I have always been a big fan of quotes - A good quote invariably has a message - which has the power to transform you. I always wonder how simple 2 lines can have such meaningful reflection on ones life. Who says internet is a trash-can??
These are some of the Chanakya's Quotes - the original strategist; one of my all time idols - Worth reading a million times - a CCP stuff for me to revisit them again and again - all other benefits are add-ons :-)
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"A person should not be too honest.
Straight trees are cut first
and Honest people are victimised first."
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"Even if a snake is not poisonous,
it should pretend to be venomous."
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"The biggest guru-mantra is: Never share your secrets with anybody. ! It will destroy you."
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"There is some self-interest behind every friendship.
There is no Friendship without self-interests.
This is a bitter truth."
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"Before you start some work, always ask yourself three questions - Why am I doing it, What the results might be and Will I be successful. Only when you think deeply
and find satisfactory answers to these questions, go ahead."
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"As soon as the fear approaches near, attack and destroy it."
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"Once you start a working on something,
don't be afraid of failure and
don't abandon it.
People who work sincerely are the happiest."
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"The fragrance of flowers spreads
only in the direction of the wind.
But the goodness of a person spreads in all direction."
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"A man is great by deeds, not by birth."
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"Treat your kid like a darling for the first five years.
For the next five years, scold them.
By the time they turn sixteen, treat them like a friend.
Your grown up children are your best friends."
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"Books are as useful to a stupid person
as a mirror is useful to a blind person."
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"Education is the best friend.
An educated person is respected everywhere.
Education beats the beauty and the youth."
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Chanakya quotes (Indian politician, strategist and writer, 350 BC-275BC)
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
bird flew
From my childhood; i always wondered - how a shop keeper resists the temptation to eat what he sells?? -especially when its ready-to- eat stuff. I do agree that he has a business and if he eats and all that blah-blah, but afterall he is also a human being with a stomach, eye and tongue and in any case he cant eat out the entire shop, can he? then where is the business loss?
You would say - he would be eating the stuff regularly at home and hence doesn't have the instinctive apetite for the same at shop. But that's exactly my question how he supresses his desire in shop? Or in other words, what makes us to purchase the same stuff again from his shop; are we the only ravenous beings - we being the non - shopkeepers? or doesn't the tribe of shopkeeper belong to mankind?? - On the contrary we need to be avaricious to the highest degree; atleast marginally greater than the shopkeeper's to fight against the universal human tendency to be stingy - and in such cases; more often than not win.
You would argue that he would be sick seeing/ eating the same in his shop to the extent that now he loves to sell but hates to eat. Let's question the veracity of this premise before gassing further. Consider the case when he gets the same stuff free from some other source - by chance and doesnt have to pay - have you ever seen the expression on his face??
This is exactly what happened today morning when i went to a nearby road side tea-stall for morning tea.
Scene:
8:00 AM morning. Fog settling down.
Mutton shop few shops after the tea-stall - of goat.
The shop keeper of this mutton shop puts things in order expecting another big day in life - bird flu being an unexpected shot in his arm. One truck carrying birds - chicken passes by; on the road. One bird from one of the cubes of the truck flies. The bird run helter-skelter but can't avoid the attention of this shopkeeper. This shopkeeper runs like a poor urchin - runs as if his life depends on the bird. The frigid weather being another dampner- ensuring that the new found freedom is not for long. The shop-keeper does all the acrobatics he knows - leaving his shop runs and finally manages to catch the hen. When he completes his senatorial run, he finds himself on the other side of the road. He scuttled towards his nearby house hiding the hen under his arms as if none had seen. His joy knows no bounds - he smirks, blushes, laughs as if he was chosen by God today to be the most lucky one. I must admit i was lucky myself to see the best of the juxtaposed human emotions- natural joy, brazen shamelessness and childlike innocence - and all original.
Given a chance to relive my life - I would love to be one unconventional shop -keeper :)
You would say - he would be eating the stuff regularly at home and hence doesn't have the instinctive apetite for the same at shop. But that's exactly my question how he supresses his desire in shop? Or in other words, what makes us to purchase the same stuff again from his shop; are we the only ravenous beings - we being the non - shopkeepers? or doesn't the tribe of shopkeeper belong to mankind?? - On the contrary we need to be avaricious to the highest degree; atleast marginally greater than the shopkeeper's to fight against the universal human tendency to be stingy - and in such cases; more often than not win.
You would argue that he would be sick seeing/ eating the same in his shop to the extent that now he loves to sell but hates to eat. Let's question the veracity of this premise before gassing further. Consider the case when he gets the same stuff free from some other source - by chance and doesnt have to pay - have you ever seen the expression on his face??
This is exactly what happened today morning when i went to a nearby road side tea-stall for morning tea.
Scene:
8:00 AM morning. Fog settling down.
Mutton shop few shops after the tea-stall - of goat.
The shop keeper of this mutton shop puts things in order expecting another big day in life - bird flu being an unexpected shot in his arm. One truck carrying birds - chicken passes by; on the road. One bird from one of the cubes of the truck flies. The bird run helter-skelter but can't avoid the attention of this shopkeeper. This shopkeeper runs like a poor urchin - runs as if his life depends on the bird. The frigid weather being another dampner- ensuring that the new found freedom is not for long. The shop-keeper does all the acrobatics he knows - leaving his shop runs and finally manages to catch the hen. When he completes his senatorial run, he finds himself on the other side of the road. He scuttled towards his nearby house hiding the hen under his arms as if none had seen. His joy knows no bounds - he smirks, blushes, laughs as if he was chosen by God today to be the most lucky one. I must admit i was lucky myself to see the best of the juxtaposed human emotions- natural joy, brazen shamelessness and childlike innocence - and all original.
