INDIA GATE

Hi all,

 

 

        Just wanted to share something with you guys.....

 

 

Yesterday being a Sunday, i decided to pay a visit to India Gate.

 

A short walk of 20mins and i was there. It was around 5:30PM and there was a huge crowd at the India gate. All around i could see, people were sitting on the lawns around the monument, having fun with their families. There were some shallow water bodies/fountains around the place and young kids were splashing about the place. Vendors ( bhelpuri, candy floss, ice cream, balloons...etc) were having a busy time ,attracting attention and selling their wares. Standing at the India Gate, i could see the outline of the Rastrapati Bhavan against the setting sun. In all, it was a pretty sight...except for....the lawns all around were scattered with trash(empty bottles, all flavours of Ruffles Lays covers with a pose of Saif grinning on them ,paper plates and what not),the water was a greenish colour with some of the earlier mentioned trash floating on it(i mean if fish were in that water they would have jumped out and preferred to end their lives than be in that water or would have mutated into some fearful creatures which we see in some Hollywood movies).

 

           I bought some Bhel Puri,and stood watching the kids splash about in the water. Many people passed me, or came and stood near me and i could overhear their conversations. They were all saying chiiii dekho ye sab kitna ghanda hai(this is so dirty), persuading their kids not to enter the water. But again they were not hesitating to throw whatever trash they had in their hands wherever they were walking.

Cant blame them entirely as there was no proper distribution of dustbins about the place. I could only see some situated far away.

I felt like going upto these individuals and tell them "You are further dirtying up the place .Why cant you put some effort and throw stuff in the dustbins."...You know what response i'll get. Either the facial expression "Who the hell are you. Why dont you mind your own business!" or #!@@#?$^*!(Ghaliya). i could say like that only to my family memebers, friends and people i am acquainted with, and thats why i couldnt stop myself from writing this mail to you people :-)

 

Its the general human mentality. If the surrounding place is clean like the ITPL lawns, people would hesitate to litter it. They would look for a proper place to dispose stuff. If the place is already littered up, they would just toss the empty bottle or ice cream wrapper into the open without a second thought. In India, we dont have proper waste management, there are no dustbins at public places, and even if there are ,many are often in a bad condition, overflowing to the brim, and have a cow or a dog attached to them, scourging for food. But there is a chance that they will get cleaned up sometime. When we have some  unwanted stuff on our hands and we are outside our home/office, we dont hesitate to throw them onto the road/footpath...even simple things like a toffee we just pop the toffee into our mouth and the wrapper onto the road, is it such a heavy thing that we cant pocket the wrapper and dispose it when we reach our home/office and find a dustbin. There is no use of praising foreign lands for their cleanliness and neatness. Unless we put in our bit to keep our surroundings clean whenever we can....things will be just the way they are.

 

 Give it some thought !!

 

 

School Days of Ratish !!!

I am sorry Ratish. But after the blogs on Chemistry ..etc I had to put forward this sheet you had kept with me for safe keeping.

I know this proves you “Friends (?) right. But the truth had to come out.

Friends

 

 

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.

 

There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

 

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

 

'I want to repay you,' said the nobleman. 'You saved my son's life.'

 

'No, I can't accept payment for what I did,' the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.

 

'Is that your son?' the nobleman asked.

'Yes,' the farmer replied proudly.

 'I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of.' And that he did.

 Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.

 Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia.

 What saved his life this time? Penicillin.

 The name of thenobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name?

 Sir Winston Churchill.

 

Someone once said: What goes around comes around.

Work like you don't need the money.

Love like you've never been hurt.

Dance like nobody's watching...

Sing like nobody's listening...

 

 

Live like it's Heaven on Earth.

An IRISH Friend Ship Wish “

May there always be work for your hands to do;

May your purse always hold a coin or two;

May the sun always shine on your windowpane;

May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;

 May the hand of a friend always be near you;

May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.”

The most beutiful e-mail....a must read

This input has come from a very thoughtful friend. He just celebrated his 26^th Marriage Anniversary.

May God grant him and his wife a very long and lovely married life.

Please Read it carefully.

Enjoy reading,

















THE BRICK








A young and successful

executive was traveling down a

neighborhood street, going a

bit too fast in his new Jaguar.

He was watching for kids

darting out from between

parked cars and slowed down

when he thought he saw

something. As his car passed,

no children appeared. Instead,

a brick smashed into the Jag's

side door!

He slammed on the brakes and

backed the Jag back to the spot

where the brick had been

thrown. The angry driver then

jumped out of the car, grabbed

the nearest kid and pushed him

up against a parked car

shouting, 'What

was that all about and who are

you? Just what the heck are

you doing? That's a new car

and that brick you threw is

going to cost a lot of money .

Why did you do it?'

The young boy was apologetic.

'Please, mister...please, I'm

sorry but I didn't know what else

to do,' He pleaded.

'I threw the brick because no

one else would stop...'

With tears dripping down his

face and off his chin,

the youth pointed to a spot just

around a parked car.

'It's my brother, 'he said 'He

rolled off the curb and fell out of

his wheelchair and I can't lift

him up.'

Now sobbing, the boy asked

the stunned executive, 'Would

you please help me get him

back into his wheelchair? He's

hurt and he's too heavy for me.'

Moved beyond words, the

driver tried to swallow the

rapidly swelling lump in his

throat. He hurriedly lifted the

handicapped boy back into the

wheelchair, then took out a

linen handkerchief and dabbed

at the fresh scrapes and cuts.

A quick look told him everything

was going to be okay. 'Thank

you and may God bless you,'

the grateful child told the

stranger. Too shook up for

words, the man simply watched

the boy! push his wheelchair-

bound brother down the

sidewalk toward their home.

It was a long, slow walk back to

the Jaguar. The damage was

very noticeable, but the driver

never bothered to repair the

dented side door. He kept the

dent there to remind him of this

message:

'Don't go through life so fast

that someone has to throw a

brick at you to get your

attention!'


God whispers in our souls and

speaks to our hearts.

Sometimes when we don't

have time to listen, He has to

throw a brick at us. It's our

choice to listen or not.

Thought for the Day:

If God had a refrigerator, your

picture would be on it.

If He had a wallet, your photo

would be in it.

He sends you flowers every

spring.

He sends you a sunrise every

morning Face it, friend - He is

crazy about you!

Send this to every 'beautiful

person' you wish to bless.


God didn't promise days without

pain, laughter without sorrow,

sun without rain, but He did

promise strength for the day,

comfort for the tears, and light

for the way.

Read this line very slowly and

let it sink in...

If God brings you to it, He will

bring you through it.