A complete Must share with all of you who read my blog
I received this on sms and it is brilliant
Mr Infy Narayan Murthy states"India must be the only country in the world, where people fight to be called Backward"
How true....if you have been following what is happening on the political front in India ...
And how many of us have signed up the TOI initiative of Lead India? Do you think it would work? Is there a solution to the ills in this country? When I drive to my gym and then to work every morning I cross some of the highest priced real estate in this country in Powai, Mumbai.
Powai has been made famous in several films and the Hiranandani Gardens are quite a symbol of Mumbai in the Indian film industry.
Now majority of the roads leading to Powai cannot be called roads-there are only pot holes and open drain paths. A building is coming up which would have your car transported to your floor where you stay in nearby Lakehomes...great I say..fantastic...but what when you come down on the road?
Is there a road? Mumbai-I love you but this is the only city in our country where it appears that the tax we pay does nothing in terms of whether it is being put to good use....
Why??
5-10-15-20 years later will this remain as it is?
Until next time....
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Ek Kavita
A woman was waiting at an airport one night,
With several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shops.
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see,
That the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be.
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between,
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies and watched the clock,
As the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, "If I wasn't so nice, I would blacken his eye.
"With each cookie she took, he took one too,
When only one was left, she wondered what he would do.
With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie and broke it in half.
He offered her half, as he ate the other,
She snatched it from him and thought... oooh, brother.
This guy has some nerve and he's also rude,
Why he didn't even show any gratitude!
She had never known when she had been so galled,
And sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate,
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat,
Then she sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise,
There was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.
If mine are here, she moaned in despair,
The others were his, and he tried to share.
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.
How many times in our lives,have we absolutely known
that something was a certain way,
only to discover later that
what we believed to be true ... was not?
With several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shops.
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see,
That the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be.
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between,
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies and watched the clock,
As the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, "If I wasn't so nice, I would blacken his eye.
"With each cookie she took, he took one too,
When only one was left, she wondered what he would do.
With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie and broke it in half.
He offered her half, as he ate the other,
She snatched it from him and thought... oooh, brother.
This guy has some nerve and he's also rude,
Why he didn't even show any gratitude!
She had never known when she had been so galled,
And sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate,
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat,
Then she sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise,
There was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.
If mine are here, she moaned in despair,
The others were his, and he tried to share.
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.
How many times in our lives,have we absolutely known
that something was a certain way,
only to discover later that
what we believed to be true ... was not?
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