IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

- Rudyard Kipling

Love Is In The Air

This feeling of love that I have for you,
A feeling so strong, so special, so new.
You give me the gift of happiness each day,
Never have I known it could be this way.
You have given your love regardless of cost,
With my heart in your care, I will never be lost.
Or never again wonder what love really means,
For now I do know it means so many things.
Understanding and caring through good times and bad,
Sharing emotions should they be happy or sad.
Being there for each other through laughter or tears,
At each others side for the rest of our years.
My only wish is to be with you my love,
For each day I pray to the heavens above.
That you always remember my feelings for you.
A feeling so strong, so special, so new...

Stuff To Think About

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.- by Marianne Williamson


Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact.Its an opinion. Its not a declaration. Its a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.- Adidas advertisement

Just For Fun

School: A place where Papa pays and Son plays.

Life Insurance: A contract that keeps you poor all your life so that you can die Rich.

Nurse:A person who wakes u up to give you sleeping pills.

Marriage:It's an agreement in which a man loses his bachelor degree
and a woman gains her masters.

Divorce: Future tense of Marriage.

Tears:The hydraulic force by which masculine willpower is defeated by feminine waterpower.

Lecture: An art of transferring information from the notes of the
Lecturer to the notes of the students without passing through "the minds of either"

Conference:d confusion of one man multiplied by the number present.

Compromise: The art of dividing a cake in such a way that everybody
believes he got the biggest piece.

Dictionary : A place where success comes before work.

Conference Room : A place where everybody talks, nobody listens and
everybody disagrees later on.

Father: A banker provided by nature.

Criminal:A guy no different from the rest,except that he got caught

Boss: Someone who is early when u r late and late when u r early.

Politician:1who shakes ur hand be4 elections&ur Confidence after.

Doctor:A person who kills ur ills by pills,& kills you by bills.

Classic: Books, which people praise, but do not read.

Smile: A curve that can set a lot of things straight.

Office: A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life.

Yawn: The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth.

etc.:A sign2make others believe that u know more than u actually do.

Committee:Individuals who can do nothing individually and sit to
decide that nothing can be done together.

Experience: The name men give to their mistakes.

Atom Bomb: An invention to end all inventions.

Philosopher: A fool who torments himself during life, to be spoken of when dead.

Aristrocratic Title

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Venerable Lord Keith the Larger of Gallop Hophill Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

My Grandma's Hands

My grandma's hands are wrinkled now
And the skin seems paper thin,
But the story of a lifetime
And its living lie therein.
The substance and the strength of flesh
Have weakened over time,
But the power of my grandma's hands
Is in memories brought to mind.
My grandma's hands are nurturing,
Always reaching out
And drawing in and holding close,
Easing fear and doubt.
I'd guess she's seldom thought about
The comfort she's bestowed,
But anyone who's felt her touch
Would tell you it is so.
I've felt her hands so often as they
Wrapped 'round me in love,
Embracing and accepting,
Forgiving things I've done;
And if I have been gone too long
And too much time has passed,
I just recall my grandma's hugs
And the feelings all flood back.
My grandma's hands have known hard work,
But they labored not in vain;
They've also held the rich rewards
That from such labor came.
They have not shrunk from any task
Nor turned from any need;
They've worked the barren grounds of life
And planted them with seed.
Her hands have taken thread and needle,
Making magic from mere cloth;
The care and love in every piece
Could never be store-bought.
God's used her hands as tools, creating
Comfort, warmth and beauty
As every stitch was testimony
Of love instead of duty.

My grandma's hands have fed us all
And fed our souls, as well;
The kitchen wonders worked by her
Are more than I could tell.
It never seems to be a task--
Each meal seems to appear--
The meats and sweets and holiday treats
Are gifts of love, 'tis clear.
My grandma's hands are patient,
They are kind and they are calm;
A simple touch of Grandma's hand
Works like healing balm
On restless spirits charging forth,
Not knowing how to live--
My grandma's hands impart the wisdom
Her life has to give.
Her hands have felt the pain of grief;
With sorrow they've been touched;
They've held the dying spirits
Of ones they've loved so much.
They've comforted and eased the way
And shrunk not from the night,
Knowing shadows in the dark
Are pierced by God's own light.
You might think my grandma's hands
Are only flesh and bone;
And when you touch them, you might think
She's simply growing old;
But if you knew my grandma,
You would never hesitate
To swear her hands embodied
All the good things God's created.
When life has gone and hands are still,
Her touch will be felt yet;
And if you said I had her hands,
It'd be quite a compliment.
I think if it were possible
For us to truly see. . .
. . . On every angel in God's heaven,
There my grandma's hands would be!

Melinda Williams

Intelligence

I've jus finished the Bhatias IQ test n hav realised that Intelligence is sumthing so dynamic n such an exhaustive field of study that I dont think any Test can really measure sumones intelligence in its entirety...for eg:how does one measure the intelligence of the tribals in New Guinea we learned about in social psy...who r able to navigate the high seas witout any instruments at all...who would probably fail sum of r IQ tests

Besides there r so many different types of intelligences with many overlapping ones too...like analytical, logical, musical, verbal, sensory, emotional, spiritual(...well yes spiritual too), spatial, social(social includes the areas of love n romance...now whos gonna measure that??)...etc etc etc

so though these tests can give us pointers(sumtimes accurate otherwise inaccurate) to a persons intelligence they obviously cant measure every area of Intelligence...so basically even if you havnt done well on these tests..Relax!!..ur real aptitude n intelligence may lie elsewhere.

...wotsay Folks!!

Sons-Of-The-Soil

If an individual or group maintain that they have the right to be called "sons of the soil" just because they belong to a particular community or religion, they in fact forfeit that right. For, it is absolutely false to claim that the members of a certain religion or community are unpatriotic just because they belong to that religion or community. There are patriotic individuals in every religion and community in India and simillarly, there are unpatriotic elements too who don't care a damn for the country. Besides, individuals from every community and religion have shed their blood for the founding of this nation and who are we to discount their sacrifice as of no value. No one has the right to doubt the patriotism of any individual, religious group or community and to pass a verdict on them for we are all to blame when we see our politicians raping our country with this divisive attitude and turn a blind eye to it or worse still, elect them for a new term of office. The Pope is right when he claimed that we are not upholding the noble ideals of our founding fathers, for all who continue with this attitude lose the right to be called "sons of the soil" as they are causing the very fragmentation of the nation which our founding fathers gave their lives to build, and with this attitude the destruction can only get worse, for, as we saw in Gujarat this time, finally no one is the winner. Only when this cancerous attitude is totally rooted out and a stable peace protected rather than the fragile calm presently experienced, can we be said to be upholding those noble ideals and finally be truly on the road to progress.