LOVE IS..........

I had to complete the blank and I happened to utter, “Love is…Love!” Then it dawned on me, If I can go just a little out of my way to make the other person feel loved, that would be love…My MOM will feel loved when I help her with little activities…it may be little inconvenient for me, but then love is not love if it keeps searching for conveniences, that’s the reason why a mother can go on and on , every single day, 365 days a year without any off day taking care of the house and the members of family…LOVE IS GOING OUT OF MY WAY.
Whenever I returned from a holiday DAD has this usual compliant that I hadn’t got anything for him or for the family it used to irritate me as to why should I carry extra luggage filled with gifts when I very well know that everything is available in my own city. Only now, I know why; that’s the way dad understands love. LOVE IS UNDERSTANDING THE NEED OF MY LOVED ONES.
My Grandmother loves when I talk to her a lot..and when I ask her about health..she will be happy if I sit with her for most of the time..whenever I goto meet her I will make sure that I will ask her so manything about her health..and I will explain her about the things in hyderabad. she is so curious even to know the climate of Hyderabad.
My little sister kutty like most girls loves to talk. I am her favourite and I know why. I can patiently listen to all the minute details when she talks like a grandmother. She loves it when I listen to her college stories. She loves it when I ask questions about her friends. LOVE IS LITTLE ONES KNOW YOU RESPECT THEM.
Wow now I have an interesting game. The game of finding out what makes my loved ones feel loved and then express my love to them. The way they understand. Well I am on a treasure hunt for what love means to them. Many a times it may not be comfortable for me to express in the way they understand. But I know when I moved to Chennai, I went out my way to learn tamil to help myself live a better life. Similarly I need to take effort and learn to express in different ways. Why not learn to express our love to our loved ones in a way that makes them feel loved.
Over time, I’ve learnt that when it comes to receiving love, I should understand that people may not always express their love for me the way I understand love. But when it comes to sharing my love with others, and if: truly love my people, It becomes my responsibility to find the language in which they understand love and express myself that way. There is always something new to look forward to, always something new to learn. There is so much of excitement in life. The question “What else can I do to make this person feel loved?” lingers and gives me a new drive to life.
That’s the reason why a new relationship brings excitement to us because in that relationship we are looking for all possible ways to express ourselves, and nothing seems to be enough. If we can do the same thing in our current relationships we can bring about new life into them…
I may not know the theory and the science of love. I may not know the laws of love. But I know and I know that everyone wants to be loved and feel loved. Love is ….Being there for our loved ones….

How to knock sadness, frustration and anger out of our life?....

Once Mother Teresa was asked what the saddest incident in her life was. Though initially she avoided answering the question, on persistence Mother Teresa replied, "I was walking past a dustbin when I heard a human voice from inside. I found a woman lying inside, brutally wounded. I took her home and cleaned her up. I asked her what had happened and she told me that her son had beaten her up. I told her to forgive him, but she replied in a cold tone that she could not. 'My whole life revolved around him, and he has done this to me,' she said. I realized life was ebbing out of her so I told her, 'You are going to meet your maker, so forgive your son and go with a light heart'. But she refused. At this, say a prayer of whatever faith you believe in, and I will say a prayer in mine'. Sometime later, she said in a faltering voice, 'Mother, I forgive him, 'and in a few minutes she was dead." As I read this incident in a magazine I was transformed.
Another story that I read in some book made this transformation deeper.
"Kill him!" said the brother, his voice filled with anger. "Kill him!" said the mother; her voice spoke the agony visible in her tears. "Kill him!" said the sister, her voice trembling for revenge. Around the council fire, each one of the family members spoke. In the balance lay the life of a man sitting outside restlessly. The murder of a friend was terrible thing, whatever be the reasons. He sat, awaiting his fate.
"Let us think about this thing carefully," said the grandfather softly. The sorrow of missing his favorite grandson deepened the wrinkles on his face. When he spoke "Will killing him return our boy to us?". "NO." "NO." "No." the word moved slowly around the tortured circle. "Will killing him help feed our people?" asked the old man. Again "NO." is the answer from all the three. They did look into it carefully. They deliberated upon it the whole night. Then they called the Youngman to his fate.
"Do you see the tepee?" they said, pointing to the dead man’s tepee. He nodded. "It is yours now."
"Do you see those horses?" they said, pointing to the horses of the man he had killed. He nodded again. "They are yours now. You are now our son. You will take the place of the one you have killed."
I was amazed as I closed the book, I kept ruminating over how a family whose son had been murdered could accept and adopt the murderer as their son. Hatred would have been so natural. Thoughts of revenge would have been so natural. The need to hurt would have been so natural. 'Forgiveness' almost looks unnatural.
I searched through my memories to find people who had hurt me, people I did not want to forgive for what they have done. Sheepishly, I with a lot of embarrassment realized that I had never been hurt the way the lady in the dustbin had been. Nor had I ever been subjected to the pain that the family members of the murdered son experience. My issues in life, compared to the issues of these two, were insignificant.
Reading about these stories made me 'Want' to forgive. As I thought about people against whom I held grudges. Every time I thought about them, I experienced a range of emotions. What were these emotions?
Sometimes, I felt sad; at times, I felt anger; a few memories evoked frustration - the emotions that I experienced were different. With building excitement, I realized that though what I felt was different there was something very common to all those emotions. All those emotions were negative!! All those emotions sapped energy out of me! All those emotions made me feel let down! They took joy away from me.
When I forgive, I give up all these disturbances. I understood that forgiveness is neither about what I do to people, nor about what people do to me. Forgiveness is all about what I want to do for myself.
With this realization, a smile floated on my lips as I realized forgiveness had already happened. I understand that forgiveness is not a doing, it is a happening.
This understanding has filled my life with a beautiful search for meaning. All people and incidents were earlier disturbing seem meaningful now. The hurt of the past has gone. So has the sadness, anger and frustration. I understood existence sends all those experiences and people into my life for me to learn. I am feeling peaceful, very peaceful.
Actually nothing has changed. But then again, everything has changed!! Hasn’t it?

