All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king!
Wisdom of Confucius
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while looking for a theme I saw this one so many times that it has now struck a chord…
Umeedon wali dhoop, sunshine wali aasha..
A hindi saying goes, “Ummed par duniyaa kayam hai!” which literally means “the world is based on hope”.
Optimism | Hope | Happiness :)
^That’s a link to a really nice article on Huffpost.
It is something I am working on. Rebuilding my integrity. Someone special has offered to help me with this. And I really wish to live up to it.
I am posting here so that I can be more aware of the ‘scorekeeper’. Don’t trust my internal scorekeeper anymore. :|
I’m posting here a very punny poem i wrote one fine evening before the Principles of Management test. Its called Night Out. People aware of the PoM course at BITS Pilani would understand my predicament.
Here it goes:
Night Out
Baby, we’ve the night
Its just you and me inside you…
Reading you thru and thru…
Spreading your ends apart,
Ticking the time for which it will last…
It makes me groan, it makes me cry…
Every time i give up, then i give a try…
Knowing throughout, its a big fat lie…
Then I take a break and get a Red Bull,
promising myself enough energy i’ll pull…
it helps, it helps… i take a step forward…
the end is in horizon…
turning the pages, waiting for it to come…
slowly and slowly i reach the climax…
It came, i read…
I mugged and i slept…
Waking up to find myself over you…
You’re still spread apart, the end is near but still too far…
the time is gone…
At you I stare, you look back in despair,
remembering the night, my lonely fight…
the bull didn’t help, the clock gave a yelp…
Then…
Hastily picking stuff i get dressed
looking in the mirror and buckling my belt…
Sparing a moment, before God i knelt…
Assembling my weapons, I run to the class
On the way thinking the words of a warrior, his very last
“the outcome of the battle is known, before the battle is fought”-
being certain this one will also fetch me a nought?!
;)
