Tag: Life lessons (Page 13 of 14)

I have been recently doing a lot of blog-hopping and came across many wonderful blogs that made me feel so inspired and jealous at the same time. I spent a while on each of the newly added blogs to my blogroll and found them awesome. Actually, awesome is an understatement. I was inspired to try to write like that and at the same time my envy too peeped out a little. Anyway, the better person in me took over 🙂

This post is a letter from me to a person who was me, when I was almost 18, joining college. I got this idea from this post in this awesome blog.

Dear Past,

Do not heed to all those who are telling you what to study and where to study. Think for yourself and choose a path which you really want to.

College will seem fun and full of hopes. But, do not expect too much. It is better to face the good and bad as and when they come than to expect it and get disappointed.

Come out of your lazy shell and try something new, exciting. Find your passion. If you could not find any, create one.

Have a better stamina.

Do not worry way too much about what others think of you too much. Those who mind, won’t matter and those who matter, won’t mind.

Do not get too attached or too close to the wrong people. They end up hurting you anyway and present you with the greatest regrets of your life. To keep it simple, choose your circle carefully.

Give more respect to those who you know will always be there for you and never ever break the heart of your loved one. You will never forgive yourself even after your loved one did. That you did it unintentionally will never be an excuse.

Your close friend will misunderstand you. Just go up to the person and talk it out. Being quiet makes it just worse and will take a lot of time for the person to finally realize that you are actually not the person who did the mistake, or to get over it.

If you do not do the earlier 3 points properly, your life will be so messed up that you will have to entirely change yourself to heal all the wounds you caused within yourself and in others.

Enjoy your life at Coimbatore better. Go to places. Enjoy yourself to the best.

Get over your fear for Maths related subjects and just give Maths a chance.

Try harder to learn. Mind it. I am saying “to learn”, not “to study”.

Be strong. Wavering mentality never helps.

Use your training period at your company, well. You will wish that you had put those 3 months to better use.

You will be posted to Hyderabad. The city will not be as scary as you thought. It will be a good change in your life where you will mature a lot and learn a lot of life-lessons.

However, if you want to save yourself the pain of dragging a transfer out of your ever-evasive higher official, you might as well try to be stubborn at Chennai and get a posting at Bangalore at the first go. This choice, I leave it you. Because, either way will be good for you.

Learn cooking. Seriously. You will want to.

Always be positive. Don’t take everything as the be-all and end-all of life.

Life will be good, for whatever you lack, you definitely do not lack the ability to achieve anything if you put your mind to it.

With love,

Your Present.

Until later 🙂

I got the below lines as a good morning mail. Ever since I saw these lines, there’s been a change. Everyday is being a better one than the before.

“It’s ok to have fears
It’s ok to make mistakes
It’s ok to give up on something
It’s ok to be quiet sometimes
It’s ok to cry when everyone laughs
It’s ok to laugh at a joke if you liked it
It’s ok to love the one who may not love you
It’s ok if you dance like a duck gone wild
It’s ok if you sing like a frog gone wilder than the duck
If being what you are, makes you happy then it’s great to be yourself!
Love yourself and life would have a crush on you!”

Now, I don’t hesitate to sing a song that I like just because my room mates might think that I croak like a frog (which I do really, but the difference is I do it because I want to do it). These attitude change mails and messages-I have received ‘n’ numbers of such stuff before. But, the essence just sank in 🙂

Until later 🙂

This article was posted in Facebook by a friend. I liked it very much and hope you do like it as much…..

“At a fund-raising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:

‘When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?’

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. ‘I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.’

Then he told the following story:

Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, ‘Do you think they’ll let me play?’ I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, ‘We’re losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we’ll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.’

Shay struggled over to the team’s bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay’s team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.

In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay’s team scored again.

Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn’t even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay’s life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.

The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.

The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.

As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over.

The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.

Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman’s head, out of reach of all team mates.

Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, ‘Shay, run to first!

Run to first!’

Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.

He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, ‘Run to second, run to second!’

Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.

B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.

He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher’s intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman’s head.

Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, ‘Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay’

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, ‘Run to third!

Shay, run to third!’

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, ‘Shay, run home! Run home!’

Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team

‘That day’, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, ‘the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world’.

Shay didn’t make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it’s least fortunate amongst them.

I am spell bound after reading this.I have nothing to say except for my heart-felt wish that all the people be as wise as those little guys who showed what love and life is all about. Share it with as many people as you can to help make world a better place to live.

Until later,

🙂