tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47014898916866973142024-03-19T09:30:13.774-07:00Pebbles and Sand of our livesAs kids, we must have heard lots of stories. In some way, our lives are part of a story or many stories are part of our lives. This blog is all about stories and "theories", that of course are my brainchild, and those, that are probably good for nothing but this blog.
Why then do I call this "Pebbles and Sand of our lives"?
Read on….. enjoy…(hopefully)!!Naresh Babuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179714411826570088noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701489891686697314.post-89906055816599810842021-09-04T22:54:00.005-07:002021-09-04T22:54:55.016-07:00Pehchaan<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px;">Kehna hai aaj ki</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px;">Main toh ab bhi wahin hu</span></div><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Jiske yaad ki parchayi bhi </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Ab na rahi</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Main toh aaj bhi wahi hu!</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Tanaav ke iss phailaav ko bhool</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">jeene ki ek koshish hai</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Zinda hai ab bhi</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Woh sapne jin me aaj bhi kashish hai</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Naadan hai ab bhi dil</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Bas kehna hai mushkil</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Jin aankhon se dekhi duniya hai</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Un putliyon mein chupa ab ek sannata hai.</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Sunna hai sabko yeh ki</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Aage hi badh rahe hain</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Waqt ke ke kone mein</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Saanson ki darmiyan mein</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Bhale dafan ek pehchaan hai!</span></p>Naresh Babuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179714411826570088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701489891686697314.post-29511076072609970112019-10-06T12:29:00.000-07:002019-10-06T12:46:55.546-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
(Un)Silent Emotions<br />
<br />
As a heart beats<br />
And the sound echoes<br />
There is a silence in the room<br />
But my mind .. it explodes<br />
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Apart we are as we were once close<br />
And can't heed to the emotions we chose<br />
As we give up Hope,<br />
There is silence in the room<br />
But my mind .. it explodes<br />
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As a million thoughts race through my head<br />
As a future for is what I dread<br />
I wish the room weren't silent<br />
(But) neither can I turn back nor move ahead<br />
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My mind .. it explodes<br />
And my heart .. it still beats and it still hopes!! </div>
Naresh Babuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179714411826570088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701489891686697314.post-67525022276268335202015-06-27T16:01:00.000-07:002015-06-27T16:01:15.411-07:00Voice of God<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am an Animal<br />
On two limbs, I stand,<br />
I hunt for my meat,<br />
from land to land,<br />
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Schooled in the ways of the world,<br />
cultured and nurtured with the moral good,<br />
I was different they said,<br />
They called me Human.<br />
Life to be measured by my devotion,<br />
To know never what it beats of<br />
To never be driven by Passion.<br />
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Thus they are, thus they will be<br />
O Captain!, my Captain!<br />
The truth shall they never see!<br />
<br />
I am an Animal<br />
On two limbs, I stand,<br />
I hunt my own kind<br />
in His name they call divine,<br />
<br />
His eyes they say, on them shall always be<br />
yet, slay their brothers, who heed to thee<br />
Bow we must to the ultimate one,<br />
Know not of him,<br />
yet each believe to be a different one.<br />
<br />
O Captain, my captain<br />
Shall the truth not be known,<br />
You beat in them as one<br />
You beat in each one as their own.<br />
<br />
O Captain my captain,<br />
You yet, beat within me,<br />
Your voice is all I hear,<br />
As I walk this jungle, sans fear,<br />
Guided by your sinewy hand,<br />
I call me an Animal<br />
On two limbs, I stand.</div>
Naresh Babuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179714411826570088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701489891686697314.post-44158704703437435142014-11-28T17:27:00.002-08:002014-11-28T17:27:47.364-08:00Arun .... This one is for you.. For the first of the many successes to come.. for you just being totally awesome!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Aaj ek chain ki saans leni hai<br />
Aaj ek lambi aah bharni hai<br />
Phisal rahee thi joh haathon se zindagi<br />
aakar uski dor aaj phir se bandhi hai<br />
Zindagi mujhe phir se jeeni hai<br />
<br />
Kal tha jo haathon mein pyaala<br />
uski mehek ab bhi saanson mein hai<br />
Kal tha jo aankhon mein nasha<br />
usee se toh in aankhon mein nami hai<br />
Baadalon ki chaadar odhe<br />
kahin so gayee thi zindagi<br />
Un baadalon se phisal kar ek boond<br />
ne aaj phir ummeed jagaayi hai<br />
Aaj aankhon mein ek nayee nami hai<br />
Zindagi mujhe phir se jeeni hai<br />
<br />
Kal ek nayi subah hogi<br />
Kal yeh dor shaayad kisi aur ke haath mein hogi<br />
Jab Jab kheecha isko apni ore<br />
tab tab yeh dor tooti hai<br />
Aaj is dor ke ehsaas ko phir se mehsoos karna hai<br />
Aaj ek chain ki saans leni hai<br />
Zindagi mujhe phirse jeeni hai<br />
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Naresh Babuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179714411826570088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701489891686697314.post-49043937134326139722014-11-26T21:57:00.000-08:002014-11-26T21:57:27.815-08:00A small dedication to my friends <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Adhoore kuch sapnon ke peeche<br />badalte kuch rishton se aage<br />Iss pyaar aur bharose ko nibhaane<br />apne liye kuch karne aaj kadam badhaana hai</div>
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Yaad nahi hum tumhe apne saath rakhenge<br />Bhool na sako itna hum tumhe call karenge<br />Aagya chahta hun ki aaj hum jayein<br />karne jo chale woh kar dikhaye<br />hue jo kaamyaab tab phir se milna hai<br />na hue toh laut ke buddhu ko<br />GHAR hi aana hai</div>
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Alvida nahi yeh alpviraam hai!!</div>
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Naresh Babuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179714411826570088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701489891686697314.post-46098155484278416532014-09-10T14:17:00.000-07:002014-09-10T14:17:09.154-07:00Poem for Bro!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
To my kid bro.. The puppy face 'desi' Jason Bourne.. Here's my original for you!!<br />
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<br />
A smile on my face<br />
and a twinkle in the eye<br />
a thought that slipped a lip<br />
but yeah! it hit bull's eye<br />
<br />
An empty can here<br />
and many more there<br />
My bottom's up for today...<br />
the smile is back on the face<br />
am happy as I am, but surely not gay!!<br />
Tomorrow is as new as its far<br />
Yesterday too was...... errr what??!<br />
<br />
I find it hard to be truly sad<br />
wonder if its what I smoked, or<br />
what I just had.<br />
Think it's all in a day's work<br />
it either works out or it doesnt<br />
A good night's sleep is all I care<br />
or Bro!!.. Ill be damned!!<br />
<br />
A smile on my face<br />
and a twinkle in the eye<br />
The thought on my lips<br />
now got a better hold,<br />
it may not hit the bull's eye<br />
back off though..<br />
you might just get trolled!!!</div>
Naresh Babuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179714411826570088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701489891686697314.post-81500280472217617392012-10-15T09:05:00.003-07:002012-10-15T09:28:15.925-07:00A Thank You Note<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
Scribbled, torn and Crumpled,<br />
A thank you note,<br />
that I had so badly jumbled.<br />
<br />
A Night went by<br />
and a day passed by,<br />
Here I am staring at the twilight sky.<br />
<br />
Like a falling star from a distant sky,<br />
The twinkle that a galaxy lost in its eye,<br />
The poet in me, felt like a cake,<br />
that a lazy ass baker forgot to bake.<br />
<br />
Put the pen down back in the stand,<br />
washed the ink, off of my hand,<br />
XBOX, foosball, some curry and some bun,<br />
A night, that beckoned,<br />
with promise of fun<br />
<br />
The mood was upbeat,<br />
victory and losses were part of the treat,<br />
Friendly banter,<br />
followed by chatter and clatter<br />
<br />
A man in black,<br />
knocked on my unheavenly door,<br />
Said: "Cut the crap!!Let me sleep and snore"<br />
<br />
Its almost dawn<br />
my eyes lack sleep and I look forlorn.<br />
As I retire to sleep,<br />
I hear my mobile beep:<br />
<br />
".. uploaded a photo of you"<br />
Smile crossed my face<br />
and I mumble a simple "Thank You!!"</div>
Naresh Babuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179714411826570088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701489891686697314.post-51422921792787248942012-10-12T11:38:00.003-07:002012-10-12T11:38:49.534-07:00A HAPPY RHYME<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There was a notion in my head,<br />
That one could be a Poet,<br />
When something exciting within, is now dead.<br />
<br />
Words, I thought only rhymed,<br />
