This is a nice story i had read somewhere, I dont even remember where.
So this bigshot golfer wins a tournament and is awarded a check as the first prize. While he is loking to move to his home and is starting up his car in the parking lot, he is approached by a young woman. The lady tells him that she has a sick child in the hospital and if not operated her kid would die in want of medical care. So our man the golfer is touched by her story and gives her the winner's check that he had received.
Next day his manager comes up to him and asks him about the check that he had received and he narrates to him the incident about the woman and her baby. The manager rolls up his eyes and tells him that the woman is phoney and doesn't even have a kid and the golfer had just been duped for a truckload of money.
to his surprise the golfer gets excited and gets up and hugs the manager and says "So you mean to say that there is no baby dying today?"
The whole idea fellas is to take whatever comes your way, in a positive sense. Sachin Tendulkar said something which stuck with me. In a press conference he said that in life sometimes there are stones thrown at you and it feels good to turn those stones into milestones.
OK too much wisdom for one day!!!
Cheers!!!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
OK so after a lot of setbacks and hiccups and a few words of advise i have finally realized that life is not mean tr to be taken seriously. I mean not always. This post might come as a surprise to some and a relief to a few others but it has finally dawned on to me.
Life is not meant to keep worrying constantly and doing nothing about it. I have finally realised that my life could be better utilized on weekends. There is more to life than sleeping all of Saturday and Sunday. There are people who work way hard than i do for the entire week. I can not be tired with my work...well not at 26 at least.
And oh yes...i m not in writer's block. Its just a self imposed exile( a very useless one) from writing that i don't even remember the reason for.
But i m back and the thoughts are flowing. Yes, i m going to do something better with my life.
Let the wheels turn!!!!
Life is not meant to keep worrying constantly and doing nothing about it. I have finally realised that my life could be better utilized on weekends. There is more to life than sleeping all of Saturday and Sunday. There are people who work way hard than i do for the entire week. I can not be tired with my work...well not at 26 at least.
And oh yes...i m not in writer's block. Its just a self imposed exile( a very useless one) from writing that i don't even remember the reason for.
But i m back and the thoughts are flowing. Yes, i m going to do something better with my life.
Let the wheels turn!!!!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Its a new day
It was my first day of work in delhi. The national capital. the place i always wanted to be. the delhi of the power politicians. the delhi of the bustling traffic. the delhi of the gorgeous girls. the delhi of the common man. but most importantly the dilli of the dilwaalas.
so here i was ladies and gentleman, fresh recruit from among about another half a million fresh reruits of the engineering colleges of india who after 4 years of quality technical education havent got a clue as to wht they r supposed to do. but still here i was. going to work for the first time in my life in the mammoth mass of human settlement called delhi.
the good thing about being in delhi is that almost everyone uses the public transport , or so it seems looking at the non stop rush in the buses.
but then that doesnt kind of explain about a million cars that will buzz past you every minute. :)
so i had to catch a bus to gurgaon, the emerging paris of india and a city that is definitely going to give mumbai a run for its money when it comes to property prices. some kind soul guided me to reach the Safdarjung bus stop. here i want to point out something. there are always 2 kind of people on delhi roads. one who will give you the right direction and others who will give you the wrong direction. you can actually make out who's who by looking into their eyes. if u ask someone for directions in delhi and the guy tells u bout the place pointing in some direction with a glint in his eyes, dont ever trust him. he is probably sending u south of wherever u are looking to go.
i have realised this the hard way.
so my dearies, to reach gurgaon the first stop i had to make was to go to safdarjang bus stop. this is one of the biggest hospitals in india and someone once told me that it has the largest OPD in the whole of Asia although i never got around verifying that statement.
so i am standing outside supposedly the largest hospital in india with a huge patient turnout everyday and i have a air of pride flowing all around me.
i never had imagined that standing here in front of such a monument of indian success would make me feel so good that waiting for the bus would seem so much better than actually riding the bus and going away from here. to hell with the bus timings, i was having my own personal "proud to be Indian" moment right there.
i was looking around towards the building of the hospital when i saw her. She was lying there in obvious pain, heavily pregnant. and i had no clue what was going on. i had hardly been able to adjust my eyes to the sight in front of me that the woman lying there on the footpath was almost screaming in pain. i was so dumbfounded tht i couldnt move my feet or my eyes off her. and in a moment of such agony and despair she delivered the baby. right there on the footpath. right there outside the biggest hospital in the country. right there in front of 100 odd citizens of 'a fast moving towards the big economy' India. i dont know what the other 100 odd spectatoers were doing standing there. may be they were too dumbfounded like me. or may be no one else noticed. fat chance eh. or may be their bus was on time and they were simply getting on to their respective buses. cant blame anyone because i had done nothing better. but hey wait a min did i see those two smirking and sharing a joke?
