I Believe In Angels...

They said God gives as much as he takes,
I never believed them.
He took more from me than he could ever give!
They said time heals all wounds,
I never believed them.
Time transforms every wound into a scar!
They said you're now in a better place,
I never believed them.
The best place you'll ever be is my heart!
They said I am foolish to keep dwelling in the past,
I never believed them.
'Coz I am living in the future we created together!
They said I have the superpower within me to give my life meaning,
I believed them.
YOU are my superpower...
YOU gave my life meaning...
YOU are what I believe in...
I believe in angels!

(In loving memory of Elvira Guadalupe Murguia Nuñez ~ February 23 1986--October 23 2009).
You'll always be the biggest love of my life. Love you forever and beyond eternity!
Mmmmmmmmmmmwwwwwwwaaaaaaaah!

English August

As usual I was glued to the computer this morning when my maid came to clean my room. We normally don’t exchange words. I just lift my feet up from the ground if I’m busy with something while she sweeps the floor. Otherwise I walk out of the room and take a 5-minute break while she’s at it. There are rare occasions when she decides to get friendly and asks me some irrelevant question to which I usually respond with a nonchalant reply. This was one of those days.

I put my feet up on the chair and continued to do my work while she began sweeping the room. A few minutes later she realized it was ‘Ask-Nerdy-A-Question-Day’.

“Mon enthuvaa padichathu?” [What have you studied, son?]

“English”, I replied taking my eyes off the computer for a second.

“English maathram ee kaalathu aarenkilum padikkumo?”, [Are there people who study English alone these days?] She asked looking as perplexed as an onlooker at Rai Bareily hearing Sonia Gandhi murder Hindi.

“Hmmm...”, I said nodding my head and stopping my work momentarily, waiting for her to say something.

I had my eyes fixed on the monitor even as I paused and waited for her to speak. However she didn’t ask anything else & quickly finished her work & left the room.

Should I have told her I’ve also studied Cinema? I thought to myself. Oh! No. What if she thinks I go to the cinema hall with a notebook every Friday when a new movie releases to take down notes! That would only add to the weirdness quotient she already attributes to me. Sigh!

I continued to do my work leaving the maid to believe that English (Literature) is for dummies while smart people do rare courses like MBBS, Engineering or perhaps this rarest course called MBA. Someday in the near future maids will get smarter and savvier like this one maid I saw in an Advertisement some years back and they'll understand the feelings of poor folks like me.

The original ad was in Tamil and shown frequently on SS Music in the mid part of 2000’s until perhaps 2009. It was one of those rare ads that are funny & creative especially for an ad on a ‘Spoken-English course’. I couldn’t find the original on You Tube. Here’s a dubbed version in Hindi.

Anyway!

Original Photograph.

Anyway! -By Mother Theresa

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self centred;

Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;

Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;

Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;

Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;

Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;

Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;

Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;

Give the world the best you've got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and your God;

It was never between you and them anyway.

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This poem was reported to have been inscribed on the wall of Mother Teresa's children's home in Calcutta, and thus attributed to her. However, an article in the New York Times (March 8, 2002) has reported that the original version of this poem was actually written by a certain Dr. Kent M. Keith.


I cant remember how many times I have received this poem in my email and how many times I've ignored it when I was asked to forward it. I don't believe in blind-forwarding, that's just a truck load of crap. But the kind of mood I am in right now & the confused stage in life that I'm going through right now I felt this poem was perfect. Doesn't matter who wrote it, I sincerely hope the words in them change your life... for the good. It may not change your life the next minute or day you read & follow it.
Read it anyway!

The Tightrope Walker

He was never really an accomplished funambulist in the first place. In fact he was one of those people who managed to throw a surprise at people when they least expected. At times he displayed sparks of genius in whatever he did, yet sometimes he gave the impression that goddess luck was his favorite mistress. The only thing consistent about him was that he performed marvelously under tremendous amount of pressure. It was like a bizarre quantity of pressure was the only fuel that sustained this possessed man.

Nash Skye, was near about thirty or so but could easily pass off as someone barely out of his teens owing to his rather frail looking yet slightly athletic body. His eyes had some sort of ambrosial charm the womenfolk of the village spoke about in fancy terms. Strangely he never got carried away by any of the adulation he got and it almost seemed like he was blind to the beauty around him. No one knew where he came from but the village elders would vouch for the fact that he was a typical drifter who had his heart set in a land of hopeless dreams. 

During his last act, when the villagers were about to write him off, he did the unthinkable. He took the biggest risk of his life and pulled it off with incredible gusto. He let himself fall off the rope exactly when he reached the middle and even as the unsuspecting villagers let out a scream he hung on to it with his two toes and swung like a pendulum until his body came to a rest. No one had ever seen anything of that caliber ever before. Suddenly the tightrope walker was the new God in the little village.


The dumbfounding story of Nash Skye and his incredible act spread like wildfire. It was only about a week back when less than twenty people waiting to tear him apart with their cynicism witnessed an act of divinity. Today there were easily a hundred of them gathered around to see their 'God' perform once again. They waited with bated breath as he walked towards the middle of the rope. THUD! The pale thin man fell halfway through his act & lay paralyzed in a pool of blood even as the spectators began to walk away. Some of them walked away hastily to avoid being in a nasty scene while the others quickly decided to grab a cup of tea from the nearby tea-shop. One thing was quite certain. Everyone in the village had found a new topic to discuss for many days to come 
-The fall of the tightrope walker!




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