20.3.12
19.3.12
A Wonderful Message
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window would sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lover walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed...
One morning, the day nurse arrived, bringing water for their baths, only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called hospital attendants to take the body away.As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained and turned slowly to look out the window besides the bed. All he saw was a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window to do so.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, DESPITE our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when share, is doubled.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window would sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lover walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed...
One morning, the day nurse arrived, bringing water for their baths, only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called hospital attendants to take the body away.As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained and turned slowly to look out the window besides the bed. All he saw was a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window to do so.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, DESPITE our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when share, is doubled.
Punctuation means a lot!
This is for all those people that think punctuation means nothing in today's world of acronyms and slang jargon.
18.3.12
India triumphs over rivals Pakistan
The fifth ODI of Asia Cup 2012 and you could cut the tension with a knife. A cricket match between India and Pakistan has always been a contest worth watching. I am a great fan of the game of cricket, but whenever I watch India taking on Pakistan, it's never for the cricket; it's the expressions on the faces of the cricketers and their body language that engage my interest. I was a little disappointed though, knowing my favorite Pakistani cricketer, Shoaib Akhtar, was not playing.
In addition to all the sledging, I also wanted to see The Little Master - Sachin Tendulkar - play after being relieved the great pressure of scoring a hundred centuries in cricket.
Watching Pakistan bat into the first twenty overs of their innings, I began losing hope for India. Like me, even they have very little faith in themselves. After the openers playing a terrific innings and putting on a partnership of 224 (or 244, don't quite remember), the remaining batsmen managed to take Pakistan's score to a mind-boggling 329. Pakistan managed to get a score of 329 despite the fact that they opted for an extra pace bowler and were batting shallow.
I thought all my prayers had failed when Gautam Gambhir managed to get himself out on a duck. But the partnership that Sachin Tendulkar and Virat Kohli put up left India in a quite good position despite the early loss of Gambhir. Kohli's follow up with 183 and Rohit Sharma's 68 made the game worth my time.
I was a little disappointed as I was expecting a bit of swearing and middle-finger-raising (not on the pitch, of course) after Kohli knocked his way to 183. However, the 'Do Not Get In My Way' look he displayed after reaching his century was quite entertaining, and his wild punches in the air while holding the stumps after the end of the match were even more so.
A majority of my Facebook friends (especially the Pakistanis) claimed that it was Kohli against Pakistan. I beg to differ. If it wasn't for Sachin's fifty with Kohli and later the backup that Rohit Sharma provided, Kohli may not have been able to play the marvelous innings he played despite his splendid form of late.
All in all, it was a wonderful contest. I was happy to see India emerge as the victors and I hope it wins the Asia Cup.
In addition to all the sledging, I also wanted to see The Little Master - Sachin Tendulkar - play after being relieved the great pressure of scoring a hundred centuries in cricket.
Watching Pakistan bat into the first twenty overs of their innings, I began losing hope for India. Like me, even they have very little faith in themselves. After the openers playing a terrific innings and putting on a partnership of 224 (or 244, don't quite remember), the remaining batsmen managed to take Pakistan's score to a mind-boggling 329. Pakistan managed to get a score of 329 despite the fact that they opted for an extra pace bowler and were batting shallow.
I thought all my prayers had failed when Gautam Gambhir managed to get himself out on a duck. But the partnership that Sachin Tendulkar and Virat Kohli put up left India in a quite good position despite the early loss of Gambhir. Kohli's follow up with 183 and Rohit Sharma's 68 made the game worth my time.
I was a little disappointed as I was expecting a bit of swearing and middle-finger-raising (not on the pitch, of course) after Kohli knocked his way to 183. However, the 'Do Not Get In My Way' look he displayed after reaching his century was quite entertaining, and his wild punches in the air while holding the stumps after the end of the match were even more so.
A majority of my Facebook friends (especially the Pakistanis) claimed that it was Kohli against Pakistan. I beg to differ. If it wasn't for Sachin's fifty with Kohli and later the backup that Rohit Sharma provided, Kohli may not have been able to play the marvelous innings he played despite his splendid form of late.
All in all, it was a wonderful contest. I was happy to see India emerge as the victors and I hope it wins the Asia Cup.
17.3.12
16.3.12
4.11.11
Title goes here...
About 5 months to go to the Joint Entrance Examination and I have barely started preparing. I think it's the over-confidence from the 41 points I got in IB. The first step towards correcting a flaw is recognizing it as a flaw. Having recognized what's stopping me, I expect to start preparing genuinely soon.
The biggest challenge I'm facing is time management. Despite being under the supervision of relatives, the absence of the authoritative imposition of my parents makes it unproblematic for me to veer off track and play a game of Angry Birds in the middle of the derivation of the internal section formula. Being an alien course I can't even plan out an effective time table. How do you create a time table for three subjects in a day anyway?!!
I guess it'd be wise to get back to that derivation instead of sitting here and trying to convince myself that I'm a blogger!! :p
The biggest challenge I'm facing is time management. Despite being under the supervision of relatives, the absence of the authoritative imposition of my parents makes it unproblematic for me to veer off track and play a game of Angry Birds in the middle of the derivation of the internal section formula. Being an alien course I can't even plan out an effective time table. How do you create a time table for three subjects in a day anyway?!!
I guess it'd be wise to get back to that derivation instead of sitting here and trying to convince myself that I'm a blogger!! :p
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