A #2 pencil and a dream can take you anywhere

Imagine your life is a story and you…the author, with complete creative control. There are no boundaries so you can live out every dream and fantasy; color outside the lines; be outrageous and courageous; and leap tall buildings in a single bound. Why don’t you cozy up in your chair, grab a pen and begin writing?
 
“A #2 pencil and a dream can take you anywhere,“ Joyce Meyer

Ok, maybe you scratch the #2 pencil and grab your iPad instead!

What if …You let your imagination run wild?
What will you write?
What is your story?

And…what if…everything you have already written in your wonderful, horrible, tidy, messy past led you to this fresh, new page today? I’m a firm believer that your past doesn’t define you but instead it prepares you for your future. And speaking of your future:
What will you create today?
Who are the supporting characters?

And…what if…time, money, commitments, etc weren’t an obstacle:
Where will you live?
What will you do?
Who will you surround yourself with?

Every day is a new opportunity for a fresh start; an opportunity to paint on our canvas of life. A chance to turn the page and write our new chapter. Everyday is an opportunity for a make-over, a do-over, a re-boot.

So what are you waiting for? Turn the page!!!

Whatever you want to call it, claim it and go for it. Write your mission statement. Go after your dreams. Make new dreams.

Djokovic at UN

One of the truly inspiring sportsman, Djokovic on his country, rise and inspiration. Excellent Talk.

"Improvement in success comes with hard work and that you won’t get anywhere if you give up in the face of adversity." - Djokovic at UN

http://webtv.un.org/watch/novak-djokovic-world-no.-1-ranked-tennis-player-international-day-of-sport-for-development-and-peace/2625079646001/

Novak Djokovic (World No. 1 ranked tennis player), International Day of Sport for Development...

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Statement by Mr. Novak Djokovic, World No. 1 ranked tennis player, on the occasion of the adoption by the General Assembly of the “International Day o

One of the most inspiring poems read in my childhood

లక్ష్మణ కవి కలములొ నుండి జాలువారిన ఆణిముత్యం :

ఆరంభింపరు నీచ మానవులు విఘ్నాయాస సంత్రస్తులై 
యారంభించి పరిత్యజించుదురు విఘ్నాయత్తులై మధ్యముల్ 
ధీరుల్ విఘనిహన్య మానులగుచు ధ్రుత్యున్నతొత్సాహులై 
ప్రారబ్ధార్ధము లుజ్జగింపరు సుమీ ప్రజ్ఞానిధలల్ గావునన్ - ఏనుగు లక్ష్మణ కవి. 

ఏదైనా పని మొదలు పెట్టినపుడు ఎన్ని అడ్డంకులు ఎదురయినా వెరువక తుదికంటా లక్ష్యం కోసం శ్రమించడమే కార్య సాధకుడి నైజం. అలాంటివారు ఉత్తములు. ఎప్పుడో ఎదురయ్యే అడ్డంకులను తలచుకుని ఏ పనీ చేపట్టనివారు అధములు. ఏదో చెయ్యాలన్న తపనతో మొదలు పెట్టినప్పటికీ మధ్యలో ఆటంకాలు ఎదురవగానే వదిలేసేవారు మధ్యములు.

Which translates to - People in the world are classified as three different kinds.
The first kind is those who do not start a work for fear of facing obstacles/ difficulties who are those of the lowly kind, the second kind, who start a work and leave it in the middle the moment they face an obstacle - they are medium kind and finally those who despite all difficulties stand up to the task and finish it - who are the noble ones.

To Autumn

I looked out of my window...Saw the beautiful autumn transcending the surroundings...An enthralling happiness filled my senses and who else can describe my feelings better than Keats...Quoting my favorite poet's line - Autumn beats from Keats!!!

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,

   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

      For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Ohh Keats - You can change the perception with your words…Always a big fan – Take a bow!!!

Zeal to Perfection!!!

A rush, a complexity, an idiosyncrasy...What else I can say.  What Felix did may not be a world changing one. What he did may not change the plight of billions of people around the world. He may not put a presumptuous step to take the human race, a leap ahead. But this dude’s made of balls of steel. Some excerpts from his upshot speech which echoed every bit of his exasperating emotion when he’s inside an ominous-looking flat spin that Baumgartner went into around 90 seconds into the descent.

