Herez My Message to the Men in Power Blue :

Be a team person and a leader I want in each one of you...........Full of that dash and drive that makes the opponent shivers……………Have that fire ….that zeal in you………..search for it inside you and search until you find it………..Project on the dynamism…...believe that you have the potential…… and also gain the skill to play the game………

………….Believe in the game…..Breathe in cricket….sleep in cricket…wake up in cricket………..eat in cricket…..drink in cricket……make it your passion……….live in that frenzy……Have that inner strength in you that you only have incorporated……Be vivacious, lively and full of that vital stuff that the opponents find in a match winner……. Or a series winner……Have it and show it in your eyes…….Make the rivals feel that he is going to loose…. Make him feel nervous instead of you going through the damp lane……….

………..Devote in the game all your valuable things in life – Dreams, time, love, luck, passion and hard work…..You are the ones in which the country has found faith and are ready to send you as representatives of their motherland……Enlighten your spirits and believe that you are going to win…

Begin the game with full zest, zing and zip….Feel that hunger in your belly…hunger to knockdown the oppugnants,hunger to win each and every shot…..Nothing will satisfy except a clean win over your attackers………..and win the FINALS………….”FEEL IT IN THE AIR, ON THE GRASS, ON THE MUD, IN THE SWEAT THAT’S RUNNING DOWN YOUR EARS THAT BALL BY BALL, SHOT BY SHOT , I AM  COMING CLOSER TO MY WIN”….Feel it like this and  you have already won the match and the series……..

………….Give every shot your best shot, no matter you are battling, bowling or fielding or even wicketkeeping ………..

Show your ferociousness, show your earnestness to win……….The elbow grease , the sweat running down  behing your ears, the pain in your muscles ……..dont misunderstand them as signs of tiredness but actually these are seeds of heroism and ferociousness……smile if you feel pain in your limbs and if sweat is running like tap water through your ears smile because you have tried and did your best….. and the only thing that can happen in such ciecumstances is your win  and nothing else…..Dont give any other option to God to make that happen…….

Feel it ……….feel it …….feel it……. in yourself….the challenges that lie ahead…….If you feel like a HERO for one day…..there are very good possibilies and I am also sure that you can become the next Sir Don Bradman  or Sunil Gavaskar or Sir Gary Sobers……

KNOW WHAT IS FIGHTING AND STRUGGLING, KNOW NOT WHAT IS …………FAILURE……….

I PRAY TO GOD , MAY THE BEST TEAM WINS AND MAKE INDIA DO ITS BEST IN THE COMING WORLD CUP…….A JAFFA IS ALSO EXPECTED………………

What else does one expect from our team....please comment and I will add it in the blog with your name......Below : 

Mathew Antony : They should make them read Gagan's post.

Sanjay Oswal : if only they put half the efforts than what u have put in this blog, they will win the cup.

Anonymous Hamsafar : Follow the instructions and the cup is ours..

Aloke Ghoshal : Mix Stalin's speech (my earlier post) with 22 yards(current post) and a good recipe (delicacies, my earlier post) for a speech to boost up the team.

Amiya Lahiri : I wish gagan could accompany the team to brighten their spirits.....

Aravind Das : Bring the Cup......

Kanchan M : give away proudness as it eats away all u have achieved ...........Best of Luck to the Men In Blue....

L Kini : Make Indians proud about Cricket One More Time.

Keya Ji : Men in Blue, Make it true again...what happened in 1983...

Bulbultuk Bulbultuk : Hey India I am already visualising our captain RAHUL DRAVID...humbly receiving the WORLD CUP .....so let this come true and blue...bulbul salutes MY INDIA....

Shashikumar Ravichandra : We are all proud to be Indians , Cricket is our religion...! We want you guys to repeat 1983 and in the last world cup you guys have done a tremendous job by reaching the final...! Atleast that''s the efforts we are expecting from you this time as well and the rest is left to the luck to decide...! Cheers to Men in Blue :-)

Prudent Indian : May the best team win. I am willing to put the last buck in my "wallet" on Dada, Saurav. He will be the biggest hero. 

Thanks for reading……….(Those who are really crazy about cricket...express your passion and fantasies relating to the game here and I would add that in the blog and that would be read by everyone....Thanks a ton for those who have given their opinions here.......... )  

Gagandeep…….!!!!