Given a chance to relive my life - I would love to be one unconventional shop -keeper :)
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
the treadmill
One of my freinds gtalk-status message read - freinds go, homes go, money goes, love goes, body remains - lets pump up!!
And i decided its high time lets get back to the den. The den of gents!!! One place where i am what i am - Gym. After a long hiatus i started to work-out again - this time in my state-of the art gym at my office.
Not that i was getting disproportionate, I was not at peace with myself all these days, with so many things flying around and very less time to react and people said - Be proactive. It was getting too much for me - the fights - internally, externally, the recrimination.
Finally i am in. i land on the treadmill, press the button and start moving. Rocking music, steel sound, the tiger tastes blood. Next minute i started cruising. i knew i was going nowhere. But i pretended as i am running, running hard and i can escape, escape up - up and away.
While returning a freind asks me - you stay so thin and fit - i had no words - I politely smile.
May the peace prevail.
And i decided its high time lets get back to the den. The den of gents!!! One place where i am what i am - Gym. After a long hiatus i started to work-out again - this time in my state-of the art gym at my office.
Not that i was getting disproportionate, I was not at peace with myself all these days, with so many things flying around and very less time to react and people said - Be proactive. It was getting too much for me - the fights - internally, externally, the recrimination.
Finally i am in. i land on the treadmill, press the button and start moving. Rocking music, steel sound, the tiger tastes blood. Next minute i started cruising. i knew i was going nowhere. But i pretended as i am running, running hard and i can escape, escape up - up and away.
While returning a freind asks me - you stay so thin and fit - i had no words - I politely smile.
May the peace prevail.
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
sad old year
Cliche n. 1: a trite phrase or expression; also : the idea expressed by it; 2 : a hackneyed theme, characterization, or situation; 3 : something (as a menu item) that has become overly familiar or commonplace
The trouble i have with New Year - infact the trouble i have with all the festivals etc. - is that it's a cliche. Every year I make a sort of New Year pre-resolution - I resolve that I shall actually try to take this whole celebrating New Year thing seriously, I resolve that I shall make resolutions, shall shout Happy New Year loudly into the telephone everytime someone calls - even if it's a wrong number. Every year I promise myself that this is the year I'm not going to be my usual curmudgeonly self.
Like any good New Year resolution, this one usually lasts till about 10 in the morning on the 1st of January. By that time the tiresome repetition of the old formula has begun to get to me. I've got to the point where my instinctive reaction to people wishing me a "Happy and Prosperous New Year" is: "Why do you think that will happen? Where's the empirical evidence?"
Holiday celebrations are not just cliched - which would imply merely creative exhaustion - they are actively anti-creative, that is to say they are built on the premise that traditions and formulas deserve to be celebrated. My problem with such Pavlovian glee is that it always seems to me to be a negation of the reasoning self, an insult to human intellect. We couldn't possibly find the imagination or intelligence to connect to those around us in a meaningful way, every trite doggerel that rhymes 'health' with 'wealth' seems to say to me, we are not conscious beings in control of our own destiny, capable of making choices, we are merely conditioned systems of stimulus and response. This may very well be true, of course, but that's no reason to flaunt or celebrate it.
People will tell you that the New Year's and other such frivolous occassions are a great time to reconnect with people you've lost touch of. I'm all for that - it's just that I don't see how calling someone once a year and shouting Happy New Year at them and having them shout it back to you constitutes staying in touch with an actual person. I mean, my answering machine could do as much.
So if you really must, you and your disgustingly trite family go and have a happy and prosperous new year full of health, wealth and everything you can think of - just don't tell me about it.
The trouble i have with New Year - infact the trouble i have with all the festivals etc. - is that it's a cliche. Every year I make a sort of New Year pre-resolution - I resolve that I shall actually try to take this whole celebrating New Year thing seriously, I resolve that I shall make resolutions, shall shout Happy New Year loudly into the telephone everytime someone calls - even if it's a wrong number. Every year I promise myself that this is the year I'm not going to be my usual curmudgeonly self.
Like any good New Year resolution, this one usually lasts till about 10 in the morning on the 1st of January. By that time the tiresome repetition of the old formula has begun to get to me. I've got to the point where my instinctive reaction to people wishing me a "Happy and Prosperous New Year" is: "Why do you think that will happen? Where's the empirical evidence?"
Holiday celebrations are not just cliched - which would imply merely creative exhaustion - they are actively anti-creative, that is to say they are built on the premise that traditions and formulas deserve to be celebrated. My problem with such Pavlovian glee is that it always seems to me to be a negation of the reasoning self, an insult to human intellect. We couldn't possibly find the imagination or intelligence to connect to those around us in a meaningful way, every trite doggerel that rhymes 'health' with 'wealth' seems to say to me, we are not conscious beings in control of our own destiny, capable of making choices, we are merely conditioned systems of stimulus and response. This may very well be true, of course, but that's no reason to flaunt or celebrate it.
People will tell you that the New Year's and other such frivolous occassions are a great time to reconnect with people you've lost touch of. I'm all for that - it's just that I don't see how calling someone once a year and shouting Happy New Year at them and having them shout it back to you constitutes staying in touch with an actual person. I mean, my answering machine could do as much.
So if you really must, you and your disgustingly trite family go and have a happy and prosperous new year full of health, wealth and everything you can think of - just don't tell me about it.
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