I have not written the following but someone did....After reading this, I seriously wonder that being a perfectionist is that necessary...
I WOULDN'T TRY TO BE SO PERFECT
If I had my life to live over again,
I'd try to make more mistakes next time.
I wouldn't try to be so perfect.
We all have perfection fetishes.
What difference does it make?
If you let people know you are imperfect?
They can identify with you then.
Nobody can identify with perfection.
I would relax more. I'd limber up.
I'd be sillier than I've ever been on this trip.
In fact, I know very few things that I would take so seriously.
I'd be crazier. I'd be less hygienic. I'd take more chances.
I'd watch more sunsets. I'd go more places I've never seen.
I'd eat more ice cream and fewer beans.
I'd have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I was one of those people
who lived sensibly and sanely
hour after hour and day after day.
Oh, I've had my moments,
and if I had it all do all over again,
I'd have more of those moments.
In fact, I'd try to have nothing
but beautiful moments
moment by moment by moment.
In case you didn't know it,
that's the stuff that life is made of--only moments.
DON’T MISS THEM NOW
Monday, July 12, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Empezar de nuevo
Well, these are Spanish words which means "to restart". This is so because I am resurrecting this blog after around 9 months.
Where was I these days? Well to be true, I was kind of busy doing my MBA and getting used to the demands of such course. Even during full last year, I had a lot of experiences to share but as I am a master of procrastination, all those experiences could not be given a firm shape and presented in front of the world. However, I am hoping a good performance by me this time but as the saying goes, "Old habits die hard".
Gracias, Adios...!!!
Friday, August 28, 2009
The Irony of Being part of Global Village...!!!
I read it somewhere and found very interesting. This is part of lives of all of us...at least I went through this and i still regret that....
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes.
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
Remember to always say what you mean.
If you love someone, tell them.
Don't be afraid to express yourself.
Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.
Because when you decide that it is the right time it might
be too late.
Seize the day. Never have regrets.
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes.
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
Remember to always say what you mean.
If you love someone, tell them.
Don't be afraid to express yourself.
Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.
Because when you decide that it is the right time it might
be too late.
Seize the day. Never have regrets.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Why "arms8586"...? (Continued...)
Till Now:
Why "arms8586"? It struck to me when I was creating my new "free" email id since my first email id had met with sudden death.
Hunt for an answer to vital question continues…
We have seen the origins of the ghosting term “arms8586” in the last post and in this post we will have a tryst with the answer of what “arms8586” means.
Well, guns and arms have been a fascination for me. All this started when I was in 4th. I had seen lots of guns and ammunition on TV and magazines by that time. I always used to wonder about these deadly weapons, which causes rush of emotions for both the person no matter which side of barrel they are standing. This fascination moved to next level when I got a chance to touch & feel the deadly metal. Once, my family and I were invited for lunch by a gentleman who was serving state police. While chatting I came to know that he was Inspector at city police station. So my very first request on hearing this was to have a look at his service pistol. He readily accepted that and took out the pistol from a drawer. He took out the magazine and placed the gun on table in front of me. I was dumbfounded when I saw a real pistol in front of me. Slowly I stretched my hand and touched it. My finger tips were sensing the cold metal and following well carved cuts of the gun. I picked it up with so enthusiasm that I could not feel the weight of gun which was heavier for a child of that age. In no time, it was resting in my small palm supported by other hand, pointing to a bulb of verandah and with all might I pressed trigger. “Click” came the sound when hammer struck the empty bullet chamber. It all happened in just a fraction of second. Had there been cartridge in it, either bulb would have been shattered to pieces or there would have been at least 6 inch deep hole in the wall behind the bulb. In either case, both uncle and I would have been in trouble. I think he had sensed that beforehand and hence removed magazine from gun before handing it to me. It was such a nice feeling to hold gun in my hand. It was mix of power and supremacy, security and protection. I realized how it felt to have gun in your hand when you are in trouble.
Finally, uncle took gun from me. Only after handing over, I sensed pain in wrist and arm. I was holding gun for a long time. He suggested me to do some wrist exercise. While exercising my wrist, I got introduced to different parts of the gun and their functions. He later explained about cartridge also and how it worked. It was such a nice experience to hold a real gun and fire a mock shot. The impact was so much that it became my identity in cyber world. Wherever you come across this term in cyber space, 99.9% of the times it will be pointing to me.
