attitude is everything

Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always in a good mood and always had something positive to say. When someone ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"

He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.

Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"

Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.' I choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life."

"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.

"Yes it is," Jerry said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good or bad mood. The bottom line : It's your choice how you live life."

I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant industry to start my own business.

We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers. While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination.

The robbers panicked and shot him.

Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center.

After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body.

I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins. Wanna see my scars?"

I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place.

"The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door," Jerry replied. "Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live, or I could choose to die. I chose to live."

"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.

Jerry continued, "The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read, 'He's a dead man.' I knew I needed to take action."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Well, there was a big, burly nurse shouting questions at me," said Jerry. "She asked if I was allergic to anything. 'Yes,' I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Bullets!' Over their laughter, I told them, 'I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."

Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.

Attitude, after all, is everything.


I so loved it, it has changed the way I look at situations or whatever i surf on wave called life.

Content ...

With breeze  passing through my hair,
I feel I'm part of this air.

With my feet on ground as I walk,
I feel I'm part of this earth.

As I see,
I feel I'm part of what my eyes behold.

What I feel in my heart,
I feel I'm a part of love.

Love is such a beautiful feeling.
I completely love to be in love.

Every moment I live I feel I'm in love.

My heart is content with certain "unknown" feeling, which i find is hard to describe, explain.

People out in love would understand how it feels.
I feel like I'm flying. I can see happiness around.

WOW, This is truly amazing.

I'm in love with this music.
http://www.musicindiaonline.com/#/album/131-World_Music/18169-Hamsafar/

Moghul gardens is the music.
Sheer brilliance of tabla, flute, santoor and I don't know what instrument but it is worth listening.

I'm here in office, but still I feel I'm somewhere sitting on an edge of cliff.
With world beneath my feet making me feel like a princess,
skies just above my head as some kind of blessing,
slight breeze embracing me which is infused with droplets of dew
And caressing my face and kissing me.

Luscious greenery around to give me the contentment of my life. It is like zindagi ke musafir ko manzil mil gayi :) .

By listening to this music I have attained my nirvana for 8 minutes and 13 seconds.

Can't describe this feeling :)

Love Sex aur Dhoka ... Darling ... Love sex aur dhokaaa

Recently I watched this much bold movie with bolder meaning and boldest connect between story and title.

Yep , Its LSD.

It has three stories named Love, Sex and lastly Dhokaa where in characters are linked to each other.

First Story was all about pyaaaar pyar pyar pyar.
Second story was all about sex.
Third was all about betrayal, stabbing trust.

I will not dwelve in story telling.

But to me If the movie had just be titled Dhokha, It might have served the right purpose.

I'm saying this for all the three stories revolve around killing the trust one had for other be it in love , be it in sex and be it in dhokha.

What so ever I was bored in the third story had seen enuff of dhokha.

Too late for me to reckon this movie to you.

GIRL CHILD .. infanticide .. forfeit marriage ..

Alas, Miss. Pooja Chopra, Femina Miss India World 2009 could not win.
I feel sad. But I feel ecstatic for what she has achieved.

My interest in her began not with her pretty face but with her tears that rolled down her cheeks when she was writhing in pain but still standing tall on podium representing INDIA. She cried in surprise for been the one of the semifinalist. 
And I wanted to know more about her after I saw that she is up for a CAUSE named SAVE GIRL CHILD. That intrigued me all the more.

When I read her blog I was so taken aback.

Her Father then a Commander in Indian Navy wanted this small lil princess of 20 days to be dead because she was the second girl child.
I smile in disgust.

Her mom loved her so much that she walked out of the marriage just to raise her two lovely daughters.

And now look at Pooja.. She has made her mother proud. But more than her achievement, I feel proud of her mothers undeterred  determination and love for her daughters that made her what she did.

Now thinking of Pooja I float in happiness :)

May all find courage and energy to live life the way they want.

fleeting thot......