When, all other actions are mistimed.<br />
<br />
Exciting today as it is,<br />
So full of life and laughter,<br />
I wonder, if the poet within me,<br />
would wake up from his slumber.<br />
<br />
Where there is a will, I was told there is a way,<br />
A pen stand it was, that brought cheer,<br />
to my otherwise boring day.<br />
<br />
Stopped all my work,<br />
Picked the pen up, from its stand,<br />
My actions, timed or mistimed,<br />
MY WORDS, ALL OF THEM RHYMED!!</div>
Naresh Babuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179714411826570088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701489891686697314.post-60239544763643738042012-04-29T02:48:00.000-07:002012-04-29T02:48:25.384-07:00Life and the re-curring mistakes!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">As the pain within amplifies</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">a voice in me seeks new life</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">A fire it was, a lifetime of pain,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">A Phoenix there was that was consumed within,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">The smoke went up and a past erased.<br /><br />As ashes remain, through Grit and Might!!<br />A Phoenix rises, defying fortune's spite!!<br />A fire it was, that was revived!!<br /><br />As the pain within (again) amplifies<br />a voice in me seeks new life</span>
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This is about us. <b>We- The People of India.</b> We, the PROUD Indians.<br />PROUD of being SOCIALLY IRRESPONSIBLE, PROUD of being careless towards ourselves.<br /><br />To those of you who got offended at the accusation, here are the reasons:<br /><br /><ol><li><i>We break signals, unless there isn't a policeman on the other side.</i></li><li><i>We honk carelessly in the traffic, even when there isn't much that the person in front of you can do, in a jam.</i></li><li><i>We cross our roads and even HIGHWAYS, while SMS-ing friends or talking on cell phones and sometimes just walking nonchalantly, ignoring the fact that there could be a vehicle coming in your direction. It is assumed by default, that a vehicle has to stop for us, whenever we decide to cross the road!!!!!</i></li><li><i>When a stone/some obstruction is lying on the road, we do not care to pick it up, and throw it in a corner, until someone falls, gets hurt and conveniently blames the government for bad roads!!!!!!!!!</i></li></ol><br />WHY do we have to break a traffic signal, when the maximum that you will be delayed there is 90 seconds. Even if you have to stop at 10 signals on your way, you will be delayed only by 15 mins!!!! WHY is our personal urgency more important than the life of our own and others?? And if we really don't care about lives so much, we must be hypocrites when we do a peace protest, for the LIVES lost in 26/11 and Tsunamis!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />WHAT is wrong in stopping your vehicle, for a few seconds, to go and clear the road of some obstruction, if it can save someone's life?? Every road is <span style="font-weight:bold;">NOT </span>monitored by a close-circuit camera, and we have to take up this responsibility if we CARE!!<br /><br />WE can blame the government for bad condition of the roads, the quality of cement or brick used in building the road dividers, but what are WE contributing in bringing about a change? <span style="font-style:italic;">WE call ourselves literate people. ARE WE?????!!!!</span><br /><br />Being literate does not mean possessing a degree in Engineering/ Commerce /Arts or anything. It also means being AWARE of the RESPONSIBILITY towards the SOCIETY that is AWARDED to us with that degree. Drinking and Driving after late night parties, portrays in <span style="font-weight:bold;">BOLD</span>, our irresponsibility and Until, we realize this, WE are all ILLITERATES!!!!<br /><br />WE need not be heroes, by doing an act of Valour or courage only. We, can just feel PROUD by doing our least bit in obeying traffic rules. Feel PROUD that you are a RESPONSIBLE CITIZEN of INDIA, when you STOP at a SIGNAL, when our fellow ILLITERATE CITIZENS, do everything they can to LOSE their own lives or take others lives, by jumping that signal!!! Movies like <i>"Rang De Basanti" </i>and <i>"Anniyan (Aparichit)"</i>, were not just made for commercial successes. They wanted us to to be RESPONSIBLE in our deeds!!.<br /><br />It is from Us that the next generation learns. You are the HEROES(or HEROINES) for the next generation. A Shah Rukh Khan or Aamir Khan only as much as influences the hair-do's of the next generation. YOU and only you can influence their habits by doing the RIGHT things!!!!<br /><br />To those of you, who have reached this far, it is my request, to START to make the INDIAN ROADS, a SAFER PLACE, for everyone. Think before jumping a signal, if indeed, it will cost you a fortune, if you reach a few minutes late!!.