The Samjauta express, train that runs between India and Pakistan came under a terrorist attack. And 64 ppl died. Sad, really sad. But as they say, even in the grimmest of moments, sometimes there's always a reason to smile. Look at these protesters in Pakistan. Ooooops...wat they said is We condemn the BUM( not bomb) Blast. Now, that aSS funny as you can get!
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
The Lost Butterfly....( no one knows wat happened)
was speeding at 80 miles an hour on the highway....dust n grime hitting me every second. as i overtook trucks n bikes n cars, and rushing towards my office, all i had in mind was the watch, the seconds ticking away. as it is, i love speed and i love going at 100 plys kms per hour. justhen i felt something on my shirt button...some movement i felt. i dint bother n was busy looking at the next vehicle to overtake. the red signal brought be back to the place where i must belong- the ground. again, i felt that something moving on my shirt, n for a second, i w2as like surprised. it ws a lovely small butterfly clinging to my shirt button. arre such a an mamzing piece of gods art, n natures design, that i started at it for a few seconds. the red was going to turn green in about 100 seconds now. i jus shook my shirt button to get rid of it, and instead of flying away, it jus went n plopped itself on the road below. dint bother for a moment, as it perched itself on the road n was jus shaking its wings a lil bit. i started my bike now, n was jus about to move ahead a lil....and thats wen something took over me...a flurry of questions...how can i let the butterfly die under the wheels of some vehicle...that poor helpless create was trying to fly but maybe too exhasted or jus injured. without wasting a second, i got off the bike, picked up that lil thing, n then went to a small nearby plant, n perched it on a leaf.
once again, i felt the joy, wen a small creature fluttrerd its wings on that leaf. my engine roared, n i was gone in a jiffy.
i dont know wat must hav happend to that butterfly after i left. maybe it will fly again. maybe it will smile again, n go n smell the flowers. wat i do know, that it wont die under some truck tyre, or some unsuspecting biker. and wat i know for sure, that yes, god will be happy that one of his creations dint die in the man-made concrete jungle.
once again, i felt the joy, wen a small creature fluttrerd its wings on that leaf. my engine roared, n i was gone in a jiffy.
i dont know wat must hav happend to that butterfly after i left. maybe it will fly again. maybe it will smile again, n go n smell the flowers. wat i do know, that it wont die under some truck tyre, or some unsuspecting biker. and wat i know for sure, that yes, god will be happy that one of his creations dint die in the man-made concrete jungle.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Why a million sperms....
The process of life, its so beautiful. I mean, from a microscopic sperm, another life is born...and the next generation..and then the next generation.
But im not into explaining biology. last nite, as i was going home, i just heard the news that an ad film, which i wanted to do so badly, has been postponed by the client. Phew! There, again, i said to myself. Once again...the world is round, and im back to square one. Neways, i shall keep trying..again and again and again.
That's where i saw this entire process like those tiny million sperms, floating and rushing to meet the egg. rat race, life is, isnt it? and this rat race, all of us know, begin rite at the very conception stage. imagine a million of those living cells rushing towards their goal....and .....
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Only ONE in a million, makes it. And a new life is born. Maybe my philosophy therefore stems from biology. I must keep on trying, and trying. and [praying and praying.
Thats the way life was born. And thats the way it's gotta go on.
Ashish
But im not into explaining biology. last nite, as i was going home, i just heard the news that an ad film, which i wanted to do so badly, has been postponed by the client. Phew! There, again, i said to myself. Once again...the world is round, and im back to square one. Neways, i shall keep trying..again and again and again.
That's where i saw this entire process like those tiny million sperms, floating and rushing to meet the egg. rat race, life is, isnt it? and this rat race, all of us know, begin rite at the very conception stage. imagine a million of those living cells rushing towards their goal....and .....
....
....
....
....
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Only ONE in a million, makes it. And a new life is born. Maybe my philosophy therefore stems from biology. I must keep on trying, and trying. and [praying and praying.
Thats the way life was born. And thats the way it's gotta go on.
Ashish
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