Archive for March 2009

If I Knew…

March 27, 2009

I came across the following poem which was written in memory of all those who perished on 9/11. This one is just giving me a reminder of all the things I ideally should be doing.

There is no guarantee to your life, but there sure are some thing’s that you can guarantee to make it happen while you have lived. Below are some of them that have not only touched my heart but reminded me of things that I probably should be doing more often.

IF I KNEW

If I knew it would be the last time
That I’d see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
And pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
That I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
And call you back for one more

If I knew it would be the last time
I’d hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
So I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time
I could spare an extra minute
To stop and say “I love you,”
Instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I’m sure you’ll have so many more,
So I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there’s always tomorrow
To make up for an oversight,

And we always get a second chance
To make everything just right.
There will always be another day
To say “I love you,”
And certainly there’s another chance
To say our “Anything I can do?”

But just in case I might be wrong,
And today is all I get,
I’d like to say how much I love you
And I hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
You get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you’re waiting for tomorrow,
Why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
You will surely regret the day,
That you didn’t take that extra time
For a smile, a hug, or a kiss
And you were too busy to grant someone,
What turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
And whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
And that you’ll always hold them dear
Take time to say “I’m sorry,”
“Please forgive me,” “Thank you,” or “It’s okay.”
And if tomorrow never comes,
You’ll have no regrets about today.

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Support and Vote for Meera Sanyal – Hope for Change In India

March 25, 2009

image Today I am absolutely sure for a hope for change in terms of our political system. Now we have our own Hope and Obama for Change from South Mumbai. Meera Sanyal – Country Chief for ABN AMRO now Royal Bank of Scotland is contesting as an independent candidate for the Lok Sabha elections.

I have seen her in person and been a part of the numerous interactions that she has always had with her staff. She has entered this arena after losing someone who had introduced her to the banking industry in the recent 26/11 terrorist strikes and it became a very personal thing. The lady is remarkable. Someone who carries herself really well and very well spoken. Someone who is sensible and runs agenda’s in favour of what is always right. Someone who knows and believes that its the TIME to have our CHANGE.

Meera Sanyal’s campaign will focus on improving the conditions of the citizens of Mumbai. She
has a five-point agenda, with a focus on:

1. More investment for the city’s infrastructure
2. A radically improved public transport system
3. Stronger security
4. Citizens’ empowerment at the neighborhood level
5. A directly elected and fully empowered mayor for Mumbai.

This is one candidate that I am so sure of will be the hope of change. It’s the belief. We need people who are so well educated and have a clean past track record to make this place a better place. For once, I feel so strong about a candidate who sure can be our hope of change. Meera’s campaign is self-funded and she has chosen not to join any party and clearly steering away from all the negativity that most of our political parties carries.

I call on to everyone to support Meera Sanyal whoever is voting from the South Mumbai Constituency. Check out more about Meera Sanyal’s background and qualification on http://www.meerahsanyal.in/?page_id=2 on her own personal website: http://www.meerahsanyal.in.

Join in Meera Sanyal for South Mumbai on Facebook as she doesn’t need money but that faith and support that will also ensure that we have the right people in our political system.

Lets come together and spread the word and back a candidate with substance and integrity.

Thankful…

March 22, 2009

image All right! I know I just haven’t got the time to sit and really pen down all that has been happening with me as I just have been buzzing around like a busy bee all over the place. I usually tend to have a lot of thoughts on my mind that I could really blog about, however I then at that moment don’t seem to have anything on me to even just jot it down on a piece of paper and then I forget completely about it.

And trust me, this process has really resulted in a lot of my thoughts getting completely vanished as I just can’t remember what I thought, I would write about.

Anyway, the past week has been extremely busy at work and I have also been partying and going out a lot. I was at Firangi Paani in the middle of the week, celebrating someone’s birthday and again out the very next week – again on a week day at Indus. Now, if I really have to state a review in just one line comparing the two places, I really think Indus was any day better than Firangi Paani which was completely rip-off in terms of its main course which was really horrible. The music at Firangi Paani was just about the oldies classic while Indus really pepped up the atmosphere after 11pm – which of course was good enough to encourage me to hit the dance floor. Firangi Paani was steep, but the drinks and appetizers were not that bad.

And of course, again this Saturday I was having dinner at Caravan Serai with a bunch of pals – an authentic Indian food along with the atmosphere that matched the traditional Indian theme. Good service, good drinks and food. Sunday was again with some really old pals at a Cafe Ivy with just pastas and salads and wine. So that’s really been a very busy two social weeks and but very fulfilling from the bottom of my heart for which I have just been really grateful as I know a lot of people out there don’t have what I do – fulfilling weekends with a bunch of really nice people. I am grateful and thankful!

Blessings and Faith!

March 14, 2009

These were really nice, I have never seen Christian Cartoons before.

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Chocolate Sings…

March 13, 2009

image One of my best friends sent me this email and wrote a line on top of it saying “I remembered you when I read this…. 🙂 ”

I opened the email even more fervently than I would have after reading that line and this is what it was – absolutely just “ME”. All in all, this is exactly what I would have done, said and behaved as. I can’t believe she came so close in identifying me as the normal perception would have been “Uff – you can be so difficult to comprehend at times”.