Beautifull LOVE STORY

Vandu is very well educated.She did her MBA at XLRI,Jamshedpur. The 'fresherqueen' of her batch, she was always in the top ten percent of her class and also represented her college in badminton. An extrovert by nature, she made friends easily. She was one of those rare achievers who attracted no negative vibes. Her credo in life - “Always challenge human potential, and win human hearts. It's this that makes a true champion.” Anand was one of the many in the same class who had lost their heart willingly to Vandu. He was no less popular in his own right. He was the champion athlete of the college and had won every 100m dash he had participated in on behalf of his college. He also represented the college in debates and according to his batchmates and professors, he had a very incisive and inquisitive mind. Unlike Vandu, he was a quiet person, uncomfortable with attention and being in the spotlight. His credo in life - “If I am still speaking about yesterday's achievements, it means I have done nothing worth while today.”Both admired each other secretly.They didn't even know when admiration turned into something special. Both realised what the other felt for them and the relationship gradually blossomed into love. He was mesmerised by her vivacity. She was captivatedby his simplicity. The effect they had on each otherwas charming. When she looked at him, she gazed with open curiosity.When he looked at her, his eyes were soft with enquiry. When he spoke to her, he was surprisingly and admirably direct. When she spoke to him, she spoke politely and in detail. His voice carried quiet passion. Her voice was refreshing and striking. She never questioned his priorities. He never questioned her beliefs. He was never sceptical about her enthusiasm and extroverted nature. She was untroubled by his being introverted.

One fine evening they had been to the top of Sinhgad, favourite trekking destination of many residents of Pune. It was Friday the 13th. It turned out to be the most brilliant evening of her life. It was twilight. They had driven up the hill on Anand's motorbike. Both had taken the day off from work. They had decided to marry and live an extraordinary life. This evening was to be the launch pad for their entire future.They spoke about a lot of things that evening. They spoke for hours, and remained silent for hours. They didn't want the evening to end. At the break of dawn, they were convinced that they were going to have the time of their life together. They felt immense gratitude for each other and for all factors that had brought them together.Just before they got up to leave, Anand summed up the crux of all they had discussed. In his usual measured tone he said, “Vandu…”Oh! How her heart skipped a beat every time he said 'Vandu' with so much love. She could have gone on living her life just listening to him say her name this way. She was totally committed to him and the way he expressed his commitment to her was amazing.

