What is it that I actually want, from within, for myself?
What after getting a good job, a decent salary,
A good car, good clothes, good apartment,
What is the next phase of life?
What is it that will actually make me yearn?
That one thing that will make me feel proud,
That one thing that will complete my existence,
That one thing for which I don’t give a second thought
At different times I want to do different things,
But the desire to do them fades away very easily,
I wonder is there something wrong with me?
I am scared of having an unknown death,
Unknown not to people, but to myself,
When I ask myself, if this is all I want,
The immediate answer, No definitely not,
Then what is it that I want,
The reply is, You need to find it out,
But how will I find out that one thing,
Will some angel sort of a thing come and whisper in my ears,
Or a bulb will flash in my head and boom I know it.
I am proud of what my grandfather and father achieved,
They struggled, they had a purpose in life,
Do I have any purpose, do I wish for anything?
CLUELESS. When will I ever find a clue?
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Steve Irwin - A Man I will Never Forget
Steve Irwin, whom I will always remember as The Crocodile Hunter.
I began watching his shows when I was seventeen. I must say he is one of the main reasons for my love to reptiles. The way he caught the animal, his expressions, his words, everything would be so real and fascinating, that the only thing you are rather missing is feeling the animal yourself.
I began watching his shows when I was seventeen. I must say he is one of the main reasons for my love to reptiles. The way he caught the animal, his expressions, his words, everything would be so real and fascinating, that the only thing you are rather missing is feeling the animal yourself.
In high-energy programs from Africa, the Americas and Asia, but especially his beloved Australia, Irwin — dressed always in khaki shorts, shirt and heavy boots — crept up on lions, chased and was chased by komodo dragons, and went eye-to-eye with poisonous snakes.
Often, his trademark big finish was to hunt down one of the huge saltwater crocodiles that inhabit the rivers and beaches of the Outback in Australia’s tropical north, leap onto its back, grabbing its jaws with his bare hands, then tying the animal’s mouth with rope.

He was a committed conservationist, running a wildlife park for crocodiles and other Australian fauna, including kangaroos, koalas and possums, and using some of his TV wealth to buy tracts of land for use as natural habitat.
I wish I had met this man just once. Kiss his huge hands with which he held all those animals and thank him for all his work and commitment.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Work hard... Someone's always watching
An experience shared by Ivan Seidenberg - Chairman and CEO of Verizon
When I was eighteen, I got my first job, as a janitor in an office building in Manhattan. I was the guy who opened the door, swept the floor, polished the chrome, and ran the freight elevator. My boss was the building superintendent, an older guy named Bill. Bill hardly ever said anything, but he worked like a dog - harder than anybody else on the crew. It seemed to me that if my boss was working that hard, then I should too, so that's what I did.
Once in a blue moon, Bill would actually talk to me. One day, he saw me reading a book and asked me about it. I told him that I was putting myself through college at night. About eight months later, he came to me and said, "You know, there are companies that will help you pay for college while you work full-time." I asked him which ones - he said to try the electric or the phone company - and I did what he said, applying to New York Telephone. I started a career in communications there that's lasted almost forty years.
When I asked Bill why he tool eight months to get around to mentioning this to me, he just shrugged and said, "I guess I wanted to see if you were worth it."
When I was eighteen, I got my first job, as a janitor in an office building in Manhattan. I was the guy who opened the door, swept the floor, polished the chrome, and ran the freight elevator. My boss was the building superintendent, an older guy named Bill. Bill hardly ever said anything, but he worked like a dog - harder than anybody else on the crew. It seemed to me that if my boss was working that hard, then I should too, so that's what I did.
Once in a blue moon, Bill would actually talk to me. One day, he saw me reading a book and asked me about it. I told him that I was putting myself through college at night. About eight months later, he came to me and said, "You know, there are companies that will help you pay for college while you work full-time." I asked him which ones - he said to try the electric or the phone company - and I did what he said, applying to New York Telephone. I started a career in communications there that's lasted almost forty years.
When I asked Bill why he tool eight months to get around to mentioning this to me, he just shrugged and said, "I guess I wanted to see if you were worth it."
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)