Life's Strange Ways...!!!

Recently I have been witness to a strange(or a nostalgic) scene while going to Hesaraghatta(in Banaglore, where IIHR is located). On my way to hesaraghatta, in Chikkabanaavara, I saw people standing in queue(like it used to be n still is for Kerosene in many parts of Karnataka)... The first thought which came to my mind was that these people may be standing for buying Kerosene, distributed through public distribution system. But when I saw a LPG distribution lorry standing next to them I was bit startled !!! Upon close observation I could make out that the people were there to collect their LPG cylinders. They were standing in queue and arguing with the LPG distributor(just like the Kerosene distribution). On seeing this I remebered my childhood days, when we also used to stand in queues to collect our share of the Kerosene from Janatha Bazaar or Govt. Fair Price shop. We used to argue with shop keeper to put Kerosene properly and not just make lather n cheat us... Once LPG came the de...

Two babies are in the utero confined To the wall of their mother's womb, And they are having a conversation. Their names Ego and Spirit. Spirit says to Ego, I know you are going To find this difficult to accept, But I truly believe there is life after birth. Ego responds, don’t be ridiculous. Look around you this is all there is. Why must you always be thinking about something? Beyond this reality? Accept your lot in life. Make yourself comfortable and forget About all of this life-after-birth nonsense. Spirit quiets down for a while then responds, I also believe that there is a Mother. A Mother! Ego exclaims. How can you be so absurd? You've never seen a Mother. Why can't you accept that this is all there is? The idea of a Mother is crazy. You are here alone with me. This is your reality; trust me there is no mother. Spirit reluctantly stops her conversation with Ego, But she soon implores, Please listen without rejecting my idea. Somehow I think that those constant Pressu...

A brief candle; both ends burning An endless mile; a bus wheel turning A friend to share the lonesome times A handshake and a sip of wine So say it loud and let it ring We are all a part of everything The future, present and the past Fly on proud bird You're free at last. Source:one of mail forwards....