Friday, November 25, 2005


I was in Hyderabad giving this lecture, when a 14 year old girl asked
me for

my autograph. I asked her what her goal in life is.

She replied: I want to live in a developed India.

For her, you and I will have to build this developed India. You must

proclaim. India is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly


Do you have 10 minutes? Allow me to come back with a vengeance.

Got 10 minutes for your country? If yes, then read; otherwise, choice


YOU say that our government is inefficient.

YOU say that our laws are too old.

YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage.

YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke,

The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their

You say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute

YOU say, say and say.

What do YOU do about it?

Take a person on his way to Singapore.

Give him a name?


Give him a face?


YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International best.

In Singapore you don't throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in


YOU are as proud of their Underground Links as they are.

You pay $5 (approx. Rs.60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent

Mahim Causeway or

Pedder Road) between 5 PM and 8 PM.

YOU comeback to the parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you

over-stayed, identity.

In Singapore you don't say anything, DO YOU?

YOU wouldn't dare to eat in public during Ramadan, in Dubai.

YOU would not dare to go out without your head covered in Jeddah.

YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange in
London at

10 pounds

(Rs.650) a month to, "see to it that my STD and ISD calls are billed

someone else."

YOU would not dare to speed beyond 55 mph (88 km/h) in Washington and

tell the traffic

cop, "Jaanta hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and

son. Take your

two bucks and get lost."

YOU wouldn't chuck an empty coconut shell anywhere other than the

pail on the

beaches in Australia and New Zealand.

Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo?

Why don't YOU use examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in


We are still talking of the same YOU.

YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign system in other
countries but

cannot in your own. You who will throw papers and cigarettes on the
road the

moment you touch Indian ground.

If you can be an involved and appreciative citizen in an alien

why cannot you be the same here in India?

Once in an interview, the famous Ex-municipal Commissioner of Bombay,

Tinaikar, had a point to make.

"Rich people"s dogs are walked on the streets to leave their affluent

droppings all over the place," he said. "And then the same people

around to criticize and blame the authorities for inefficiency and

pavements. What do they expect the officers to do? Go down with a

every time their dog feels the pressure in his bowels?

In America every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has done the

Same in Japan. Will the Indian citizen do that here?"

He's right.

We go to the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all


We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do

everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We
expect the

government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking garbage

over the place nor are we going to stop to pick a up a stray piece of

and throw it in the bin.

We expect the railways to provide clean bathrooms but we are not
going to

learn the proper use of bathrooms.

We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and

toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least

This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the
service to

the public.

When it comes to burning social issues like those related to women,

girl child and others, we make loud drawing room protestations and

to do the reverse at home. Our excuse?

"It's the whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I

forego my son's rights to a dowry."

So who's going to change the system? What does a system consist of?

conveniently for us it consists of our neighbours, other households,

cities, other communities and the government.

But definitely not me and YOU.

When it comes to us actually making a positive contribution to the
system we

lock ourselves along with our families into a safe cocoon and look
into the

distance at countries far away and wait for a Mr. Clean to come along
& work

miracles for us with a majestic sweep of his hand or we leave the

country and run away.

Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask in

glory and praise  their system.

When New York becomes insecure we run to England.

When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out to


When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and brought home
by the

Indian government.

Everybody is out to abuse and rape the country.

Nobody thinks of feeding the system.

Our conscience is mortgaged to money.

Dear Indians, the article is highly thought inductive, calls for a

deal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too?..

I am echoing J.F. Kennedy's words to his fellow American to relate to




Lets do what India needs from us.

Forward this mail to each Indian for a change instead of sending
Jokes  or

junk mails.

Thank You,

Dr. Abdul Kalaam

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

aint this so true ??