I just had to write down this fleeting thought before it leaving my world of enormous count of thoughts.
I was thinking what makes one feel in love???
Ummm .. mebbe hormones ... mebbe just a self created feeling to have that feeling-good factor .. God knows..
But one thing I know is that we all fear changes in feeling.
We always wait with abated breath for that excitement to touch our lives forever.
May life be rosy forever. Shyaaa .. but does it really happen?
For some it happens for all their life , for some it fades in a moment.

I dunno as to why I'm writing this. Am I in love ? No idea.

We realise in a moment that we are in LOVE and the very next moment we grow out of it .. Self - doubt , behavioural analysis .. blah blah blah and result is trampled n rusted LOVE .. two sides of everything .. even love is not spared. We live in that rusted love with eyes full of doubt and heart with little bit of distrust. We go on without expressing to the core and it fades away. We just have only one thing to be said to ourselves ' Had I tried expressing myself a l'il more' .. Is self-expression so DIFFICULT ... ouch .. it truly is for me :)

Darn this stoic and stolid love .. Well Well Well .. no place for this discomfort and we move on

C'est La Vie ..

Yet we hope for that perfect LOVE ..
I love irony :)

mana janaab ne pukara nahi :D

Mana janaab ne pukaara nahi
kya mera saath bhi gawaara nahi
muft main ban chal diye tan ke
Wallah jawab tumhara nahi :P

I love songs and especially these kinds where the guy pataofies his girl with some solid filmy aashiqana.

I can relate to many many many many songs whilst crossing Andheri bridge.

Guy while waiting for his girl :

Intehaan ho gai intezaar ki ..
aayi na kuch khabar mere yaar ki
yeh hume hai yakeen bewafa woh nahi fir wajah kya hui
Intezaar ki..

When his girl arrive:

Tum aa gaye ho noor aa gaya hai
nahi toh chiraagon se lau jaa rahi thi

LOL .. bollywood is jus fantastic .. they have song for each n every occasion ..
i love bollywood.. n i love my india..
I LOVE MY INDIA .. I LOVE MY INDIA .. again i got a song ..
WATAN MERA INDIA
KARAM MERA INDIAAAAA..

Then the love birds look into each others eyes so deeply that even an opthalmologist wont look so closely :P

But then this is magic of look that no one can evade or ignore ..

A look that blasts ones mind
kills ones thinking
makes one dumb
makes one go mad mad mad
and then blind in love :)

is par bhi ek gaana :

Ishaaron Ishaaron main dil lene wale
bata yeh hunnar tune sikha kahan se
(duh .. this from kashmir ki kali ..)

then the girl looks at her watch and his boy looks at her as he never wants her to go

girls sings :

Dhal gaya din hogai raat jaane do jaana hai :D

Boy sings:

der se aana jaldi jaana aye sahab yeh thik nahi ..

she giggles and is coy , she again waits for some time .. again the medley of songs

she says firmly that she wants to leave
he again sings

ruk jaa o jaane wali ruk jaa .. main toh rahi teri manzil ka :)

but ladki kitna der ruk sakti hai .. n most importantly medley has to end ..
even musicians sometimes must be getting bored of songs ..

she leaves .. poor guy keeps his eye fixed on his girl till the time she either is not seen or catches some mode of travelling

kaate nahi cut te din yeh raat
kehni thi tumse jo dil ki baat

la la la la la la la

Pyaar hume kis mod pe le aayaaaaaaaaaaa
ke dil kare hai koi toh bataye kya hoga :D

i m musical now .. i better stop this post :D

yaar bina chain kahan re
pyaar bina chain kahan re
sona nahi chandi nahi yaar toh mila arre pyaar karle :P

khaike paan banaras wala :D

Arrey bhang ka rang jamaa ho chakaa chak
Phir lo paan chabaay

Arrey aisa jhatka, lage jiya pe
Punar janam hoi jaay

O khaaike paan banaaras wala 
Khul jaaye band akal kaa taala

Phir to aisa kare kamaal
Seedhi kar de sabki chaal

This song always starts playin in my mind whenevr i remember my trip to Benares ..
What a trip .. Simply Awesome ..
Sisters Wedding doubled up the FUN ..