"Because I have a manual push button where I can release a drogue [stabilization] chute which pulls me out of the flat spin, but at the same I time I knew if I push that button, this thing is all over, we're not going to fly supersonic."

Losing out the comfort zone, tackling the adrenaline rush to sooth out the right decision…What not. Felix had not only shown his incredible panache but also his flamboyance in reaching out his goal no matter what the condition is. Even though his prime motivation is to come back alive (as said in his interview after the dive), he never wanted to compromise in his calculated risk to go for an extra mile. Such is his knack, such is his compassion and above all, he still want to challenge himself.

Vince Lombardi said -  “I firmly believe that any man's finest hour, the greatest fulfilment of all that he holds dear, is that moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle - victorious. “ Incomplete. Incomplete. The man’s finest hour, his greatest fulfilment lies in his ability to challenge himself to the extreme and give his heart out to raise the bar of human spirit. History might have been written by the victors, but to be one of them…Look beyond the written lines. 

Ramblings of a whimsical fatso…!!!

A moment on your lips, forever on your hips…As Joey does, I too once used to hate this line. Without second thought I was offended as well. I am not giving an embodiment or an activist based view here. I am just speaking as a Tanuj who lived in my very own body till 2011 February. The one who’s living at present or lived after Feb 2011 had lost more than 13 units of adipose tissue (as bios like Shravya used to call it) or Kilos as British metrics call them. Frankly speaking, nothing changed. Not even an additional testosterone level increase or an added percentage of freaking activeness.

For this transformation to a mirror fitting material, the process included woeful humiliation from every quarter. I do not remember the whole story as it is exactly happened, but jus some jottings from broken words from my admirers (yeah who made my life miserable by looking at my rice plate as if I am responsible for global food shortage). The evolution of this pain started before I came to this world I guess. I remember my grandma telling me that I was born a kilo overweight. They called me healthy and damn everyone was worried when I am not having my food properly and losing my weight at that time. And there was the bomb. They saw an appetizer increasing tonic or some prescribed medicine ad on TV and experimented on me. The results were successful and I have started eating as if the world’s gonna end after my meal. I guess my admirers were very happy coz they found a 2 year old chubby kid, cute. Scene cut, dozen years later they were having all problems with my eating/fattening habits. Has the world turned upside down in a dozen years? We just not eat to satisfy our souls. We are major driving factors of retail foods. I bet none of my skinny admirers would dare touch the sugar coated calories in the shelves even though their heart pound for that. After all we encourage new restaurateurs by visiting them. We are the source of information, critical reviews and GDP growth (retail food combustion rate is directly proportional to our fattening…lame calculation…:P). Considering the fact that Warren Buffet and Mukesh Ambani are over weight, be careful while you comment on the next one you see on the road. 

Welcome back!!!

One classic which never grows old and can sustain over the ages...A lyrical masterpiece fitting in my party log of welcoming 2012...From the pen of Phil the Master...Its just another day in Paradise!!!

She calls out to the man on the street, "Sir, can you help me?
It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep. Is there somewhere you can tell me?"
He walks on, doesn't look back, he pretends he can't hear her
He starts to whistle as he crosses the street, seems embarassed to be there

Oh, think twice, it's just another day for you and me in paradise
Oh, think twice, it's just another day for you, you and me in paradise
Just think about it

She calls out to the man on the street, he can see she's been crying
She's got blisters on the soles of her feet, she can't walk, but she's trying

Oh, just think twice, it's just another day for you and me in paradise
Oh yes, think twice, it's just another day for you, you and me in paradise
Just think about it, uh - huh, just think about it

Oh Lord, is there nothing more anybody can do
Oh oh Lord, there must be something you can say

You can tell by the lines on her face, you can see that she's been there
Probably been moved on from everyplace, cause she didn't fit in there

Oh yes, think twice, it's just another day for you and me in paradise
Oh yes, think twice, it's just another day for you, you and me in paradise
Just think about it, uh - huh, just think about it

It's just another day for you and me in paradise
It's just another day for you and me in paradise
It's just another day for you and me in paradise
It's just another day for you and me in paradise
It's just another day for you and me, it's another day for you and me
It's another day for you and me in paradise
In paradise, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah