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Points of View – Outside

Ronald Dahl is a very high profile politician on the West Side. From a common man’s perspective, if you needed to get something done in the West Side, Ron, as his ‘friends’ called him, would be your best bet. He seemingly had it all, the fame, the money, the woman and the high class societal connections that only the very privileged get access to.

But there was a dark side to all this. There were allegations of mafia links, cold blooded murders and illegal trading down in the barracks. If you met the man, you would not be faulted for being terribly impressed. With a pleasant demeanor, charming personality and always sincerely generous, most people end up admiring the guy. He had somehow retained the charm in spite of his rather gritty journey. I wonder what his inside story is.

Points of View – Inside

Why am I here? Ronald asked himself this fundamental question.

Is this all I ever wanted? If so, why do I still have this empty feeling
inside? When will this thirst quench itself? I have driven myself to succeed no
matter what the circumstances but am I really at peace? As he mulled this, he
turned around to look at his father, the village elder, who seemed to know
peace.

Have I lived a better life than him? All his life, he had prided himself on beating the odds and showing it to people who hadn’t believed in him and the list included his father. But have I really had a better life than him? If so, why does he seem so happy and contented? His eyes lit up when he saw his younger daughter walk in. Aah, he exclaimed to himself almost in relief
than anything else. She alone was worth a thousand sacrifices. He still could
hardly believe that something so beautiful could be his offspring. She was
radiant, glowing with innocence and her little chuckle gladdened his heart. She was something special.

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Cry me a story!

Lisa lay there in the bed wondering how long she would have to wait for him. It pleased her to think of Dr. Stone that way, this bespectacled, boyish looking surgeon whose pleasant smile made her current ordeal a little lighter. He had this glow and freshness about him that didn’t diminish even when he told her about her biopsy results. The shock seemed to have softened a little bit. But isn’t it always better, she thought, having someone likeable around at a time like this. Always better than a grouchy old man.

Like her father. Did she really hate him that much? Not really, she reluctantly accepted to herself. In her heart, she really wished that both her parents were alive and by her hospital bed today. It would have killed mother to see me like this, her beautiful daughter bald and completely weakened by the chemicals being pumped into her. She would have lamented about karma and how somehow she and/or her forefathers could have caused this.

Not her father though. Old Man Grumpy would have been standing there, not making eye contact, with no emotions to show and seemingly annoyed that his daily regimen had suddenly been overturned by this rather unpleasant diversion. But maybe, she allowed herself to think, he just didn’t know how to show it. Her trains of thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door closing. She gently opened her eyes to see him.

You should try meditation, he said to her almost as if she knew what he was talking about. I have been thinking a little bit about what you told me. Well for someone as active as you, it must be really difficult to lie there on bed not doing anything productive. Try meditating, you don’t really do anything but you can bring some peace and healing inside.

To be continued…

Life is so crazy, life is so crazy. Crazy ante cheppa raa…….

Hey Folks!! As you can very well see or hear (in some cases) I’m going crazy here. I’m testing out this fun new tool called Jott.

You will never guess it but I’m blogging direct thru voice mail. Could you believe that? If you’re reading this and you found this fun, check out Jott.com. I can sing, I can talk and I can give my opinions and I can blog on my way home, in my car, or in the garden of eden…just kidding.

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Lecture of a lifetime

Randy Pausch, a 46-year-old top computer-science professor at Carnegie Mellon University in Pennsylvania, has been diagnosed with 10 tumours in his liver and has just a few months of good health left. Last week, he said goodbye to his students and the Pittsburgh college with one last lecture called “How to Live Your Childhood Dreams“.

Those dreams range from the sublime (floating in zero gravity, writing an entry in the World Book Encyclopaedia,) to the ridiculous (playing in the national football league, being Captain Kirk, winning big stuffed animals at amusement parks, and being an imagineer at Disney).

But they were his dreams, and as he puts it, “I was there”. The Wall Street Journal has called it “the lecture of a lifetime”.

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# We can’t change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand.

# It’s all about the fundamentals, fundamentals, fundamentals. Otherwise the fancy stuff won’t work.

# When you are screwing up and nobody’s saying anything to you any more, then it means they have given up.

# Life’s a gift. If you wait long enough, other people will show you their good side.

# In the face of adversity, don’t complain, just work harder. Your patience will eventually be rewarded.

# Experience is what you get when you didn’t get what you wanted.

# Brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls aren’t there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to show us how badly we want things.

Watch the lecture: Dying professor’s lecture of a lifetime

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world – Oscar Wilde

A mixture of emotions and impressions are carried away from watching one of the more sensitive movies made in the last decade – Taare Zameen Par. My emotions at this moment are an interesting collage of a variety of images ranging from the wonderful memories of boarding school blues, the quintessential english teacher, the inspiring arts/extra curricular teacher. A strong emotional bonding with the home away from home, saying good bye to mom when she is leaving you with tears in her eyes, the friendships made help u last through testing times…..The struggle to fit into the archetype of a good boy – potrayed beautifully by the elder one whereas all you really wanted to be the carefree younger one.

But lets leave that aside and talk a bit about Oscar Wilde and his impressions of cynics. - ‘The cynic knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.’ Aamir Khan very aesthetically shows his creative talent by making a truly sensitive potrayal of a suffering child. Throw in a bit of Oscar Wilde and you have a class act very tough to follow. A fitting foundation for his criticism of the darkness potrayed in black by Mr. Bhansali.

He was always a class act but in his first directorial venture, he has taken his own lofty standards off into the hallowed territory. As a genuine fan of is creative talent, hats off.

Tell me a story!

Here’s what I would like you to do for me: Make me laugh. Make me cry. Show me my place in this world. Show me the world’s place in my life. Lift me out of my skin, and put me inside another’s, and show me how to live there. Show me places I have never been to. Carry me to the ends of time and space. Kaivalya

Give my demons names, give my fears a face, and show me how to confront them. Present before me heroes who will give me courage and hope. Demonstrate for me possibilities I have never thought of. Ease my sorrows, increase my joy. Teach me compassion. Entertain me, enchant me, enlighten me. Above all, tell me a story.

Tell me a story!

Kaivalya

kaivalya
n. (fr.) , isolation; absolute unity; perfect isolation , abstraction , detachment from all
other connections , detachment of the soul from matter or further
transmigrations , beatitude ; leading to eternal
happiness or emancipation.

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