Travelling in train n eieeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkks that too in II class sleeper for almost 28 hrs ..
it was nice as it was night time .. but as the darkness was getting shooed away by bright sun light ..
Train took the shape of oven and we looked like some Stinking Pigs in for bake ..
alll the while in afternoon in afternoon i was in serious COMA .. just waiting for evening to come ..
every second of afternoon ticked after one light year .. damn i was getting so restless for evening to come ..
Some how i reached Kashi Station .. it was so breezy at 5 in morning at stn ..
wow i was out of Coma :D .. Reached my place ..
Attended my cousins sis marriage .. with all sangeet n mehndi n haldi .. n n n n n wat not ..
So many rituals to do .. jus to get married :D ..

I WAS EXCITED TO REACH GANGA GHAT N MORE FOR BOAT RIDE .. oo maajhi re .. wow :D

Got up early in morning at 4 .. left home at 5 ..
struggled to convince rickshaw wala ( cycle wali rickshaw sorry reksha .. thats wat locals call it )
to take me to vishwanath galli
(famous for Thuggus sitting in shop more than anything :P) for 25 rs..
i kn I was  FOOLED .. 25 Rupaiyya eeka baat hui :D ..
Reksha jab chali tab aisan lagal ki hummar dehiyaan ki hadii - pasli ek hojaee  ..
Darn ride was so bumpy .. i was sitting like a jet pilot ; ready for fall or to shoot from seat :D  ..
haan to ab main pahunch gayi .. reached finally ..

Way  to Ghat was like some walk on terrorist land  full of land mines .. mines wer GOBAR ..
jahan dekho wahan gobar .. while on my way i hummed ..
babuji dheere chalna gobar se zara sambhalnaa ...
finally reached GHAT .. PRAYAG GHAT ( one of Ghats of Ganga .. in one hop one lands on another Ghat .
they are so close )
I thot it wud be nice cool , breezy ,life givin ... aaaarrrgghhhh i was in for so sun bath ..
damn at 6 in morning it felt like noon ..

There were pandits , pandals , dogs, yes i cudnt see a single cat on Ganga Ghat surprising,
marigolds around
while getting down on the stair case .. Stalls (local word : thelas) on left and right .. selling same stuff ..
but it was such pleasant sight to see colorful bangles , foto frames , sindoor dibbi .. nice ..
somethings jus remain the way they have to be n still nvr loses its vanity ..
this makes me want to live more .. :) ..

There i was jus sitin and watchin ppl of Banaras and some like me and some Guests ..

Bright Golden Sky
With Goldenish Red Sun
Birds Chirping , flying

Wow Felt so awesome .. Banaras my Birth place :) ..

arre awa inha baitha .. someone screamed from downstair .. i looked arnd to see that dumb fella ..
then he s sayin blatantly .. nahana hai toh samaan yahan rakh di jiye ..
i kn it is ok .. since many ppl go for bath ther but i felt queasy and lil embarassing .. yieksss ..

waited for my dad and mausaji to finish their public bath ..
good that they returned very soon as i was getting roasted .. it was so scorching at 6 in morn ..

the WOW part of Ganga Ghat ... BOAT RIDE .. first of all i ll show the pic of the person who rowed the boat ..
he looks like CHIP of Chip n Dale :D ..



maintained his cool while rowing the boat as mom was so restless on boat;
she was hopping from one end to other scaring my elder sis ..
:) it almost felt as if boat is about to tumble ..
GOD I NEED TO LEARN SWIMMING .. i jus prayed that we shdnt fall ..
it was so pleasant to be in boat .. n play with water ..i kn it might sound filmy :D ..

got off the boat ..
traced the same staircase to go upstairs .. passed land mines again ..

settled in a hotel .. small crampy but the smell of samosas wer so appetising .. yummy ..
n left for my place .. this was my time at ganga ghat ..

One should go to Benares atleast once in their life ..