The one thing

 

2016 will be over within a few days. What i achieve in this year!!!!. There are many things. As usual i bought many books. Some i read, half read and kept in my shelf. i want to avoid reading from gadgets and sit with a Real BOOK.

what is important in life?

The one thing. Find that one thing. When a day begins you find that One thing. Identify / quantify and DO that one thing. That should be your priory. if you want to success narrow down your concentration to that one thing.

” There can only be one most important thing. Many things may be important, but only one can be the most important”

 

The One thing by Garry keller with jay papasan

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Memory

“.Although freedom and independence comes with adulthood so thus obligation to keeping a job,maintaining relationships,acquiring education,sustaining one self.As I tell my son:18 is just a #,a man is the one who can take care of himself and others.”

My father told One day, now you completed your graduation. I dont have any more money to spend for you. Go and find a job

Out of the house, No money, not many friends I moved to Bombay in 1994.

When i started my work, ( Dont want to say what it is) I never thought i will reach here.

Financial security is important for  peace of mind. There are many chance for those who know nothing. You should have the fear in mind . fear of poverty, fear of homelessness force you to find something.gradually you can catch up in life. Nothing break you if you traveled a tough road. So be prepared. mamas boys and couch potatoes will not get any sympathy in Road.

A Personal Journey – Poem by David Harris

Autoplay next poem

If someone had told me years ago,
poetry would make my name.
I would have politely smiled
and nodded yes,
and not believed a word of it.
I remember once
attending a poetry reading
and calmly getting up
and declaring I was not a poet,
and then wondered why everyone laughed.
They must have realised something
I did not know
that in fact, I was a poet,
of course, that was a long time ago,
and much waters
have crossed under the bridge of my life.
The doodles I once called poems
were in fact poems after all.
Some were much better
than I could ever dream of.
It took me a long time
and the internet to realise that fact.
Now I have started a new dawn
within my writing career,
taken steps down roads
I never thought I would go.
The journey has not been unmarked,
as I have gained so much more
than just becoming recognised as a writer.
I have gained so many friends across the world.
Something I could have only dreamed about
in my younger years.

17 April 2008

 

 

Small things.

when was the last time you saw the sun rise?

Did you play football with your young son.

Did you see how a butterfly sitting in a flower

Small things.

2016 is over in a couple of week. Life is always happens in a subtle way. December you bring your coldness with you. I feel that in my body.

what is missing in life? No.what are the small things happening in my life. can i hear the sound of a bird. can i see the smile of a baby. 23 years back in December. early morning we both were walking to the tuition center through street. I can see her smile, she is talking, walking ,very happy. But i didn’t listen anything she told. But still i can see vividly see her face, long hair . She was bubbling with life.

I miss your presence around me

With so many people I feel alone

I miss your touch, miss your lips

I miss every moment more and more

I remember the moments when you smile

Can’t forget that even for a while

Nobel Speech

I read every year the speech. Really enjoying doing it. please read if you have time.

Bob Dylan’s speech, read out at the ceremony by United States Ambassador to Sweden Azita Raji:

Good evening, everyone. I extend my warmest greetings to the members of the Swedish Academy and to all of the other distinguished guests in attendance tonight.

I’m sorry I can’t be with you in person, but please know that I am most definitely with you in spirit and honored to be receiving such a prestigious prize. Being awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature is something I never could have imagined or seen coming. From an early age, I’ve been familiar with and reading and absorbing the works of those who were deemed worthy of such a distinction: Kipling, Shaw, Thomas Mann, Pearl Buck, Albert Camus, Hemingway. These giants of literature whose works are taught in the schoolroom, housed in libraries around the world and spoken of in reverent tones have always made a deep impression. That I now join the names on such a list is truly beyond words.

I don’t know if these men and women ever thought of the Nobel honor for themselves, but I suppose that anyone writing a book, or a poem, or a play anywhere in the world might harbor that secret dream deep down inside. It’s probably buried so deep that they don’t even know it’s there.

If someone had ever told me that I had the slightest chance of winning the Nobel Prize, I would have to think that I’d have about the same odds as standing on the moon. In fact, during the year I was born and for a few years after, there wasn’t anyone in the world who was considered good enough to win this Nobel Prize. So, I recognize that I am in very rare company, to say the least.

