Life is full of surprises

"మనకు కబోయీ అల్లుడ్డు ఎలా వున్నడ్ లక్ష్మి ?" "బాగానే వున్నడ్డు కాని,నవ్వుతుంటీ నే ఆ ఎత్తు పళ్ళు బాగ్గలేద్దు" "పెళ్లి అయ్యిత్యే ఆ అవకాసం వుంధద్దు లేవే"

We all have golden moments don’t we? Moments we hold precious and close to our hearts! We also dream of having such moments in our life and this morning I listed of some of the best moments of my life; Some of my best moments are: To fall in love again n again with my sweet n cool hubby To watch your fav hero/herione's movie no. of times ...still feel fresh To laugh until it hurts your stomach. To find mails by the thousands when you return of the vacations. To manage for a vacation at some pretty place. To listen to your favorite song in the radio. To go to bed and to listen while it rains out. To leave the shower and find that the towel is warm. To clear your last exam. To receive a call from someone, you don't see a lot, but you want to. A good conversation. To find money in a pant that you didn't use last year. To laugh at oneself. Calls at the midnight that last for hours. To laugh without reasons. To hear accidentally that somebody says something good of y...

To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter; to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird's nest or a wildflower in spring - these are some of the rewards of the simple life.

My grandpa used to say "The more hurt and pain you have gone thru in life, the stronger and more beautiful your heart will be..... !" This was his experience and I penned it down. One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart. Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there ...

Some say Leaders are born,while others stress that leaders are made....! Whatever may be the saying I strongly feel that an effective leader is made but not born..! Effective leaders are not born with the gift of knowing how to lead. Rather, they gain experience, they absorb knowledge, they see and listen to the world around them - both inside the organization and beyond. Effective leaders are also capable of assuming the leadership qualities needed for specific situations. There are many kinds of effective leaders -- among them are the charismatic leader, the transformational leader, and the pragmatic leader -- but these distinctive qualities can blend together in one person in different ways at different times. Charismatic leaders seem to shine A charismatic leader may seem to be born with a gift to inspire. Particularly during a crisis, people turn to this powerful voice for a grand vision and hope for solutions. Such a leader can clarify the situation for his people and instill th...

Bangalore’s heaven these days .. Been raining the whole week.. not the mad pouring kinda yucky rain; the nice, musical drizzling rain- the kind that makes you smile as soon as you wake up, a nice lazy smile and crawl back into bed, snuggle up into the lovely warmth of your favorite blanket, and go back into the world of dreams…. The kind that makes you want to listen to MJ’s ‘heal the world’ in full volume.. makes you miss your coffee-buddy ( every one has a coffee-buddy- somebody with whom you have awsum coffee conversations, lazy banter about nothing and everything, without a care in the world.. my coffee-buddy is a certain freak called Ezzy) I was walkin to work today, in the cold morning, where everything seemed to be bubble-wrapped in misty damp dullness, with miniscule rain drops kissing my face and MJ crooning in my ears, very happy with the world.. I was fantasizing about bunking work and playing dirty sloshy football in the rain with my friends (BUT that fantasy will never ma...

He could be somebody’s grandfather… This morning was no different from any other morning.. I woke up, rolled around in the bed, slept for a little longer, finally convinced myself to wake up. Got ready, had breakfast, mumbled ‘hi’ ‘hello’ ‘howz life’ ‘going good’ to flat-mates.. and left for work.. thinking about some mundane things, daily trifles. Same old weekday.. But then.. At a traffic signal, there was a wrinkled old man, looking like he hadn’t eaten for days, and he was asking for alms. This isn’t an uncommon occurrence at traffic signals. Yet I can never forget his eyes. I have never seen so much sorrow on a human being’s face. It was just so unfair.. He could have been someone’s grandfather, sitting in his home, resting his frail old frame in his last few years, perhaps with his little grandchildren playing around. But no, he’s not. He is on the street, barely able to walk, his beseeching eyes asking help from strangers. And in that moment, all the worries of daily life seemed...