into the future with hope and wonder
Wishing that the seeds sown now will bloom into flower
Time is a great teacher and life is a big mystery
With a right mind, I hope to complete this journey.
It is with me always, it's my mind
Takes me back to my younger days
When life was fun and we had our ways
Lets me relive the moments I treasure
And makes me smile with joy and pleasure
Take me to the crossroads where I had to decide
Hoping that life will be in my side
Peeking into the future with hope and wonder
Wishing that the seeds sown now will bloom into flower
Time is a great teacher and life is a big mystery
With a right mind, I hope to complete this journey.
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