My Writings

I could have been……………..
 An actor….But my father created a scene.
 An archaeologist…. But, I didn’t want my career in ruins.
 A barman….But, I didn’t have the spirit for the thing.
 A chauffeur….But, I didn’t have the drive.
 A chimney sweep….But, it didn’t soot me.
 A dentist….But, I disliked a hand-to-mouth existence.
 A doctor….But, I got sick of it.
 An electrical engineer….But, I had no connections.
 A farmer ….But, it wasn’t my field.
 A guitarist….But, I preferred a job with no strings attached.
 A hardware engineer….But, I didn’t have the drive.
 A hockey player….But, I couldn’t stick to it.
 An ice cream vendor…. But, I lost my cool.
 A juggler….But, things got out of hand.
 A magazine editor….But, I didn’t want to make an issue of it.
 A milkman….But, the scheme got sour.
 A photographer….But, things didn’t click.
 A policeman….But, I lacked an arresting personality.
 A postman….But I wasn’t a man of letters.
 A programmer….But, I got bugged.
 A shoe salesman….But, I wasn’t given the boot.
 A shopkeeper….But, fate had something else on the store.
 A witch doctor….But, only for a spell.
 A yatchsman….But, I didn’t know the ropes.
 A zoo-keeper….But, I bought out the beast in everyone.
 And a lots more ;you know .

My Writings

A Dream
I love you deep
While express I can’t
Your nearness to me is all I want
No matter my wish
May touch you late
I have patience
So I can wait.
But the day will come
When I shall be past
Only then you would realize
With tears rolling fast
That I was one
Who loved you deep
My memories a treasure
For you to keep.

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Perspective

One day a father of a wealthy family took his son on a trip to the countryside with the firm purpose of showing him how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what could be considered a very poor family.
On their return from the trip, the father asked his son,
“How was the trip?”
“It was great dad.”
“Did you see how poor people live?” , the father asked .
“Oh, yeah, “ said the son.
“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.
The son answered:
“I saw that we have one dog and they had many.
We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creak that has no end. We have imported lanterns and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live in and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our goods, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us; they have friends to protect them.”

The boy’s father was speechless.
Then his son added, “Thanks, dad for showing me how poor we are.”

Isn’t perspective a wonderful thing? Makes us wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don’t have. Appreciate every thing we have, especially our friends and relatives.
----Dinesh.

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                       Greying  E-mail

For those of us recovering from the demise of the hand-written letter- which has been superseded by e-mail- here is a shocker. E-mail may be dying too, as it’s no longer the preferred form of communication among younger people. Instead , they are switching to alternatives such as instant messaging, texting and social networking sites such as Facebook, Orkut or Tweeter. Some now describe e-mail as “grey mail”. Is that comeuppance, or what ?