Frothy the Frog

I want to be happy.  I say this to myself and then sit and cry.  Haha ! Ironic. They say irony is there in every moment of our life.       What i want is to be happy but i cry and shout,”Can anyone make me happy?”
We live this life anyway, Often it is like life was living us and we dance like puppets on strings to meet its demands. There are  inspirational  incidences  to give you a new way to look at your day and your life. They show you there is good everywhere. They give you tools to be happier and find self motivation.
If life is lived in every moment, then life is always at its best.  That´s the way life is at its best – you live only now. You never stack old happiness or go hunting for future happiness, you simply be there. You become happy, you share from your happiness and pay it forward.  Speak life to those who cross your path. The power of words… can create wonders.

Frothy and Picku …………..

“Well, are you going to look at me all night, or are you going to study something too?” the frog said with sarcasm. The boy was sitting on a huge cement pipe, opposite the wall of his kitchen. The street lights beamed with full brightness and they lit the entire courtyard. They were turned on from 06 00 pm till 06 00 am everyday.

“Why do you say that? Cant i look at you!” , asked the boy.
“shh! silence, we talk later”, said the frog after cornering himself near his burrow hole.

“Get closer, closer”, the insect gets closer and clear in his eye and he grabs the beetle by it’s head and swallows it.

Days continued and the frog will come out every night.  He will see the boy with the book and go back to sleep in the morning.  They will talk to each other. The boy will express his experiences to the frog. They became friends.

Once frothy thought of telling a story to picku the boy.  And he said that to him that night. Picku would keep the book closed and listen to frothy with rapt attention.
A group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and two of them fell into a deep pit. When the other frogs saw how deep the pit was, they told the two frogs that they were as good as dead. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit with all their might.
The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead. Finally, one of the frogs took  heed to what the other frogs were saying and gave up. He fell down and died.

The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it out.
When he got out, the other frogs said, “Did you not hear us?”  The frog explained to them that he was deaf. He thought  they were encouraging him the entire time.

Frothy finished the story. “Hey picku”, he shouted. “what did you think when i was saying the frog story.”

“Frothy, i thought about a lot things, good and bad, things that happened in my life.”
“I thought about the lost moments of my life”,
“Why do you think too much my friend?” , asked the frog, who understood picku as a friend.

“You know picku i will tell you my story one day, you only tell me what it is after hearing me.”
“Oh , i would like to hear it. for sure”

There was a humming sound, it was frothy. He was lipping a Hindi romantic song. oh ! wow , hindi songs make romance more romantic… Almost all who hear them fall in love with them….   Picku too   liked it very much.
“You sing so well frothy, where did you hear this song from”
“I used to sing this for my sweet heart.”
“Hey Old boy!” and picku rose up from his seat, exclaiming as loud as possible at 02 00 am in the morning. He was so excited to know about his best friend’s love.
“Who was she?”
“More than everything”
“I felt as if i will never meet anyone else, without her i was scared to death that i will grow old alone ”

Picku liked the way, the old fat wrinkled frog was telling his personals to him.  He was feeling like a part of it. He could imagine frothy’s sweetheart, tender and beautiful.

“You don’t see a point in going on with your life,  if she is not there. Am i right?” , asked picku.

“So true”
“True….I was too frightened to ever open up my heart to love anyone else….”

“Ohh ”



“OK picku, if  i can ask you one thing?”

“Imagine that  i am a new born baby and you had a chance to name me…”

“sounds interesting …”, said picku.
“what name would you suggest ?”

“Think picku, think” , said frothy.  Picku was already cramming his previous question papers.

It was 06 00 in the early morning of 27th Dec 2004, two  days  after the christmas.  Frothy made a move back to the burrow as it was time for him to go back.

Picku closed the book, made his way to Dasettan’s Tea stall. There he read the newspaper as usual.
The headlines read, ” A Tsunami wave hit the Indian Ocean territory, due to massive earthquake that occurred at 00:58:53 in the early morning”.

All newspapers had the same headlines.