i was to the point of having a retching feeling inside me and i was totally disgustd with the biggest hospital in the country. with the 100 odd people standing at the bus stop. with a thousand buses and a million cars speeding past me. with millions of people travelling in them. with my self.
so the baby was out on the footpath along with the mother. the two still joined by the life cord. the mother in definite pain and blood all around her. i couldnt move an inch. i wanted to help. rather i wanted someone to help. and thats what made me more disgusted with myself rather than anything else.
mercifully i could see someone dragging the stretcher out of the hospital. hopefully it was her her husband. hopefully things would be set in order now. hopefully help had arrived and hopefully it was not too little too late.
that is when i decide to turn away. that is when i decided to give the woman and child what they atleast deserved from me. ome privacy. thats all i could provide. and thats what i could give them. i moved away and sood in the queue to catch my bus.
hopefully this incident will not be logged by my brain. hopefully the efficient system of forgetting 4 years of engineering books, years and years of moral values will continue to do the good job and make em forget this incident.
but i can not say the same for my heart. its going to be the culprit. and i know for sure.
but life goes on. can not carry on with hanger ons. and as every looser says after every defeat "Tomorrow will be a new day!" hope i am right on this one. hope no more babies are delivered on the road side. hope india actually shines.
so here i was ladies and gentleman, fresh recruit from among about another half a million fresh reruits of the engineering colleges of india who after 4 years of quality technical education havent got a clue as to wht they r supposed to do. but still here i was. going to work for the first time in my life in the mammoth mass of human settlement called delhi.
the good thing about being in delhi is that almost everyone uses the public transport , or so it seems looking at the non stop rush in the buses.
but then that doesnt kind of explain about a million cars that will buzz past you every minute. :)
so i had to catch a bus to gurgaon, the emerging paris of india and a city that is definitely going to give mumbai a run for its money when it comes to property prices. some kind soul guided me to reach the Safdarjung bus stop. here i want to point out something. there are always 2 kind of people on delhi roads. one who will give you the right direction and others who will give you the wrong direction. you can actually make out who's who by looking into their eyes. if u ask someone for directions in delhi and the guy tells u bout the place pointing in some direction with a glint in his eyes, dont ever trust him. he is probably sending u south of wherever u are looking to go.
i have realised this the hard way.
so my dearies, to reach gurgaon the first stop i had to make was to go to safdarjang bus stop. this is one of the biggest hospitals in india and someone once told me that it has the largest OPD in the whole of Asia although i never got around verifying that statement.
so i am standing outside supposedly the largest hospital in india with a huge patient turnout everyday and i have a air of pride flowing all around me.
i never had imagined that standing here in front of such a monument of indian success would make me feel so good that waiting for the bus would seem so much better than actually riding the bus and going away from here. to hell with the bus timings, i was having my own personal "proud to be Indian" moment right there.
i was looking around towards the building of the hospital when i saw her. She was lying there in obvious pain, heavily pregnant. and i had no clue what was going on. i had hardly been able to adjust my eyes to the sight in front of me that the woman lying there on the footpath was almost screaming in pain. i was so dumbfounded tht i couldnt move my feet or my eyes off her. and in a moment of such agony and despair she delivered the baby. right there on the footpath. right there outside the biggest hospital in the country. right there in front of 100 odd citizens of 'a fast moving towards the big economy' India. i dont know what the other 100 odd spectatoers were doing standing there. may be they were too dumbfounded like me. or may be no one else noticed. fat chance eh. or may be their bus was on time and they were simply getting on to their respective buses. cant blame anyone because i had done nothing better. but hey wait a min did i see those two smirking and sharing a joke?
i was to the point of having a retching feeling inside me and i was totally disgustd with the biggest hospital in the country. with the 100 odd people standing at the bus stop. with a thousand buses and a million cars speeding past me. with millions of people travelling in them. with my self.
so the baby was out on the footpath along with the mother. the two still joined by the life cord. the mother in definite pain and blood all around her. i couldnt move an inch. i wanted to help. rather i wanted someone to help. and thats what made me more disgusted with myself rather than anything else.
mercifully i could see someone dragging the stretcher out of the hospital. hopefully it was her her husband. hopefully things would be set in order now. hopefully help had arrived and hopefully it was not too little too late.
that is when i decide to turn away. that is when i decided to give the woman and child what they atleast deserved from me. ome privacy. thats all i could provide. and thats what i could give them. i moved away and sood in the queue to catch my bus.
hopefully this incident will not be logged by my brain. hopefully the efficient system of forgetting 4 years of engineering books, years and years of moral values will continue to do the good job and make em forget this incident.
but i can not say the same for my heart. its going to be the culprit. and i know for sure.
but life goes on. can not carry on with hanger ons. and as every looser says after every defeat "Tomorrow will be a new day!" hope i am right on this one. hope no more babies are delivered on the road side. hope india actually shines.
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