Rubber Balls...and Crystals....

BTW this is not anything vulgar....rather is a little boring...Its Convo season...My sister had hers on 24th...my cousin today and in another 3 days is mine...so The Chief Guest at my cousins Convo at IIMB...gave a very interesting analogy for managing Family and work...the analogy goes likes this:

"Friends , Family , Principles, Health and work are all Balls , which we need to Juggle in our lifes..and sometimes to keep balance we need to drop a ball....and work is a rubber ball which will bounce back but all the others are made of Crystal which will break..." The thought is inspiring..but is it feasible in this world of cut throat competition...intersting thought??

Then our very own Mukhesh Bhai...(Mukhesh Ambani)..gave an awsome speech on how the future of our country depends in hands of the budding mangers of today...truly speaking we are in a time when our country is on verge of greatness....and it is going to be our decisions which are going to steer it to its destination to the top...but is this generation of Techies and Managers upto it...will we be able to handle the burden of change...of course there is always Hope that we will succeed....

Speaking of Hope hers a passage from Jerome K Jeromes Three Men In a Boat...

"Once upon a time, through a strange country, there rode some goodly knights, and their path lay by a deep wood, where tangled briars grew very thick and strong, and tore the flesh of them that lost their way therein. And the leaves of the trees that grew in the wood were very dark and thick, so that no ray of light came through the branches to lighten the gloom and sadness. And, as they passed by that dark wood, one knight of those that rode,missing his comrades, wandered far away, and returned to them no more; and they, sorely grieving, rode on without him, mourning him as one dead.

Now, when they reached the fair castle towards which they had been journeying, they stayed there many days, and made merry; and one night, as they sat in cheerful ease around the logs that burned in the great hall, and drank a loving measure, there came the comrade they had lost, and greeted them. His clothes were ragged, like a beggar's, and many sad wounds were on his sweet flesh, but upon his face there shone a great radiance of deep joy.

And they questioned him, asking him what had befallen him: and he told them how in the dark wood he had lost his way, and had wandered many days and nights, till, torn and bleeding, he had lain him down to die. Then, when he was nigh unto death, lo! through the savage gloom there came to him a stately maiden, and took him by the hand and led him on through devious paths, unknown to any man, until upon the darkness of the wood there dawned a light such as the light of day was unto but as a little lamp unto the sun; and, in that wondrous light, our way-worn knight saw as in a dream a vision, and so glorious, so fair the vision seemed, that of his bleeding wounds he thought no more, but stood as one entranced, whose joy is deep as is the sea, whereof no man can tell the depth. And the vision faded, and the knight, kneeling upon the ground, thanked the good saint who into that sad wood had strayed his steps, so he had seen the vision that lay there hid. And the name of the dark forest was Sorrow; but of the vision that the good knight saw therein we may not speak nor tell."

To me the Vision he talks about is nothing but manifestation of HOPE......

The Final Countdown.....

In about another 137...hours the greatest two years of my life will come to an end...the stage is set...its time to pass out and move on...the world is beckoning...the future is ..hazy...the chaos in on the rise...the uncertainty is killing silently...the stars look distant...the sound of the waves sound distant...but the future beyond them now seems to be filled with the clangour of chaotic voices...pulling me in different direction....god will it ever end...will i be ever be free...again..I wish I could be an captain Jack Sparrow...who can...set sail...across the world's seas...free as a bird...without a care in the world or Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Eneterprise travelling through the uncertainity of space....some how this poem by Rabindranath Tagore is popping up....

" Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.
I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.
I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.
Perhaps you glance at me and think, "What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!"
Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.
I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.
With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain.
In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game."