'TIME' is misconstrued as a mysterious entity.

I think it is not.

The hands of clock are sometimes with you and sometimes against you.

Don't get discouraged as they are not meant to be against you all the time.

Don't be complacent as they are not meant to be with you all the time.

Only a dysfunctional clock can give you same time all the time,

But then clocks dysfunction as they are man made, not the time. 

 

I am not a princess nor a doll.

I am a self made woman who stood unflinching in the face of storms.

I dream not of a prince, but of a warrior.

As a prince 'is' a prince by his breed and a warrior 'becomes' a warrior by his deed.

I want to shout..

I want to shout that I am so verrryyy happy.

And I am loving it.

Hey Mr. God, I love you and want to tell you that you are really cool, though a little lazy and slow, but cool and fab.


Mr. God, thank you.

 Life is beautiful, just change the angle if you can't see the beauty.. :)

Simple funda and simple ways... To be happy one does not need to move mountains.

Use your heart and use your brain. Don't let any one of them dominate. And still if the need be, let heart take it.

Don't be calculative in relations. Believe me, even if you are at loss, you will feel fabulous.

Everybody always runs behind his own happiness. For a change, try sometimes to make others happy.

Life certainly is about big things. It is about small things too. Don't forget to stop by and look around. There are millions of things that may surprise you.

People should matter more than things.

Don't ever lose the company of your own self.

If you like something, appreciate it. If you like someone tell him. Praise people when they deserve it.
Be harsh to them when they deserve it.

Close your eyes and try to see the things. :)

Make somebody's day. Some or the other person makes your day, everyday.

Laugh. Laugh for small reasons. Even for no reasons.

The world can't exist if there is no balance. Good and evil are part of nature.  

 Stop existing and start living.

Life is beautiful. If you can't see the beauty, change the angle. :)

In case if I ever happen to be ill, don't call a doctor, call my students.

It will just take a class and I will be recovered.

They are my lifeboats (weird analogy, but true one); they are my energy boosters.

They are my raison d'etre.

In this life, anywhere I be, anything that I do can never keep me far from you.

They say we are sent on the earth for a purpose, and not all can find it and follow it.

I don't remember exactly when I started saying "I want to be a teacher, when I grow up". It was very early in childhood, I think. But then I was born with it.

I was born to be a teacher.

Joie de vivre!

My brain seems to have developed some kind of hearing disorder. It seems to have taken thirty to be thirteen.

And it has become hyper active too in some last couple of days.

When the heck will they invent a remote to switch it off?

It's a sign that books are badly required.

Or something else?

God knows.

But then He is a sadist. Or perhaps, He too has developed some kind of hearing disorder.

The Story of a Cube

Once upon a time there was cube, a happy cube.

He was innocent and carefree.

He liked the things he did.

When he started growing up and started understanding the things, he realized that some people around him did not like cubes much. They appreciated circles and talked high about them.

The cube felt he also should be a circle. He tried to be a circle and people started talking high about him. People started praising him. The cube liked it.

When the cube grew up a little more and started meeting more people, he realized that they preferred triangles. Triangles are befriended. The cube did not even realize when he changed himself to a triangle. Cube had many friends now.

Now, the cube was really grown up and entered the society, the real world. He suddenly felt that the society loves squares. Squares are looked upto and squares are esteemed high. The cube became a square now. People respected the cube. They loved him.

Everybody was happy with the cube.  Everybody loved him.

He was satisfied. He was rich. In fact, he was everything except for the cube that he originally was. He was not the cube anymore, the happy cube.

He was some circle, some triangle and some square. He was no cube at all. In fact, he was nothing at all. He was deformed.

He feels now that he wants to be the cube again. He tries too. But he has forgotten how to be a cube.

It is all his fault. He is so selfish or maybe so selfless.

But then he is good at becoming different shapes. He so well became a circle and a triangle and a square. Hope he soon becomes a cube, the cube, the happy cube.