This was the reason “arms” glued to me. Well “8586” do not have any anecdote attached to it. It was just the case that when I was registering my new “free” email id, someone with the id “arms86” was already there. So my next choice went to “arms8586”. In this way this “idiom” came to existence.
P.S.: Hope you like the posts related to “arms8586”, but in reality both the posts are not even thousands of kilometer near to the actual reason and facts and figures of this unique term. It’s an idiom in true nature. But it helped me a lot in starting my blog and keeping you occupied. The actual reason is still a secret which might or might not be revealed. Let’s see…Till then…Happy Reading…!!!
Why "arms8586"? It struck to me when I was creating my new "free" email id since my first email id had met with sudden death.
Hunt for an answer to vital question continues…
We have seen the origins of the ghosting term “arms8586” in the last post and in this post we will have a tryst with the answer of what “arms8586” means.
Well, guns and arms have been a fascination for me. All this started when I was in 4th. I had seen lots of guns and ammunition on TV and magazines by that time. I always used to wonder about these deadly weapons, which causes rush of emotions for both the person no matter which side of barrel they are standing. This fascination moved to next level when I got a chance to touch & feel the deadly metal. Once, my family and I were invited for lunch by a gentleman who was serving state police. While chatting I came to know that he was Inspector at city police station. So my very first request on hearing this was to have a look at his service pistol. He readily accepted that and took out the pistol from a drawer. He took out the magazine and placed the gun on table in front of me. I was dumbfounded when I saw a real pistol in front of me. Slowly I stretched my hand and touched it. My finger tips were sensing the cold metal and following well carved cuts of the gun. I picked it up with so enthusiasm that I could not feel the weight of gun which was heavier for a child of that age. In no time, it was resting in my small palm supported by other hand, pointing to a bulb of verandah and with all might I pressed trigger. “Click” came the sound when hammer struck the empty bullet chamber. It all happened in just a fraction of second. Had there been cartridge in it, either bulb would have been shattered to pieces or there would have been at least 6 inch deep hole in the wall behind the bulb. In either case, both uncle and I would have been in trouble. I think he had sensed that beforehand and hence removed magazine from gun before handing it to me. It was such a nice feeling to hold gun in my hand. It was mix of power and supremacy, security and protection. I realized how it felt to have gun in your hand when you are in trouble.
Finally, uncle took gun from me. Only after handing over, I sensed pain in wrist and arm. I was holding gun for a long time. He suggested me to do some wrist exercise. While exercising my wrist, I got introduced to different parts of the gun and their functions. He later explained about cartridge also and how it worked. It was such a nice experience to hold a real gun and fire a mock shot. The impact was so much that it became my identity in cyber world. Wherever you come across this term in cyber space, 99.9% of the times it will be pointing to me.
This was the reason “arms” glued to me. Well “8586” do not have any anecdote attached to it. It was just the case that when I was registering my new “free” email id, someone with the id “arms86” was already there. So my next choice went to “arms8586”. In this way this “idiom” came to existence.
P.S.: Hope you like the posts related to “arms8586”, but in reality both the posts are not even thousands of kilometer near to the actual reason and facts and figures of this unique term. It’s an idiom in true nature. But it helped me a lot in starting my blog and keeping you occupied. The actual reason is still a secret which might or might not be revealed. Let’s see…Till then…Happy Reading…!!!
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Why "arms8586"...?
“arms8586”… what the hell does it mean? This is the very first question which is thrown by everyone on me when they hear this alphanumeric term and I keep dodging them by giving vacuous answers. Is it some kind of military code or any lucky charm or some algebraic expression? What does “8586” point to? Was it that you started coming out of the birth canal in the year 1985 and took your first breath in the year 1986?
All such kind of questions and a lot more in my list which has used reams of paper and all place under my bed. So finally I have decided to sell that to scrap dealer and that is why I am going to answer all the queries so that I need not keep a list of questions related to this. Instead, I can use the place under my bed for keeping list of more sensible questions.
