School days...

Gone are the days
When the school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches.

Gone are the days
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes.

Gone are the days
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.

Gone are the days
When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals,
And returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.

Gone are the days
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds.

Gone are the days
When a single P.T . period in the week's Time Table, Was awaited more
eagerly than the monsoons.

Gone are the days
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.

Gone are the days
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks.

Gone are the days
When few rushed at 5:30 to
"Conquer" window seats in our School bus.

Gone are the days
Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day,
And the one-month long preparations for them.

Gone are the days
Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams,
And the most enjoyed holidays after them.

Gone are the days
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost, We laughed, we cried,
we fought, we thought.

Gone are the days
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more.

Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and
Ever and ever and Ever.

Value For Money

"Money," wrote Ayn Rand, cult author and controversial propounder of objectivist philosophy, "is a tool of exchange, which can't exist unless there are goods produced and men able to produce them. Money is the material shape of the principle that men who wish to deal with one another must deal by trade and give value for value."

The catchphrase is 'value for value'. And, maybe, trust in a promise made on a piece of paper. In this sense, money or trade recognizes the belief that nothing in the world is free. Whatever we wish to have, has to be earned. So, if A wants what B owns, or is in a position to give, then A has to give B something of equal worth. Rand believed that only those who did not want to trade would condemn money. Who wanted for free what others had created with their effort and capability.

"Money has served as a medium of exchange after trying a variety of other items, which were found lacking," explains N.K. Somani, CMD of Shree Vindhya Paper Mills, Mumbai. "Every person needs products and services in life. Money plays the role of a recognized value for the exchange of commodities and services. If there was no commonly-accepted unit for these transactions, there would be anarchy in the world."

MoneyRand went a step further in recognizing money as the means of sustenance. "Money is the source of survival," she wrote in Atlas Shrugged. "The verdict you pronounce upon the source of your livelihood is the verdict you pronounce upon your life." Perhaps it is worthwhile to wonder why money still draws so much flak. Why is it that most people hesitate to proclaim that they actually like money? What's the taboo all about? When did a simple tool for exchange metamorphose into an ambivalent entity that is at once a source of shame and exultation?

"The man who damns money has obtained it dishonorably; the man who respects it has earned it," proclaims Ayn Rand boldly.

Value For Money

"Money," wrote Ayn Rand, cult author and controversial propounder of objectivist philosophy, "is a tool of exchange, which can't exist unless there are goods produced and men able to produce them. Money is the material shape of the principle that men who wish to deal with one another must deal by trade and give value for value."

The catchphrase is 'value for value'. And, maybe, trust in a promise made on a piece of paper. In this sense, money or trade recognizes the belief that nothing in the world is free. Whatever we wish to have, has to be earned. So, if A wants what B owns, or is in a position to give, then A has to give B something of equal worth. Rand believed that only those who did not want to trade would condemn money. Who wanted for free what others had created with their effort and capability.

"Money has served as a medium of exchange after trying a variety of other items, which were found lacking," explains N.K. Somani, CMD of Shree Vindhya Paper Mills, Mumbai. "Every person needs products and services in life. Money plays the role of a recognized value for the exchange of commodities and services. If there was no commonly-accepted unit for these transactions, there would be anarchy in the world."

MoneyRand went a step further in recognizing money as the means of sustenance. "Money is the source of survival," she wrote in Atlas Shrugged. "The verdict you pronounce upon the source of your livelihood is the verdict you pronounce upon your life." Perhaps it is worthwhile to wonder why money still draws so much flak. Why is it that most people hesitate to proclaim that they actually like money? What's the taboo all about? When did a simple tool for exchange metamorphose into an ambivalent entity that is at once a source of shame and exultation?

"The man who damns money has obtained it dishonorably; the man who respects it has earned it," proclaims Ayn Rand boldly.

Money Prologue

Like it. Loathe it. Want it. Waste it. But you just cannot ignore it. What is with money, that rumpled piece of printed-paper in your wallet that the world bows to its power? The secret lies in your own mind!

Let's talk money! Mammon's earthly incarnation. Satan's weapon of temptation. Capitalism's rightful expression. We are talking about a piece of paper, right? A scrap created from wooden goo that wouldn't even fetch a glass of water if used for trade on the basis of its actual worth.

So what makes money tick? We love it, we condemn it. We go all out to get as much of it as we can, then we berate it for being a temptation! We live with it and realize our dreams through it, yet are the first to say 'money can't buy everything'. Why?

But then, how do you evaluate the worth of something that in itself defines worth, at least commercially? Is money a capitalist weapon for exploitation? Or the most tactile evaluation and reward of our capabilities?
Perhaps it's only fair that we begin with one of the few people who actually championed money and its philosophical and ethical worth.

We Must Never Forget The Path

People really forget the path from where they come. As and when the person's status and company changes, his behaviour is affected and it is really felt by his close friends who is with him for a long time. We don't talk properly with others, feel ashamed of talking with other people with low status than we are, and all stuffs like that. We forget to respect, we forget the manners, we forget how to treat others, we forget what others might feel when you do stuffs like this.

There need not be any surprise when we are living our lives. Materialistic and fame life is temporary and it'll just lead you no where. And when you realize this, you would have been long gone and now you cannot come back. Why cant we just be humans?? We see something attractive and our mouth starts to water. After that we are totally blind to whatever is happening or who all are there around.

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Things we forget

Hey,
People in this world, run whole of their life in search of comfort, luxury and stuffs all they see around with other people. What they dont realize is that "Grass is always greener on the other side". People dont really know what they want. Eg: At one time they would want a mobile but once they get it, they dont really realize that they are not done with what they have thought they would do after getting the mobile earlier when they were without it..

Stuffs happen. but its the experience that we hold and we must learn from it. We must understand every moment in life that happens, is for a reason. We always tell, "Shit i missed that bus". But later they realize how lucky they were not being on the bus which had met with an accident half an hour later. We often dont think about this when similar things happen and we start blaming others or God for that happened. But we dont feel sorry after know how lucky you were not be at that place..

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About the Blog

Hey readers,
This blog is not really about fun or the fantacies about life.. This is to teach you about how the world is.. how people waste their entire life chasing something and finally when they realize that it was really utter waste of time.. and when you wake up, time has already passed by and you would be dying in sometime. I've been observing people, reading books, googling about the behaviour of people, about what they lack and what they really want, what they really end up in getting...

I would really like to post ur comments to into the matter. And contribute yourself in the rising of mankind...

Thanks
Sinu