A tribute to my mother

A MOTHER'S LOVE

A Mother's love is something
that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendoured miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God's tender guiding hand.

A word mother is something Which has synonyms like love,concern,care,tender.Mother is biggest and bset gift god has given to us.I thank my mom for everything in life
love u mom

An outing with friends to mocha

It was a great evening when my friends and I had gone out for a sip a coffee at Cafe Mocha in Lavel road.We had loads of fun it's a mast hangout place...nice decor.....exotic coffee...a staff which leaves you in peace... we spent close two hours in this place ordering Toblerone shake AND the Ferrero Rocher shake and so on. If you got this whole bunch of buddies, its a great place to be in.then after that we guys went see UB city which has got amazing architecture,stunning ambience.its food court on terrace is just mind blowing.you will live to be there in evening in this Bangalore weather with breeze flowing on your face.
It was an wonderful evening.......

Seven stages if one's life old age is one among them...

The complete life, the perfect pattern, includes old age as well as youth and maturity. The beauty of the morning and the radiance of noon are good, but it would be a very silly person who drew the curtains and turned on the light in order to shut out the tranquillity of the evening. Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.

Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.

The existing problem against old people is rising rapidly.Why do youth forget that one day you also have to become old?Its a cycle which everyone has go through and accept it also.this issue touched me while i was working with Diya foundation in Delhi a NGO.There I was given a chance to visit old age home.When I met them spent some time with them and got to know their stories.One thing which hurts me the most is that why children forget that what you are today is all because of your parents and when you become something in life u kick your parents out by saying that now you have grown old we cant take care of you.sounds strange that this happens in our Indian culture which we are proud of.Throughout their life they secure us when it comes to secure them we step back.

Its a priveldge to grow up with your grandparents which i din't have, so one who can get it let them be.

Life..................

There are many moments in life that teaches you a lesson.Few moments are good and bad but I think somebody only learns if something bad happens to him/her.Life is a gift to us and its upto us what we have to do with this gift keep it,spoil it or throw it.Many a times it happens you just trust someone blindly and it wont even take a second for the other person to break that trust.life is a roller coster ride sometimes laughs with us,sometimes cries with us but its always with us.Someone has said rightly that after every dark night there is a morning, its just one should have patience to wait for that morning to come.
I personally have experienced it when no body is with u,your life just become a one joke for others to laugh on then your family will always be with you,you wont understand this when you are suffering but you will realize it later.
trust is like mirror someone comes break it and then it can never be repaired.
i would like to say life is like an ice cream enjoy it before it melts.live your life in present and be happy never know what gonna happen tomorrow.

Life is like a blanket too short. You pull it up and your toes rebel, you yank it down and shivers meander about your shoulder; but cheerful folks manage to draw their knees up and pass a very comfortable night. ~Marion Howard

My parents silver jubilee

THOUGH no high-hung bells or din
Of braggart bugles cry it in—
What is sound? Nature’s round
Makes the Silver Jubilee.


Five and twenty years have run
Since sacred fountains to the sun
Sprang, that but now were shut,
Showering Silver Jubilee.


Feasts, when we shall fall asleep,
Shrewsbury may see others keep;
None but you this her true,
This her Silver Jubilee.


Not today we need lament
Your wealth of life is some way spent:
Toil has shed round your head
Silver but for Jubilee.


Then for her whose velvet vales
Should have pealed with welcome, Wales,
Let the chime of a rhyme
Utter Silver Jubilee.

through out the journey of live...i ever wanna see those smile...those smiles who let me breathe..the smile i always wish to see
love u dad mom