I excitedly responded back to her email stating that she should be patting herself on her back after doing such a good job in coming so close in identifying me and now I am 100% confident that when I am this old she will smell me from a distance. Enjoy folks and this is “ME”.

One day I had a date for lunch with friends. Mae, a little old “blue hair” about 80 years old, came along with them—all in all, a pleasant bunch. When the menus were presented, we ordered salads, sandwiches, and soups, except for Mae who said, “Ice Cream, please. Two scoops, chocolate.”

I wasn’t sure my ears heard right, and the others were aghast.

“Along with heated apple pie,” Mae added, completely unabashed.

We tried to act quite nonchalant, as if people did this all the time.

But when our orders were brought out, I didn’t enjoy mine.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Mae as her pie a-la-mode went down.

The other ladies showed dismay. They ate their lunches silently and frowned.

The next time I went out to eat, I called and invited Mae.

I lunched on white meat tuna. She ordered a parfait.

I smiled. She asked if she amused me.

I answered, “Yes, you do, but also you confuse me.

How come you order rich desserts, while I feel I must be sensible?”

She laughed and said, with wanton mirth, “I’m tasting all that is Possible.

I try to eat the food I need, and do the things I should.

But life’s so short, my friend, I hate missing out on something good.

This year I realized how old I was. (She grinned) I haven’t been this old before.”

“So, before I die, I’ve got to try those things that for years I had ignored.

I haven’t smelled all the flowers yet. There are too many books I haven’t read.

There’s more fudge sundaes to wolf down and kites to be flown overhead.

There are many malls I haven’t shopped. I’ve not laughed at all the jokes.

I’ve missed a lot of Broadway hits and potato chips and cokes.

I want to wade again in water and feel ocean spray on my face.

I want to sit in a country church once more and thank God for His grace.

I want peanut butter every day spread on my morning toast.

I want un-timed long distance calls to the folks I love the most.

I haven’t cried at all the movies yet, or walked in the morning rain.

I need to feel wind in my hair. I want to fall in love again.

So, if I choose to have dessert, instead of having dinner, then should I die before night fall, I’d say I died a winner, because I missed out on nothing. I filled my heart’s desire.

I had that final chocolate mousse before my life expired.”

With that, I called the waitress over… “I’ve changed my mind,” I said. “I want what she is having; only add some more whipped cream!”

Be mindful that happiness isn’t based on possessions, power, or prestige, but on relationships with people we love and respect.

Remember that while money talks, CHOCOLATE SINGS!

Financial Crisis Explained In Simple Language

March 10, 2009

Coming from the financial line…this sure was a stunner and blew my mind into chuckles..

Linda is the proprietor of a bar in Cork. In order to increase sales, she decides to allow her loyal customers – most of whom are unemployed alcoholics – to drink now but pay later. She keeps Money

track of the drinks consumed on a ledger (thereby granting the customers loans). Word gets around and as a result increasing numbers of customers flood into Linda’s bar. Taking advantage of her customers’ freedom from immediate payment constraints, Linda increases her prices for wine and beer, the most-consumed beverages. Her sales volume increases massively. A young and dynamic customer service consultant at the local bank recognizes these customer debts as valuable future assets and increases Linda’s borrowing limit. He sees no reason for undue concern since he has the debts of the alcoholics as collateral. At the bank’s corporate headquarters, expert bankers transform these customer assets into DRINKBONDS, ALKBONDS and PUKEBONDS. These securities are then traded on markets worldwide.

No one really understands what these abbreviations mean and how the securities are guaranteed. Nevertheless, as their prices continuously climb, the securities become top-selling items.

One day, although the prices are still climbing, a risk manager (subsequently of course fired due to his negativity) of the bank decides that slowly the time has come to demand payment of the debts incurred by the drinkers at Linda’s bar. However they cannot pay back the debts. Linda cannot fulfil her loan obligations and claims bankruptcy. DRINKBOND and ALKBOND drop in price by 95 %. PUKEBOND performs better, stabilizing in price after dropping by 80 %. The suppliers of Linda’s bar, having granted her generous payment due dates and having invested in the securities are faced with a new situation. Her wine supplier claims bankruptcy, her beer supplier is taken over by a competitor.

The bank is saved by the Government following dramatic round-the-clock consultations by leaders from the governing political parties (and vested interests). The funds required for this purpose are obtained by a tax levied on the non-drinkers.

Finally an explanation I understand.. .

Your Strength In Your Weakness…

March 8, 2009

This story took my breath away. Thanks to a dear friend Neha Goenka for sending over an inspirational story.

image A 10-year-old boy decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident. The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn’t understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move.

“Sensei,”(Teacher in Japanese) the boy finally said, “Shouldn’t I be learning more moves?” “This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you’ll ever need to know,” the sensei replied.

Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training. Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament.

Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.

This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out.

He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened.” No,” the sensei insisted, “Let him continue. “Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament.

He was the champion. On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind. “Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?”

“You won for two reasons,”the sensei answered. “First, you’ve almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm.”

The boy’s biggest weakness had become his biggest strength. Sometimes we feel that we have certain weaknesses and we blame God, the circumstances or ourselves for it but we never know that our weaknesses can turn around and be our strengths if used wisely. A view and your perspective would define it all.