<br /><br />In case you still feel offended..... WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!Naresh Babuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179714411826570088noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701489891686697314.post-5802914209532044532009-09-13T11:32:00.003-07:002009-09-13T12:14:09.198-07:00It's been a Whole Year !!I Started this blog a year back, and since I was very good at story-telling, I thought it was best to WRITE them down as well. A whole year later, I realised, that well, writing is a whole lot different than blabbering fundas to a group of people around me.<br /><br />Well, so why am I back, then??<br /><br />Let me put that again in the form of a story that we all have read in our primary school days.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><blockquote>There was this king who was on the brink of losing a war, and had taken refuge in a small cave. This King went by the name of "King Bruce". In that cave, his eyes fell on a spider that was falling repeatedly, from the remains of a broken cobweb, but nevertheless, kept trying to climb back. After a certain point of time, the fallen King, was watching keenly to see if the spider would be able to make it to the top or not, and it did. This dogged resolve of the spider to climb up and not not give up, motivated the king to go and fight for his kingdom without giving up, and if i remember correctly, the text book told us, he eventually did win the war.<br /></blockquote></span><br />I believe that I have it within me to communicate my thoughts not just VERBALLY, but in WRITING as well and I will not give up on it, even if it takes another year for me to put up another story on this blog!!! (MY BLOG!!!), after all, there are very few people and places, where you can express yourself even in a democracy.<br /><br />YOU know what, now that I think of it, it does not apply to just me, but everyone of you, who wants to do something, that you believe in or because you think you have it in you to do something, you must have left ages ago!!... Make a list of all those things that you have given up on and go for them my SPIDERMEN!!!!!!!.<br /><br />See you again( Don't know when :))Naresh Babuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179714411826570088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701489891686697314.post-53113640145361443142008-09-06T08:16:00.000-07:002008-09-06T08:18:21.368-07:00Babu Speaks: "A Stitch in time SAVES Nine"It is a very famous saying that says: “A Stitch in time saves nine”. <br /><br />During school days, I heard this and asked my teacher to explain me the inherent meaning of this. The explanation was very simple, and of course I needn’t go into the details of it. But, at the end of it, she told me, that this saying is not applicable only to the fabric of the shirt in whose context she explained me the entire theory, but to every thing or every being in this world, which shares a physical or a chemical bond to someone or something else. In short, whenever there is a small rupture or damage to a bonded existence of a thing, immediate attention to it, would save a lot of damage control later when the rupture has grown into a tear.<br /><br />My next story, is an attempt to outline, one such rupture that has grown into a very big tear, and, WE, the PEOPLE, of INDIA, even though are aware of it, do nothing about it, as we are busy STITCHING THE TEARS in our personal lives.<br /><br /><br />------- Story to be followed by the Summary coming first......Naresh Babuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179714411826570088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701489891686697314.post-89408000579837190992008-08-15T11:33:00.000-07:002008-08-15T12:14:12.861-07:00<em>Babu Speaks:</em><br /><br />First of all, Welcome to my Blog. And if you are still wondering why the title says: "Pebbles and Sand of our lives", then, read below:<br /><br /><em>"Two boys were given a jar, some Sand and some Pebbles. Each was asked to fill the jar with the sand and the pebbles. One of them filled the Sand first into the jar and then tried to fit the pebbles into the sand filled jar. The other filled in the pebbles first and then he poured the sand over the pebbles."</em><br /><br />I need not tell you, who was smarter among the two. <br /><br /><strong><em>Moral of the story being: </em></strong><br /><br />Having a Goal<strong>(PEBBLES)</strong> and then the Plan<strong>(SAND)</strong> to achieve it, will result in a concrete binding of ideas<br />than,<br />Having lots of plans, without a concrete Goal, where the GOALS and the PLANS are loosely bound to each other<br /><br />This is one of the stories, which made me realise, how naively, a simple story can teach us a lesson, on the very fundamentals of planning and management. <br /><br />It is my belief that stories can help us understand things better and stories like the one above are my reasons to believe so, and through this blog, I want to narrate stories - some for fun, some with a moral, some based on personal experiences etc.Naresh Babuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179714411826570088noreply@blogger.com2