Talk on motivation,

Sometimes i feel as if i should work with the mentally retarded children, when i face regression from people whom i love.

Living with such children who will never expect anything out of you,  who will need you may not need you.   But i will have the  false feeling that they need me.  I wish my life ends in the service of mentally challenged people.

I know my aunt for years,  one would hate her for  mental challenge.  But i rared to see my grand mother feel secured even for a day before her death.  She would sleep on the old cot whitely covered with a neat sheet(she used to wash it till her last day of stay at home)  and hold my hands to speak in a tone smothered with crowded sadness and lonely existence.

I never saw her tear her eyes.  But i remember her consoling me whenever i used to cry,  “There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief…and unspeakable love.”

“I know i cant stay longer, one day he will call me. How much should i wait? ”

“when you grow older, you got to take care of your aunt. If i am gone people will kill her.”

People kill each other,  like animals do.

It was a crowded train, plying between two major cities of India. Luckily Mohan and Raghu got seats.

“Was adolf hitler a jew? “ , a question raised a flare of discussion in the neighbourhood.
“I don’t think so”, answered another.

“Why do you say so”

Look at his actions, he brutally killed the jews “

“Did you know about the ‘Inglorius Basterds’ in the american army”

“Nah! but i know a lot of bastards here”, he laughed as he passed his strong comments.

At the corner of the window seats, a father and a middle  aged son sat down.  Raghu was a bit old, but managed to get a seat for his son.  As  the train moved, the son began to exclaim loudly and express his happiness at the sights the small window of the train opened to.  The train moved through fields, townships, barren land, crossed rivers and lakes, green and arid plains.  His reaction was that of a frolic child who knew no fear.

Views that travel

“Father, Look at the river and the coconut trees lined up. I cant wait to see more.”

The old said nothing but looked around the faces of fellow passengers, some of them didnt like the way his son was shouting in happiness.  Raghu kept quiet.

Out of happiness, he opened the window shutter and felt the wind.  But there was no stopping his enjoyment, he was in his world.  It started raining. Raindrops sprinkled in.  A newly married couple was  sitting on his opposite.

The young bride was getting wet.  The opened shutter was making her annoyed.  But her  frowns were no signals for him. He was in his world.  Finally her discomfort let the husband lose his control, and he started to shout hard at Raghu.
“If you cannot control this guy, then you better take him to a mental asylum.  Atleast  there wont be any nuisance to the public.”
“Why dont people understand these simple matter?”

There was a shocking silence as the furious husband sparked with bad words,  fellow passengers supported him and adviced Raghu to take him to the city’s famous mental hospital.  Raghu’s son was petrified and went silent in the corner.

Raghu put his head down and took all the verdicts of the crowd. Then the sad father apologised to the people around for his son’s abnormal behaviour.
He said,”I am sorry for the trouble he caused”
“Actually we are  coming from a hospital,  he was discharged from the hospital only yesterday.  After years of waiting, he could get  his eye sight, we never thought he could ever see”
“But he could see”

There was more silence in the area, as if some strange phenomenon  occurred.   The man who shouted was quietened and he felt ashamed at his act of passing the verdict without knowing the reality.

Sometimes people are too cowards, but bigots as well.


“Hey its another Hartaal on the coming Monday”

“huh, do you know what is the meaning of ‘iron fists in a velvet glove‘”

“oh really, thats interesting, by the way what does that actually mean?”

Suddenly a man sitting at the corner, looking like a teacher came up with an explanation.
“it s an idiomatic usage. its something that you say when you are describing someone who seems to be gentle but is in fact severe and firm.”

“for example, Lets look at Napolean,  he looked gentle and kind,  but the minute you got down to talking business with him, he  was as hard as nails – an iron fist in a velvet glove.”

And he gave a lecture on Leadership qualities there.

Mohan was   continuously talking to Dev, he was the manager in an IT company and Dev worked under him .  Mohan once had the dreams of doing good in a foreign country.  But liabilities got him tied to his native.  Nearly 20 years of experience made him a firm believer in himself.  Dev was a struggler, a veteran struggler like once what Mohan was.  He was looking at the pretty girl sitting opposite to them.

It was a journey into time and out of time, finding one’s reality.

Everyone wants everything  better in this life and if you are constantly working on self improvement, you will develop more self-confidence, better self-esteem and greater internal motivation to be the best.

Not all is rosy, and things might not be the best.

I feel blue and drown in thoughts of myself. Rock bottom, low and depressed. Ground Zero.

When you’re at ground zero, a trigger can change, an insight, a story. Overturn. Tears and smile.

And off I go …; ready to take on the world.



Every day may not be good, but there’s something good in every day. ~Author Unknown

The sun shines and warms and lights us and we have no curiosity to know why this is so; but we ask the reason of all evil, of pain, and hunger, and mosquitoes and silly people. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. ~George Santayana

Happiness is an attitude. We either make ourselves miserable, or happy and strong. The amount of work is the same. ~Francesca Reigler

If you don’t like something change it; if you can’t change it, change the way you think about it. ~Mary Engelbreit

So often time it happens, we all live our life in chains, and we never even know we have the key. ~The Eagles, “Already Gone”

The only people who find what they are looking for in life are the fault finders. ~Foster’s Law

He who has so little knowledge of human nature as to seek happiness by changing anything but his own disposition will waste his life in fruitless efforts. ~Samuel Johnson

Think big thoughts but relish small pleasures. ~H. Jackson Brown, Jr., Life’s Little Instruction Book

Every thought is a seed. If you plant crab apples, don’t count on harvesting Golden Delicious. ~Bill Meyer

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. ~Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere’s Fan, 1893


John and cella loved each other very much.
I just thought about the Kid born to john and cella, cella  was widowed after pit was born. One day during the school, cella came to meet pit, who was in the high school then.  All the mates made fun of pit, because his mom had only one eye.  He too felt embarrassed being the son of a one eyed widow. He decided not to talk to her, and go away from her once he is on his own. He did it, never came to see her, even never let her know his marriage. Years later neighbours informed him about her death. And he came to collect his share of home and property. There the gentlemen handed over to him, a letter written by the widow to her son before her death.
It read, ” Dearest pit, my baby… you were too young to be told then, so i thought i will tell you later, but that never happened, i had to donate my eyes to you when you were four, as my baby’s  one eye didnt function. I could not imagine my baby being one eyed when i had both”

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