Recently I read too many poems on other;s blogs and tried of writing one of my own and posting here. But I already knew How bad I am at writing poems therefore thought of downloading one from the net and put that here which can bring that old magic once again....And then I read so mnay on net..."Daffodils" did that same magic onve again..."Oh captain my captain" was the best that I liked...."On his blindness", "the brook "had a speciality in the way they were written...The pretty damsels angels and princesses were my fantasies once...I just wondered from where Robert Frost, John ekats and William Wordsworth used  to get ideas and write those wonderful lines...Please find here some verses from some of the chosen ones.......

Daffodils by William Wordsworth :
.....continous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way.....
They strech in never ending line 
Along the margin of a bay.

Oh Captain My Captain by  Walt Whitman:
.......But O heart! heart! heart! 
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my captain lies
Fallen and dead.....

On his blindness by John Milton:
............But patience to prevent that murmur,soon replies "God doth not need either man's work or his own gifts:who best bear his mild yoke, they serve him best.....

If by Rudyard Kipling :
.......If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is the earth and everything thats in it,
And which is more---you 'll be a man my son.

La Belle Dame Sana Mercy  by John Keats:
......I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan......


I hope you liked them . would  you like to share any one of your fav with me. My choice of poem which I wanted to share is this -

The Highwayman......................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 - By Alfred Noyes ;

The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding--
Riding--riding--
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door.

He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, and a bunch of lace at his chin;
He'd a coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of fine doe-skin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to his thigh!
And he rode with a jeweled twinkle--
His rapier hilt a-twinkle--
His pistol butts a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky. 
  

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred,
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter--
Bess, the landlord's daughter--
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. 


Dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim, the ostler listened--his face was white and peaked--
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter--
The landlord's black-eyed daughter;
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say:

"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light.


Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

He stood upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the sweet black waves of perfume came tumbling o'er his breast,
Then he kissed its waves in the moonlight
(O sweet black waves in the moonlight!),
And he tugged at his reins in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon.


And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon over the purple moor,
The redcoat troops came marching--
Marching--marching--
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door. 
 

They said no word to the landlord; they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed.
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets by their side;
There was Death at every window,
And Hell at one dark window,
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.

They had bound her up at attention, with many a sniggering jest!
They had tied a rifle beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say,
"Look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though Hell should bar the way." 
 

She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!

The tip of one finger touched it, she strove no more for the rest;
Up, she stood up at attention, with the barrel beneath her breast.


She would not risk their hearing, she would not strive again,
For the road lay bare in the moonlight,
Blank and bare in the moonlight,
And the blood in her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love's refrain.


Tlot tlot, tlot tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hooves, ringing clear;
Tlot tlot, tlot tlot, in the distance! Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding--
Riding--riding--
The redcoats looked to their priming! She stood up straight and still.

Tlot tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment, she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight--
Her musket shattered the moonlight--
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him--with her death. 


He turned, he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the casement, drenched in her own red blood!
Not till the dawn did he hear it, and his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!

Blood-red were his spurs in the golden noon, wine-red was his velvet coat
When they shot him down in the highway,
Down like a dog in the highway,
And he lay in his blood in the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.

And still on a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor,
The highwayman comes riding--
Riding--riding--
The highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred,
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter--
Bess, the landlord's daughter--
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. 

Thanks for reading ;
Gagan

Mothers:

I have a very sweet, lovely, warm mother whom I love a lot. There are many in this world who have mothers but they do not know their worth. But I have realized it long back.And I really want to thank God to give me one. Let me try to write this blog on my mother or rather on mothers and appreciate them to be as they are.

A mother’s love is somethong no one can explain. But let me try… It is made of deep devotion of sacrifice and pain..It is made up of that endless, unselfish and enduring love that nothing can take way no matter what may come in the way. .It is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking. And it always tries and tries to keep her child safe, never fails or falters even though the heart is breaking…It believes beyond believing when the world beyond condemns .. And it glows with all the beauty of the rarest brightest gems..

From seeds she watered us..when we sprouted she helped us grow with the warmth of her radiant love.. Along the way she trimmed us to keep us safe from harm.. When wind or rain made us grow out of our pods you re planted us where you gave us hope and showed us faith that we may be able to do for others as you did for us…..