He said, “Vandu… I believe in love. But I believe even more in understanding being the bed rock of love. Many people begin their marriage with love, only to find it disintegrate later. They love the way they want to, without understanding the thinking and feelings of their spouse. And they believe that they are absolutely right and that there is no need for them to change at all. Love is thus reduced to ego. The war being, who should understand first and who should be understood first.” Vandu was breathing heavily when she heard Anand say, “At a personal level, both husband and wife acknowledge their love for eachother. They also know that their spouse sincerely loves them. But lack of understanding coupled withlack of willingness to understand leaves both of them feeling hurt, exploited and victimised. Inspite of love, life together seems aburden - why? Simply because understanding and a deep desire to understand are missing.” He looked at her and said, “I will ensure that you always feel and believe that I understand you and want to understand you. My questions to you will be to understand you , never to interrogate you. I love you.”In the silence that followed, Vandu heard nothing but the pounding of her heart. She felt most blessed that a man like Anand was in love with her and wanted to live the rest of his life with her. She gently touched his arm. Unable to control herself, she burst out crying.

Even after almost three years in their married life when she shared those moments with her friends, she had tears in her eyes, gratitude in her heart and wanted to thank the creator for giving her such an understanding life partner.

People in LIFE......

People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do.

When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. They have come to assist you through a difficulty,to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically,emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are.They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work isdone. The prayer sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.

When people come into your life for a SEASON, it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real!But, only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach lifetime lessons;those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people (anyway); and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.

IN A NUTSHELL We are not put on earth for ourselves, but are placed here for each other.If you are there always for others, then in time of need, someone will be there for you.

Life is so beautifull these days...

How do i define my day? Till a few months ago, I would say my day was bad just because i had a fight with my friend or because of hectic work or because my manager shouted at me...the list goes on.....My life is repetitive drill. waking up at the same time, struggling in bed for a few minutes before getting up,brushing the same way, same tea, same news paper, a time bound path, a hurried breakfast, road rageon the way to work, same office, same work, gossip and lunch, same talk, same route back home, samearguments, compulsive dinner, same bed, crash out and wakeup another time to another day to the samedrill.....
This is not the way i wanted to define my life..my life needn't be mundane. my life needn'tbe boring. my life needn't be a years experience repeated fifty times. My life needn't be imposition.My life needn't be a life imprisonment. Ofcourse there is more to life than simply existing. Just on analysing these things..I went back to my school days..where my day ends with full satisfaction with busy schedules. There are different forms of music, playing instruments, new fitness regimes, new languages, creative writing, public speaking, technology, painting, hand writing, new art forms, driving, different sports, management, gardening, pet birds and animals,photography, culture......the list is truly endless..where has all these enthu gone...
Here are few things that i really experimented in making my day beautifull.just try..it works out......the list follows like this..
1. Keep attempting something that hasn't been attempted before.
2. Try out new cuisines.
3. Wear clothes that you are shy of wearing
.4. Try a new hair style.
5. Visit unusual places.
6. Dine on the terrace.
7. Eat pani puri or any chat at a road side joint
8. try going to office using auto or bus or by walk..instead of using your own vehicle
9. surprise child hood friends by calling them.
10. Try out sending mails to ur old collegues.
11. make the habit of reading books if u dont have that habit.
12. Go for fasting one day.
13. Go for voice rest.
14. Go for a long walk in the evenings.
15. watch movies sitting in the front row.
16. Learn new instrument...
17. Finally think and care about abondened people atleast once in a month.

The list is endless...it depends on how creative & curious we are. Be excited to be alive. Do something right now thatyou've never done before....right now.The formula to a lively life is to keep answering this question :
"WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME I DID SOMETHING FOR THE FIRST TIME".

Make the most of each day

A bank credits your account each morning with $86,400. It carries over
no balance to tomorrow. Every evening you lose the balance you failed to use during the day.
What would you do?
Draw out every cent, of course!!!!
Each of us has such a bank. Its name is TIME. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off what you have failed to invest. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back. Invest it so as to improve get from it the utmost in health, happiness, and success!
The clock is running. Make the most of life today.

To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade.
To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.
To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed the train.
To realize the value of ONE SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an accident.

Treasure every moment ! Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery.

Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present!

The man who knew infinity - Srinivasa Ramanujan

Nice piece of Info about Ramanujan and G.H Hardy....
Hardy once came to see Ramanujan when he was in the hospital. He told Ramanujan that the number of taxi in which he had come was 1729 - 7X13X19 a dull number. Before Hardy could complete his sentence Ramanujan said, "Far from being dull, It is the smallest of all the numbers that can be expressed as the sum of two cubes in two different ways...
1) 10 to the power of 3 + 9 to the power of 3
2) 12 to the power of 3 + 1 to the power of 3.