Difference between "somebody you Love" & "somebody you Like"

In front of the person you love, your heart beats faster
But in front of the person you like, you get happy.
In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring
But in front of the person you like, winter is just beautiful
If you look into the eyes of the one you love, you blush
But if you look into the eyes of the one you like, you smile.
In front of the person you love, you can't say everything on
But in front of the person you like, you can.
In front of the person you love, you tend to get shy
But in front of the person you like, you can show your own
You can't look straight into the eyes of the one you love
But you can always smile into the eyes of the one you like.
When the one you love is crying, you cry with them
But when the one you like is crying, you end up comforting.
The feeling of love starts from the eye
But the feeling of like starts from the ear.
So if you stop liking a person you used to like,
all you need to do is cover your ears.
But if you try to close your eyes, love turns into
a drop of tear and remains in your heart forever ...

Saturday, November 19, 2005

this will surely melt ur heart

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket
to buy the gifts I didn't manage to buy earlier. When I saw all the
people there, I started to complain to myself: 'It is going to take
forever here and I still have so many other places to go...'

Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year.
How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up
after it was over.

I started to curse the prices, wondering if kids
really play with such expensive toys. While looking in the toy
section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years o! ld pressing a doll
against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and
looked so sad. I wondered who this doll was for. Then the little boy
turned to the old woman next to him: 'Granny, are you sure I don't
have enough money?' The old lady replied: 'You know that you
don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.' Then she
asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around.
She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I started to walk towards him and asked who he wanted to
give this doll to. 'It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted
so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus
would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will
bring it to her, after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me
have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her
when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My
sister has gone to be with God. Daddy say that Mummy will also go
to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with
her to give it to my sister'. My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy
looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet.
I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket' Then
he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He
then told me: 'I also want mummy to take this photo with her so
that she will not forget me.' 'I love my mummy and I wish she
doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with
my little sister' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very

said to the boy. What if we checked again, just in case if u have
enough money?' 'Ok' he said. 'I hope that I have enough.' I added
some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to
count it. There was enough for the doll, and even some spare
money. The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough
money' then he looked at me and added: 'I asked yesterday before I
slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so
that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me' 'I also wanted to
have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't
dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll
and the white rose.' 'You know, my mummy loves white roses

A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my
trolley. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when
I started. I couldn't get the little boy ! out of my mind. Then I
remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned
of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young
lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother
was left in a critical state The family had to decide whether to pull
the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady
would not be able to get out of the coma. Was this the family of the
little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy in mind, I read in
the newspaper that the young lady had passed away.I couldn't stop
myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the
mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for
people to see and make last wish before burial.

She was there, in her
coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of
the little boy and the doll place! d over her chest. I left the place
crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that
this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to that day,
hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had
taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:
1) Send this message to everybody that you know.
2) Or delete it and do as if it never touched your heart.

If you send this message, maybe you will
help prevent someone drunk to go driving.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Why Women Cry

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said:

"When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,

yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

cehck tihs out

i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed tihs rpsoet it.

Meri Dastaan

Meri Dastaan

abhi shaadi ka pehla hi saal tha,
khushi ke maare mera bura haal tha,
khushiyaan kuch yoon umad rahin thi,
ki sambhale nahi sambhal rahi thi,

subah subah madam ka chai le kar aana
thoda sharmate hue hume need se jagana,
wo pyaar bhara hath humare ballon main phirana,
muskurate hue kehna ki darling chai to pi lo,
jaldi se ready ho jao, aap ko office bhi hai jana.

gharwali bhagwan ka roop le kar aayi thi,
dil or dimag par poori tarah chai thi,
saans bhi lete thy to naam usi ka hota tha,
ik pal bhi door jeena dushwar hota tha.

5 saal baad........

subah subah madam ka chai le kar aana,
table par rakh kar jor se chilana,
aaj office jao to munna ko
school chodte hue jana..............

ek baar phir wohi awaaj ayi,
kya baat hai abhi tak chodi nahi charpai,
agar munna late ho gaya to dekh lena,
munna ki teachers ko phir khud hi sambhaal lena.

na jane gharwali kaisa roop le kar aayi thi,
dil aur dimaag par kali ghata chai thi,
sans bhi lete hai to uni ka khayal hota hai,
har samay jehan main ek hi sawal hota hai,
kya kabhi wo din lot ke ayenge,
hum ek bar phir kuwaaren ban payenge.
source:--my frens email