I was misunderstood for sure

Nymph of a cockroach
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Most of our self-talk comes unconsciously from our subconscious. Yet every thought that exists in our subconscious got there through a conscious decision to accept that thought.

We need to become conscious of our self-talk so we can at will choose to replace negative beliefs with positive ones. We have the power to choose an identity we love, but we need to do the work. The process of changing our subconscious beliefs requires awareness, diligence, consistency and repetition.

“Man is made or unmade by himself. In the armory of thought he forges the weapons by which he destroys himself. He also fashions the tools with which he builds for himself heavenly mansions of joy and strength and peace.”

— James Allen

Awareness is the key to all change. Begin to trust yourself more deeply as you uncover new dimensions of who you are.


It was yet another beautiful morning,  the sun had tirelessly smiled again.  I had a long day of hardwork to go, and i occupied my seat(often called the server seat) to give it a quick start. I wasnot expecting a good morning from my Testing colleagues because there wasnt any for me. But the lifeless computer was much more sincere and dependable, it displayed a good morning message as it had being doing for the past 3 years.  I could not but show my acknowledgement through a blush smile.  An email was the quote of the day, it said “An intelligent person responds: A fool reacts“. The body of the email was a very short story.

Three women met at a restaurant. yeah you can guess?? lotta discussions exchange of news and views… loads of  information. One particular of them caught my attention…one of the ladies with a lot of interests was sharing some interesting facts about cockroaches. with a lot of amazement she was telling how a cockroach can run 3 miles per hour and can change directions 25 times per second.

A cockroach could live a long time, perhaps a week, without its head. There was non stop excitement in her voice as she continued saying, ” A cockroach has amazing adaptability. It can survive in any climate, in any house condition, inside any crack etc. Its antennae, which rivals NASA’s Global Positioning system, helps it to locate other cockroaches with state of the art precision. Cockroaches could be used to place surveillance devices in military installations. In fact, a cockroach can even survive an attack of atomic explosion.”It sounded to me as if the entire restaurant had watched a quick documentary on cockroaches and their survival on discovery.  Cockroaches flew in my mind.

Suddenly, a cockroach flew from nowhere and sat on her. hmm … I wondered if this was the cockroach’s response to all the glory that was spoken about it!  “They are ‘Animals with instinct’,”, I imagined.

And guess what? Unbelievable…. She started screaming out of fear. With panic-stricken face and trembling voice, she started doing stationary jumping, with both her hands desperately trying to get rid off the cockroach.  Her reaction was contagious,as everyone in her group got cranky to what was happening. The lady finally manged to push the cockroach on to another lady in the group. Now it was the turn of the other lady to continue the drama. THe waiter rushed forward to their rescue. In the relay of throwing, the cockroach next fell upon the waiter. When he was confident enough, he grabbed it with his fingers and threw it out.

Sipping my coffee and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked up a few thoughts and started wondering. “was the cockroach responsible for their histrionic behaviour? If so, then why the waiter was not perturbed? He handled it to near perfection, without any chaos.

It’s not the cockroach, but the inability of the ladies to handle the disturbance caused by the cockroach that disturbed the ladies.”

“we all are like the cockroaches, people may say good about us, or we may think so. But the reality is when it comes to things,  we are what we are and how we are.”

I realised, “Even in my case then, it is not the shouting of my father or my boss that disturbs me, but it is my inability to handle the disturbance that disturbs me. It is not the traffic jam on the road that disturbs me, but it is my inability to handle the disturbance that disturbs me. In all, it is not something that disturbs me but its my inability to handle the disturbance caused by the disturbance that disturbs me. More than the problem, it is my reaction to the problem that hurts me.”

True …

A natural question popped up in my mind, “Then how do I outgrow this limitation?”

I understood,”I should not react. I should always respond.The women reacted, whereas the waiter responded. Reactions are always instinctive, whereas responses are intellectual. Between the stimuli(what happens through me) and the response(what happens to me) if there is no gap, it creates reaction. But between the stimuli and the response, if i use the gap to think and contemplate, then i can respond thoughtfully.

An intelligent person responds: a fool reacts.”