Some motherly facts:

When you came into the world, she held you in her arms.

 You thanked her by wailing like a banshee.

 When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.

 You thanked her by crying all night long.

 When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.

 You thanked her by running away when she called.

 When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.

 You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.

 When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.

 You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.

 When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.

 You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.

 When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school.

 You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING!"

 When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.

 You thanked her by throwing it through the

 next-door-neighbor's window.

 When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream.

 You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.

 When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons.

 You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.

 When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from

 soccer to gymnastics to one birthday party after another.

 You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

 When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies.

 You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.

 When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.

 You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.

 Those teenage years

 When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.

 You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.

 When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.

 You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.

 When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug.

 You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.

 When you were 16, she taught you how to driver her car.

 You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.

 When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.

 You thanked her by being on the phone all night.

 When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation.

 You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.

 Growing old and gray

 When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition,

 drove you to campus, carried your bags.

 You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't  be embarrassed in front of your friends.

 When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.

 You thanked her by saying, "It's none of your business."

 When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future.

 You thanked her by saying, "I don't want to be like you."

 When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation.

 You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.

 When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment.

 You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.

 When you were 24, she met your fiance and asked about your plans for the future.

 You thanked her by glaring and growling, "Muuhh-ther, please!"

 When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told  you how deeply she loved you.

 You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.

 When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby.

 You thanked her by telling her, "Things are different now."

 When you were 40, she called to remind you of an relative's birthday.

 You thanked her by saying you were "really busy right now."

 When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.

 You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

 And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder.

 "Rock me baby, rock me all night long."

 "The hand who rocks the cradle...may rock the world".

 Let us take a moment of the time just to pay tribute/show appreciation to  the person called MOM though some may not say it openly to their mother.

 There's no substitute for her. Cherished every single moment.

 Though at times she may not be the best of friends, may not agree to our  thoughts, she is still your mother!!!

 She will be there for you...to listen to your woes, your braggings, your  frustations, etc.

 Ask yourself.....have you put aside enough time for her, to listen to her  "blues" of working in the kitchen, her tiredness???

 Be tactful, loving and still show her due respect though you may have a different view from hers.

 Once gone, only fond memories of the past and also regrets will be left.

 So..! What is actually mother’s love?

It is far beyond defining..It dfies all explanation.It still remains a secret..like the mysteries of creation..A many splendouredmiracle man cannot understand..and another wondrous evidence of god’s tender guiding hand. 

Thanks for reading...

Gagan...! 

Latest Fashion Statements :

No matter it is Ritu kumar, Ritu Beri, Sabyasachi, Suneet Verma, JJ Valaya or Jaspreetwhat they all have in common is ………………NOTHING!!!!!

They are famous for their own particular style.They went to that destination where the common crowd  and copy cats did not rush…..that is they were different…

But what basic instinct you will find in all leading fashion designers are their particular way of projections. What do your clothes project or show or what personality do they carry??? After seeing a particular dress  does a little eccentricity comes in your mind? If yes -  buy it…if no – look for something else….

But what if you cannot CARRY  a particular dress? Well, that is what I want to say in this blog. You should know how to carry yourself with a particular dress or particular accessories.  Try and understand this – your gait differs with the dress you wear. With a apir of jeans you walk differently, a skirt ling  and skinny makes you reserved, slow and elegant and a salwar suit makes you more comfortable and passes a sense of warmth. And a short skirt would project a sense of fashion and trendyness (in any case).

What is your style? Whatever it is….Dont go for a different style of dressing if it does not goes with your attitude. If you are uncomfortable with short skirts but don’t agree with that – don’t wear one and go to the market in the first go. Wear it at home, try some styles of standing, walking, sitting on a chair/sofa and walking on stairs. Practice infront of the mirror and then  go out with your friends and it would be cool enough to handle the negative stuff also.

But wear what you cab CARRY. Simply wearing an expensive Ritu Beri short dress does nt make you look trendy and beautiful if the colour does not suit you or the skirt is actually very tight or the top is uncomfortably deep for you. And if not sexy -  you would the most attractive. Sexy is not always attractive…..REMEMBER..!

Therefore here are some of the latest fashion statements for you girls and to choose from among them what suits your…………attitude.

