Vibrant green

Got this pic from here

Barren lands,

not a soul, 

not even a tree, 

no shade, 

nothing green, 

can we call it earth?

We will never know the value of a tree until all the greens vanish from the earth.

Never wish to see that day. 

Plant a tree.

Clean and Not Clean!

Sometimes there is lot more to think than the simple presumptions. 
Just got with a tweet at the twitter:

sardesairajdeep Rajdeep Sardesai

not a whiff of a financial scandal surrounding UID. proves that when the person at the top is clean, the system responds.

Obviously he mentions of Nilekani. At this junction, when the CWG is making all the wrong news, he may have made this comment keeping in his mind the no-matters-what-its-not-my-fault face of Suresh Kalmadi. Well there may be more. Even MMS or Sonia could suit well too. Never thought of being political at this juncture in my blog. But well sometimes you give into the temptations. And such tweets are the best of the temptations.



Here is another comment;

@bhogleharsha Harsha Bhogle

the bus from the plane to the airport looked like a cwg bus;rattled all the time and looked like it would come apart any minute!

 

Here it seems, well, perhaps, maybe, he forgot saying " media rattled at the hot new betting saga that takes new turns every day, which could make cricket come apart any moment".

May be he is frustrated that CWG has now started to take the limelight in every way possible. He must remember that the UN roof collapses too. 

It is true that our money got the dumps. But still have to be a bit positive at this stage.

Happy Birthday Flintstones...

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Fifty years and still it never mattered as they do not seem to age. They are ageless, bringing smiles in the faces of millions of people. One could never forget Fred doing his share in hush-hush accidents. Spend-thrift Wilma and Pebbles bring their share of memories. How could one forget Dino, Baby Puss and Doozy? 

Got this pic from here

With Love,

Happy Birthday To You- Flintstones.

Tales of the wrinkles.

What this painting says:
Decades have been lived behind. There are not many years left to go. Wrinkles say stories of gallons of experiences and ounces of dreams fulfilled. Learned, not to get concerned with regrets and happy to have a child's heart at this age.

Music of Life

Secrets, that are never revealed, 

Dreams, that remain unfulfilled, 

Love, that remained, only from my part, 

Things, from which, we do get apart, 

Young Elvis Painting. More details about this painting is available here.

Life goes on, which ever way it can,

We run after it, chase it,

Knowing, but never realizing that we can't, 

The day ends, only when we realize that

all it mattered was just to be happy.

It is never too late,

Let the realization come,

Let's enjoy the music of life.

It is everywhere!

One more blog.

Well now I am on a blog making spree. Made two blogs back to back. Now this video blog. 

Stentorian Videos.

New blog!

Had a new blog roll into my rolls. And that too was mine!
It provides wisdom fodder!  
CLICK HERE : Wisdom Fodder

Learning times.

Sometimes and more often we deceive ourselves with thoughts that are ambiguous. We get those thoughts for some presumable self-doubt that we cannot get out of. Something holds us. It may be something that is beautiful, ugly or even something that does not exist. We are so much into this myth that our perceptions are governed by our unknowing deceit. We live in this mystery, doing things, working and holding a "clear" notion. And somewhere down our path we realize the waste it had been. We get into a situation where we were not supposed to be.

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Sometimes everything remains unclear and hazy. We make desperate attempts to get relieved. The haze seems to rule our world. But often chance saves us. It makes us see hope in hopelessness. It see that our specks are just fogged and not our world. And the mist clears.  A ripe mind could have realized that earlier and saved some time from being butchered. Learning times.

Sometimes you do but not for doing.

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Sometimes we find the easy way out. We do things. We do them, not because we got to do them, but because we got to get out of our stresses. We do them hard. We sweat out. It seems we get cured. Cure from something that we want to escape from. We get tired. We sleep hard. So hard that we even stop dreaming. Our so called inner perfectionist sleeps, our "cool" self sleeps too, our "I-Mind-My-Stuff-You-Mind-Yours" stuff sleeps. But alas when we wake up we find everything sleeping. And we are on our own "self" facing the same notion we escaped from. It starts to haunt us. We feel it's the sleep we are in. We think are in reality "perhaps". Sleep-reality-sleep-reality. We are no where. Neither in sleep nor in reality. We find ourselves "escaped". We never know what that escape meant to us. And at the end we escape from a lot many things in life to escape from life itself.