I was out on the road when I received this surprising news, and it took me more than a few minutes to properly process it. I began to think about William Shakespeare, the great literary figure. I would reckon he thought of himself as a dramatist. The thought that he was writing literature couldn’t have entered his head. His words were written for the stage. Meant to be spoken not read. When he was writing Hamlet, I’m sure he was thinking about a lot of different things: “Who’re the right actors for these roles?” “How should this be staged?” “Do I really want to set this in Denmark?” His creative vision and ambitions were no doubt at the forefront of his mind, but there were also more mundane matters to consider and deal with. “Is the financing in place?” “Are there enough good seats for my patrons?” “Where am I going to get a human skull?” I would bet that the farthest thing from Shakespeare’s mind was the question “Is this literature?”

When I started writing songs as a teenager, and even as I started to achieve some renown for my abilities, my aspirations for these songs only went so far. I thought they could be heard in coffee houses or bars, maybe later in places like Carnegie Hall, the London Palladium. If I was really dreaming big, maybe I could imagine getting to make a record and then hearing my songs on the radio. That was really the big prize in my mind. Making records and hearing your songs on the radio meant that you were reaching a big audience and that you might get to keep doing what you had set out to do.

Well, I’ve been doing what I set out to do for a long time, now. I’ve made dozens of records and played thousands of concerts all around the world. But it’s my songs that are at the vital center of almost everything I do. They seemed to have found a place in the lives of many people throughout many different cultures and I’m grateful for that.

But there’s one thing I must say. As a performer I’ve played for 50,000 people and I’ve played for 50 people and I can tell you that it is harder to play for 50 people. 50,000 people have a singular persona, not so with 50. Each person has an individual, separate identity, a world unto themselves. They can perceive things more clearly. Your honesty and how it relates to the depth of your talent is tried. The fact that the Nobel committee is so small is not lost on me.
But, like Shakespeare, I too am often occupied with the pursuit of my creative endeavors and dealing with all aspects of life’s mundane matters. “Who are the best musicians for these songs?” “Am I recording in the right studio?” “Is this song in the right key?” Some things never change, even in 400 years.

Not once have I ever had the time to ask myself, “Are my songs literature?”

So, I do thank the Swedish Academy, both for taking the time to consider that very question, and, ultimately, for providing such a wonderful answer.

My best wishes to you all,
Bob Dylan

Passion

You have to find your passion. Many people told me that.  I tired and always change my mind. I like many things. Writing , Reading, siting alone, walking, swimming, Running, stock market, Marketing, learning new language(studying Arabic now). The problem with passion is that, it may not give you enough money to run your home. I have stuck up many years without doing anything. Not knowing what i am doing. Zombie life . You will go from pillar to post. The words of my English teacher was almost true in my life. I have no proper orientation. You swing from this to that.

I wander when I’m alone.
I walk for as long as I can.
I’ve gone miles before
Gotten lost, even.
I get lost a lot.
I feel better when I’m lost.

Money Myth

you cannot have money and ” Spiritually pure”

This what i heard from childhood. There is no better non-sense. Make your money. Spend what you want according to your conscious and rest give to charity. Money making important for me. I know what it is to be without Money.

When you see all this spiritual masters and institution they all develop a clever way of amassing wealth. We always feel we are obliged to give to them.

so clear your mind. Think that There is nothing wrong in making money. That is your right.

The Power Of Now

The power of Now

Eckhart Tolle.

I had enough of reading Philosophy.   Read many, many . My conclusion is Generally there is No use of reading or studying Philosophy. There is certain kind of intellectual stimulation. It was fun for me but not Now.

Now my interest is How to live peacefully. Or let me put it in a different way, like every Indian sage is asking. Is enlightenment possible? ( if you are planing to develop a carrier or want to be rich and famous better stop reading and look for some other motivation to achieve your target)

There are many methods to achieve this.

Read this book. I read this book 10 years back. Nothing happens. i had gone through unspeakable  suffering.  Now my second turn.

Can i find a better alternative to love…………….

if you had a choice , do you choose suffering or joy.