A Trip to Nandi Hills

My trip to Nandi hills was amazing. Nandi hills is 60km from the Bangalore city. It’s a beautiful place. Its best if you are on top of the hill before sunrise. I had a fantastic time with my friends. We left around 4.30 am in morning. Nandi Hills offers a surprise of breathtaking scenic beauty and excellent climatic condition. Situated in the Chikkaballapur Taluk of Kolar District in Karnataka, Nandi Hills, at the height of 4851 feet above sea level is, the most popular picnic spot. The wind, fog and clouds that blow towards you in the morning is just amazing. It was an adventurous trip we stopped at one chai vala shop to warm ourselves as we were freezing.
We reached Nandi hills around 6 pm. There is an entry ticket of Rs 25 to get inside. the ticket counter at Nandi hills is open from 6 am to 10 pm We walked and walked to reach the top of the hill and then enjoyed the wonderful site seeing there. Don’t worry guys in between you will find some confectionaries where they will charge u bomb for each item.
there are many adventurous places to see once u reach there.we guys spend a wonderful time in one small park where we were enjoying rides and was remembering a good childhood days.
It was my first trip in Bangalore which had left me with some unforgettable moments.

Days in Christ College!

MY GOOD OLD SCHOOL DAYS

Life is a journey which keeps us moving from one path to another. There are many phases in one’s life and one special and unforgettable phase among them is school life. It’s been said that school days are the best days in life and the same goes with me. School is the first step in the journey of life which helps us to accomplish the final destination.

Life in school was so beautiful... teachers taking care of us, mommy screaming at us in the morning to get ready for school, friends waiting for us in the bus stop etc etc... Everything seemed so nice, and I still feel the same. Everyone doesn't get a chance to go to school and I would say that I am the privileged one, and for all this my sincere thank goes to my parents. It is unbelievable that now even my college life is about to get over. When I sit and think all this I just realise that time keeps running and all good things comes to an end. Time fades away waits for none. Gone are the days when we used to learn A,B,C, when mommy used to make us learn “Johny Johny yes papa and when papa used to iron our school uniform. Now with their efforts and love we have learnt how to manage things on our own. All good moments are treasured in my heart and will always remain very precious.

I miss those school days when my friends and I used to have loads of fun and be there for each other in every walk of life. Today I still cherish those days and thank all my friends, teachers for making my school days out of the ordinary and memorable.

The Student’s Prayer

Don’t impose on me what you know,

I want to explore the unknown

And be the source of my own discoveries.

Let the known be my liberation, not my slavery.

The world of your truth can be my limitation;

Your wisdom my negation.

Don’t instruct me; let’s walk together.

Let my richness begin where yours ends.

Show me so that I can stand

On your shoulders.

Reveal yourself so that I can be

Something different.

You believe that every human being

Can love and create.

I understand, then, your fear

When I ask you to live according to your wisdom.

You will not know who I am

By listening to yourself.

Don’t instruct me; let me be.

Your failure is that I be identical to you.”

Umberto Maturana

Well, the Clock is ticking.

The Clock is ticking, and life is a clock which keeps on ticking and collecting in its fold a bunch of memories. Through this blog I would like to share with my readers a page from my diary, my life.

Life for me has never been defined by mere length or breadth. Life has been shaped and defined by the choices I made and the people along whom I made those choices. Sometimes even the people I chose not to share my life with also defined me and my life.

In life we meet people of all kinds and make. Some leave everlasting impressions on you, redefining you every inch of the way, constantly and dynamically. But not all impressions might be positive or negative for that matter. Some memories you would hold dear to heart, some you would want to get rid of. No matter good or bad, these become an integral part of your life.

Strange, for me has been the concept of ‘Memory’. For a memory could be anything, a concept which took birth in your thought, a thought which was conceptualized, a cue, a fantasy, a hint, an image, an event, a fact, a picture, a thing, a representation, suggestion, vision, so on and so forth.. Yet most of us, we classify memories emotionally. Memories that made us happy, angry, embarrassed, nostalgic, sad, peaceful, experienced etc.

The best thing about memories and Life is that the clock keeps on ticking. Some times with you and otherwise without you, however one thing is for sure, the show goes on. The best thing one could do is to share the memories and experience with others so that those memories live as long as possible through others, and we shall live through them as long as the memory survives.