1.     A funky waist belt: It looks fantastic on top of jeans or skirt. You may find many types  of belts in the market – big, small , colourful and designer pieces. Choose what suits and flaunt yourself.

2.     Bracelet/Armlet : Not too many bangles should be there in hands today. One is more than enough. Your arm should be clean with a single big or small bracelet which should be elegant enough to suit you. An armlet also looks good and smart and trendy.

3.     Anklets: Please do take care of your feet. Keep them clean and wear tiny elegant anklets. They do not always show in public but still gives you inner confidence.

4.     A good pair of footwear:  Foot wears are my fashion statements forever. I always analyze a person’s footwear before making any kind of judgments regarding that person. A good cool pair of footwear would really make you look smart  - no matter cheap or costly but should suit the occasion.

5.     Simple hair do : A simple hair do would look the ebst for the day to day activities and friendly parties. A small pony or a plat or a simple hair cut look the best. Cloured streaks are in today but don’t damage your hair by colouring them.

At last again I would like to say that CARRY yourself confidently and comfortably . You would look better than a look alike of Aishwarya Rai if you are confident about yourself and comfortable with your clothes and your style. 

Gagan…!

Delicacies…

My favorite delicacies ---Kebabs, shredded lambs, prawns, kali mirch chicken, chicken cream pasta, fish fried, roasted veggies, paranthas, rajma , chholas……………………

But do you know how these are actually cooked ……earlier I did not but now life and circumstances have changed and I am actually doing a very different thing which I hated……………………..COOKING..!!!!!!

Before engagement in Feb. and marriage in October I actually did not know what was cooking all about? I felt nervous by the thought of cooking and cooking made my hands shiver…Simple Dal Chawal and Roti was not a problem that too provided MOM was around…I always thought of carrying m MOM’s photograph in my new home and keep it somewhere in the kitchen so that I do not forget the recipes and  also not feel jittery….I prayed to God  to save me from the embarrassing moments I will SURELY have to face after marriage…

And even now I sometimes get nervous when my in-laws say” aaj te khana Gagan banayegi”…the whole recipe evaporates from my mind …seems like all the sounds and noises of the world are just ringing or rather banging in my head.

But those days have gone. Its three months now..and I have been given an independent opportunity to run my  new born little life on my own…due to certain circumstances and that I have learnt everything very soon.

Yes, the cooking course that was one of the worst in the whole world but I actually grasped the idea of using onion and tomatoes. Then one month of full cooking responsibility at home and …………..that was it…!!!I have had my times when Dad used to say “its idiculous” but I knew how much I had done to make that dish….

A dish is tastier if it is served nicely and also with a smile – then you may not get those disheartening comments that are cooked well and also served nicely…..

Breakfasts and lunch for my hubby ready before 8:30 a.m. and dinner before 9:00 p.m. were my targets and achievements in the last month..and also jeweled with morning greets, touching feets, sweet speech and makes you more and more elegant…

And now I am proud to tell you that on that on the day we completed three months after  my wedding…my husband told me that looking at my daily routine activities and after analyzing them ….he has come up with three options – one; to increase my probation period of three months to six months, two; to promote me to the Board of Directors position and three; to discard everything because it was not at all meaningful discussing all this…..and that he was happy to announce that I have been actually promoted to the Board of Directors position….and then he asked that “do  you have a problem in that” “Well, No…I don’t if it goes on like this…Never”………

Cooking is the best way to get to a man’s heart and I have to go a long way here….

Gagan

Immortal Speeches –I

Joseph Stalin - Russian Communist Leader

(Born: 21^st December 1879

Died: 5^th March, 1953)

“Wrong Number Sweetie”

It was the day of my son's XII results and I was so tensed. I sat beside him While he logged on the website with his registration no.

" Ma" , he screamed in excitement," I scored 1191, with centum in 4 Subjects. I cant believe it. "

I kinda became numb in my excitement. My eyes became wet.

I kissed him on his forehead and smiled. My husband had gone out of Station on some business trip and my son immediately called him on his cell And told him of the news.

Soon we realized that he stood first in the state. Oh, my joy knew no bounds When Reporters and media persons soon swamped my house for interviews and Photos. I was so honored to join him in the snaps.

I wanted to call my " wrong-number- friend to tell him the news......I was so Excited.

He was someone whom I have known for more than 20 years.