So, I am starting my blogging career with discussion on this important part of life which has been with me since ages and will remain till eras. Yes, I am not kidding. It is as important as any other part of my body. I have my accounts on almost every branded, decent, “free” email service providers’ servers with this name and in this age of internet era, emails are important part of all of the youths. It is so important that on all the websites, which I have visited in my life and which demand “free” registration before allowing to cruise through their so called “private” data, I have my accounts with this id.
I am even thinking to include it in my will so that I can pass on the ownership of this unique combo of numbers and alphabets to my children and they can do the same when they write their will. Like this the baton will keep passing on.
Cutting the crap, the very important questions are what does “arms8586” mean and why did it strike to me in first place? The answer to the second question lies in the erroneous title and description of this blog, which was coined by the arrogant, boastful and over proud person (I hope he does not remove these adjectives) who posts on this blog on my behalf and made them flag bearer of my blog without consulting to me.
Anyways, the answer is that “arms8586” just stroke in my insane mind as clapper hits a doorbell when someone presses button. I was in 7th standard at that time. I was sitting in cyber café checking my mail. As soon as I opened the site, I got a obituary message on home page that my email id (which was my first one) had already met with a sudden death when policies of service provider (no it was not yahoo or indiatimes or rediff, actually I did not know about any of these giants at that time) changed and they decided to no longer keep their email services “free”. Their message also said that if I wanted my email id to take rebirth from ashes, I must pay them some dollars. I do not remember how much that was but I remember that by the exchange rate prevailing at that time, it amounted to my one month’s pocket money. So paying, the only choice was out of option and I was left with no more option with respect to my parted friend.
I was helpless and could not think of anything. Finally, I called up owner of cyber café and told him about demise of my email id. With a taunting smile, he suggested me to create a new one on yahoo. And then, “arms8586” took birth and became an inseparable part of me as child is of his mother.
I will stop here as this post has already crossed word limits of blogspot. I will answer to the first question in my next post.
To be continued…
All such kind of questions and a lot more in my list which has used reams of paper and all place under my bed. So finally I have decided to sell that to scrap dealer and that is why I am going to answer all the queries so that I need not keep a list of questions related to this. Instead, I can use the place under my bed for keeping list of more sensible questions.
So, I am starting my blogging career with discussion on this important part of life which has been with me since ages and will remain till eras. Yes, I am not kidding. It is as important as any other part of my body. I have my accounts on almost every branded, decent, “free” email service providers’ servers with this name and in this age of internet era, emails are important part of all of the youths. It is so important that on all the websites, which I have visited in my life and which demand “free” registration before allowing to cruise through their so called “private” data, I have my accounts with this id.
I am even thinking to include it in my will so that I can pass on the ownership of this unique combo of numbers and alphabets to my children and they can do the same when they write their will. Like this the baton will keep passing on.
Cutting the crap, the very important questions are what does “arms8586” mean and why did it strike to me in first place? The answer to the second question lies in the erroneous title and description of this blog, which was coined by the arrogant, boastful and over proud person (I hope he does not remove these adjectives) who posts on this blog on my behalf and made them flag bearer of my blog without consulting to me.
Anyways, the answer is that “arms8586” just stroke in my insane mind as clapper hits a doorbell when someone presses button. I was in 7th standard at that time. I was sitting in cyber café checking my mail. As soon as I opened the site, I got a obituary message on home page that my email id (which was my first one) had already met with a sudden death when policies of service provider (no it was not yahoo or indiatimes or rediff, actually I did not know about any of these giants at that time) changed and they decided to no longer keep their email services “free”. Their message also said that if I wanted my email id to take rebirth from ashes, I must pay them some dollars. I do not remember how much that was but I remember that by the exchange rate prevailing at that time, it amounted to my one month’s pocket money. So paying, the only choice was out of option and I was left with no more option with respect to my parted friend.
I was helpless and could not think of anything. Finally, I called up owner of cyber café and told him about demise of my email id. With a taunting smile, he suggested me to create a new one on yahoo. And then, “arms8586” took birth and became an inseparable part of me as child is of his mother.
I will stop here as this post has already crossed word limits of blogspot. I will answer to the first question in my next post.
To be continued…
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