For Sluggards :)

There is no pain worse than not acheiving a dream when it is your fault; if God did not want you to have it, that is one thing. But if you do not get what you desire because you are lazy, there is no pain worse than that!

Recipe for a Happy New Year

Take twelve fine, full - grown months; see that these are thoroughly free from old memories of bitterness, rancor and hate, cleanse them completely from every clinging spite; pick off all specks of pettiness and littleness; in short, see that these months are freed from all the past - have them fresh and clean as when they first came from the great storehouse of time. Cut these months into thirty or thirty - one equal parts. Do not attempt to make up the whole batch at one time (so many persons spoil the entire lot this way) but prepare one day at a time.

Into each day put equal parts of faith, patience, courage, work (some people omit this ingredient and so spoil the flavor of the rest), hope, fidelity, liberality, kindness, rest (leaving this out is like leaving the oil out of the salad dressing - don't do it), prayer, meditation and one well-selected resolution. Put in about one teaspoonful of good spirits, a dash of fun, a pinch of folly, a sprinkling of play, and a heaping cupful of good humor.

Anonymous

After the Rains

A rainstorm had just lashed through the City of Djinns bringing a sigh of relief for the denizens from the painful sultry summer. And so, you could hear the buzzing of activity outside. I wished I could carpe diem, being holed up in my little burrow for the past few days with a nasty pre-monsoon viral fever. To my surprise I soon found myself bounding down the old elongated granite hostel steps.

A gust of cool zephyr gently blew over my face as I stepped out of my imposing hostel. The scent of quenched earth and fallen leaves after the rains filled the air. By now, swarms of people had already descended on the ever green Nilgiri dhaba. The voice of Narayan, our ever jolly dhaba in-charge boomed close by as I aimlessly scanned for a familiar face among the tea-sipping crowd.

Ah! There they are! The usual bunch of busybody huddled together in one of the reddish table. One thing I like about these friends of mine is that everyone always has something interesting to share with. Over hot tea and coffee, the conversations flowed from interesting but never get to taste or see food recipe (at least in the campus) to shopping malls, to issues of love-happy relationships between the Tsar and Princess in Kagopeland. In between I had the painful chance to listen to one of their ORIGINAL composition (you guys know which song I mean). By now, everyone looked worn out considering the amount of exertion that went into all those talking. Still some of my friends haven’t made up their mind on what to take along for the upcoming camp until the light drizzle chased us back to our rooms.