I still do not remember when we became friends, but certainly cannot forget The first day he called me when I blasted him for giving me so many wrong Calls.....after that he had called up a week later asking apology, for he Had now got the right no of his friend whom he wanted to talk to .We spoke For an hour that day...even without knowing each other's names. Though he
Kept pestering me to reveal my name I never did and so he kept a Name...Sweety. I used to get so shy whenever he called me ' Sweety'. I was Doing first year of BSc. Maths then, and he was a Computer Engineering Student.

From then he used to call me very often. We almost discussed everything..By the final year of my college, we probably we were in love, but I had been Cautious. I was in a dilemma whether to tell him. But what if he was of a Different religion? Do I have the courage to talk to my parents about it?........all these questions ran through my mind.

I decided I'll not talk to him thereafter. When he called next time I told a lie to him I that I was going to Australia for my studies.

He gave me his office number and asked me to ring him up once I reach there.

I never called...... .

A couple of months later my marriage got fixed with a guy of my parent's Choice. I was not happy but I did not complain; rather accepted it as an obedient daughter. At times I felt I missed my wrong- number- friend.......

My hubby was a moody person; I have hardly spent any good time with him- but He was genuine indeed and never bothered my personal space. After 2 years we had a boy...Yet, I was not very happy with my married life...One day I Happened to browse through my diary and found I still had my old friend's
Office phone no. that he had given me. I dialed it and spoke with him.

He said he was married and got a kid too. I was happy for him though in the Bottom of the heart I felt bad that I could not marry him.

From then I used to occasionally call him on that number. I never gave him Mine as I felt that would put me in trouble...

And till today I almost shared everything with him including my relationship With my hubby.....today I was so happy and I wanted to call him.

Just then I got a call. " Your husband met with an accident and died on the spot"

I banged the phone down. I broke. I did not call my friend.....I somehow Started feeling guilty. I have never tried to talk to him properly when he was alive or moved close with him....

I felt I had been a bad wife........

A couple of years passed and one day my son brought home a Bengali girl and Said they wanted to get married. I got them married as I did not want my son to go through whatever I had to.

I decided to give my son his father's room and started clearing it. There was a phone book. I gently opened it to find, " Wrong No: Sweety -XXXX XXXX.

Thanx for reading….and would really appreciate if you tell me how did you all react to this story.

Gagan……………………….!!!!!!!!!

Inspirational thoughts for the wise and the not so wise :

Pursuit of Excellence :

If you can’t be a pine on top of the hills,

Be a scrub in the valley -  but be,

The best little scrub by the side of the rill.

Be a bush if you can’t be a tree.

We can’t all be captains,
We have got to be  crew.

There’s something for all of us here.

There is big work to do;
 And there is lesser to do.

And the task we must do is near.

If you can’t be a highway then just be a trail.

If you can’t be the sun, be a star.

It is not by the size that you win or fail –

Be the best of whatever you are.

By:

Douglas Malloch

Strong Will :

There is no chance , no destiny ,  no fate,

Can circumvent or hinder or control.

The firm resolve of a determined soul.

Gifts count for nothing ; Will alone is great;

All things give way before it, soon or late.

What obstacles can stay the mighty force..

Of the rivers seeking river in its course,

Or cause the ascending orb of day to wait ?

Each well-born soul must win what it deserves.

Let the fool prate of luck. The fortunate..

Is he, whose earnest purpose never swerves,

Whose slightest action or inaction swerves..

The one great Aim. Why, even Death stands still,

And waits hours sometimes for such a Will.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Just to be needed :

“She always seems so tied” is what friends say.

She never has a chance to get away.

Home , husband, children, duties great or small,

Keep her forever at their back and call.

But she confides with laughter in her eyes.

“Just to be needed is more sweet” says she

“Than any freedom in this world could be.”

By :

 Mary Eversley

Procrastination :

Know the true value of time.

Snatch, seize and enjoy every moment of it.

No idleness, no laziness, no procrastination;

Never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.

By :

Chesterfield

Retribution :

Nothing can work me damage except myself.

The harm that I sustain I carry about me;

And never am a real sufferer but by my own fault.

By :

St. Bernard

Revolution :

Those who make peaceful revolution impossible;

Make violent revolution inevitable.

By :

J.F. Kennedy

Self Image :

A strong positive self image is;

The best possible preparation for success in life.