Easter long weekend came and almost passed away. I did nothing, but to laze around :-( Didn't go anywhere, didn't do anything interesting, didn't even take a look at any of my books. What a colossal waste of time!

"Mummy, why should I go to swimming lessons?", asked the young bird, as the mummy bird was making him ready for the swimming lessons.  "I have got strong wings, but barely have features to swim". The young bird's face almost took the shape of a question mark, as he asked this.

Listen child, I told you yesterday also. These days they need a lot of birds who can swim. They say it is a huge project, and they simply don't have enough fishes to do the task. And don't forget, there's a lot of money for anyone who can swim.

But mother, I was told in the biology class, that our ancestors could swim pretty well. Then why did they give up swimming? Well, at that time there was a big requirement for flying skills, said the mummy bird, quite proud at the adaptability of her species.

By this time, the questioning expressions in the young bird's eyes had disappeared. Instead, there was a feeling of disappoinment. The young bird could see all his dreams dashing to ground in a moment. The bird's eyes were gleaming. Not just with the tears over shattered dreams, but also with the proud feeling that he shared with his mother. Afterall, he was a member of such an adaptable species of birds!

Quietly the young bird packed his baggage for the swimming classes, thinking in his mind about becoming the best swimmer in the class.

Folks,

Last night, I saw one of the most horrible movies of my life. Any guesses?
I can hear one name loud and clear from all of you :-)
Yes you are right - I saw "The Passion of Christ" . Poor me :-(

The movie is full of unimaginable violence. Even though, whatever has been shown might be true, Probably it was no need to show everything. The only kind of people who would feel happy after watching the movie would be sadists. Cannibals might also like the movie. Although, I am not sure if cannibals like that much of violence.

Also in my opinion, the movie might result in religious hatred.

There is no better way to screw your saturday night than to watch this colossal portrayal of beastly violence.

May God save us from such movies,
Manish

As I switched off the light in the night, I had a thought on my mind -
that life would be better if only I were richer

If only I had the money to travel, wherever I wished
if I only I had the chance to have everything that my heart desired
It was difficult to sleep through all these ifs, but somehow I managed

As I woke up in the morning, it was drizzling
I could hear the birds chirping outside my bedroom, in the morning rain

As I turned on the radio, I could hear some of my favourite rain songs playing on the local radio station.

I got ready to go for office, and as I was leaving for the office, I noticed a small piece of paper in my letter box, looking straight into my eyes.
Yes, I was right. It was no ordinary paper. It was a letter from a friend, who had sent it, just to say "hi"

On my way to the office, I opened the window of my car, just to feel some of the drops of water on my face.

The drive was good, the roads full of life, people moving on in the rain. People, who would normally drive as if they were on a race-course, did not miss any chance to flash the lights at any crossing, to let the other cars pass by.


And I just thought in my mind that how rich I was.

I had a postman, who would deliver the letters even when it was raining

I had a music system, that would play, just the right songs, at just the right moment

There were birds, who would'nt forget to chirp for me in the morning, just to make sure that I reached office in time

There were drivers on the road, who would just let me pass by, even though it was their "priority"

Yes, I was rich, amazingly rich. This was no ordinary experience. This was heavenly. This was the life itself.

Meeting People. We all do it. We do it all the time. Yet, what is so special about it?

Actually nothing. And if there is nothing so special about it, then what the hell is this blog about? Well, just to say that we don't need to have any special thoughts in our mind about that.