The Competition

The atmosphere in LG Park was charged with excitement. And why not? The ‘All-you-can-eat’ competition for the residents of Gandhi Nagar was a once-in-a-year event. Everyone, young and old alike, came to demonstrate their eating skills in exchange for great prizes.

It was a Sunday, so people had turned up in large numbers. 20 participants were lined up behind a table, with a large amount of delicious food stacked in a huge bowl in front of each.

It was 9 AM. Sundaram, one of the friendly guards in the locality, blew his whistle signaling the start of the contest.

The participants dug into their food.

“Come on papa…”

“Eat fast… fast…”

“Yes… do it”

The noise made by the crowd during the next few minutes might well have been heard by the entire city. And the eaters did their best to make the most of their 15 minutes of fame. The food before their eyes was so much that some started worrying if they were going to be sick. But, the will to win kept them going. Some people were also posted to stand around the participants to make sure no one cheated by throwing away food. Occasionally, someone choked. But they took some water from the glass that was placed next to the food, and got back to eating at top speed.

When all this was happening, a pair of amazed eyes – hiding behind a bush – silently looked at the goings on.

When Sundaram’s watch showed 9:15, he blew the whistle again. The crowd went silent.

The judges, Harinath and Ram – two senior residents of the locality – walked around the table and noted how much food had disappeared from each bowl. Then they discussed among themselves for a few minutes.

Soon, Harinath announced in a booming voice – ”The winner is… Peter from Akshaya Apartments.”

Peter, a young man in his 20s, jumped with joy and came forward to accept his prize of 500 Rs. The sickening effect of the amount of food he had taken was slightly beginning to show on his face. But it was easily overridden by the joy of winning.

In the next few moments, the crowd dispersed. The participants staggered out with some difficulty – thanks to the huge amount of food they had taken. Some servants stayed back to transfer the food left behind into the park’s garbage bin. Once they were done, they left the place, leaving it totally empty.

The silent eyes, that had been looking at the people all along, glanced toward the garbage bin. The face that owned the eyes came into view slowly.

It was a little boy, around 8 years. He was thin as a stick. There was no doubt that this boy hardly had one meal a day. His tattered clothes told more than was necessary about his poverty.

With hunger pinching his stomach, he walked up to the garbage bin and peered in. He put his hand into it, and greedily took out as much of the food in it as he could; luckily he found a big plastic bag in the bin on the right.

“Who’s there?” the voice of the park watchman reached his ears.

Scared, he turned around, and bolted toward the exit. He did not run just for his own safety. He ran for his family… for his starving mother and baby sister… he ran toward his home with the ‘garbage’ that was to be their only meal for the next few days.

Pre-Blog Statement – This post, I will break from my habit of writing terribly long blogs (as a result of the complaint from Suba) and write just a few words, some lines that I thought of – all copyrighted !!! 🙂 Changed the title. Sounded too self-centred.
Note: This post was started on February 7 2005, and constantly updated thereafter…

He who holds Fear, knows not to Love;
He who knows to Love, knows not Fear

Your Best Friend may not be a True Friend;
But with a True Friend you cannot have a better Friend

Love the world for what it is;
The world will love you for who you are

A lot of courage is required to do good, but even more to not say you did

The first step to knowing yourself
Is to think by yourself

In the Ladder of Success – Talent takes you to the First Step, Character takes you to the Top

Deep down in the Heart, we all know the Truth
Most of us are reluctant to accept it

Greatness does not come, from watching Great People
As the Reason they are Great, is because They are Themselves

The Deeds of a Man Is Shown
Not In the Respect He Gets In His Lifetime
But In the Tears After It

If Sins We Do Decide the Troubles That We Face
Then There is No Greater Sin than Loving Someone
Because Nothing Hurts More than Love

Forgive and Forget –
It’s easy to Forgive Someone Who Has Hurt You
But Not that Easy to Forget the Feeling of Hurt

This is My Country
Whose Glory to Know
We ask Another…

There are things worth crying for

Which we ignore

And instead cry for things that do not deserve our tears

If there ever was a waste of God’s Gifts, it is when people analyze, discuss, compare and criticize – do all but feel the purpose of God’s creations.

(watch this space for more additions…)

Pre-Blog Statement – This post, I will break from my habit of writing terribly long blogs (as a result of the complaint from Suba) and write just a few words, some lines that I thought of – all copyrighted !!! 🙂 Changed the title. Sounded too self-centred.
Note: This post was started on February 7 2005, and constantly updated thereafter…

He who holds Fear, knows not to Love;
He who knows to Love, knows not Fear

Your Best Friend may not be a True Friend;
But with a True Friend you cannot have a better Friend

Love the world for what it is;
The world will love you for who you are

A lot of courage is required to do good, but even more to not say you did

The first step to knowing yourself
Is to think by yourself

In the Ladder of Success – Talent takes you to the First Step, Character takes you to the Top

Deep down in the Heart, we all know the Truth
Most of us are reluctant to accept it

Greatness does not come, from watching Great People
As the Reason they are Great, is because They are Themselves

The Deeds of a Man Is Shown
Not In the Respect He Gets In His Lifetime
But In the Tears After It

If Sins We Do Decide the Troubles That We Face
Then There is No Greater Sin than Loving Someone
Because Nothing Hurts More than Love

Forgive and Forget –
It’s easy to Forgive Someone Who Has Hurt You
But Not that Easy to Forget the Feeling of Hurt

This is My Country
Whose Glory to Know
We ask Another…

There are things worth crying for

Which we ignore

And instead cry for things that do not deserve our tears

If there ever was a waste of God’s Gifts, it is when people analyze, discuss, compare and criticize – do all but feel the purpose of God’s creations.

(watch this space for more additions…)

The Competition

The atmosphere in LG Park was charged with excitement. And why not? The ‘All-you-can-eat’ competition for the residents of Gandhi Nagar was a once-in-a-year event. Everyone, young and old alike, came to demonstrate their eating skills in exchange for great prizes.

It was a Sunday, so people had turned up in large numbers. 20 participants were lined up behind a table, with a large amount of delicious food stacked in a huge bowl in front of each.

It was 9 AM. Sundaram, one of the friendly guards in the locality, blew his whistle signaling the start of the contest.

The participants dug into their food.

“Come on papa…”

“Eat fast… fast…”

“Yes… do it”

The noise made by the crowd during the next few minutes might well have been heard by the entire city. And the eaters did their best to make the most of their 15 minutes of fame. The food before their eyes was so much that some started worrying if they were going to be sick. But, the will to win kept them going. Some people were also posted to stand around the participants to make sure no one cheated by throwing away food. Occasionally, someone choked. But they took some water from the glass that was placed next to the food, and got back to eating at top speed.

When all this was happening, a pair of amazed eyes – hiding behind a bush – silently looked at the goings on.

When Sundaram’s watch showed 9:15, he blew the whistle again. The crowd went silent.

The judges, Harinath and Ram – two senior residents of the locality – walked around the table and noted how much food had disappeared from each bowl. Then they discussed among themselves for a few minutes.

Soon, Harinath announced in a booming voice – ”The winner is… Peter from Akshaya Apartments.”

Peter, a young man in his 20s, jumped with joy and came forward to accept his prize of 500 Rs. The sickening effect of the amount of food he had taken was slightly beginning to show on his face. But it was easily overridden by the joy of winning.

In the next few moments, the crowd dispersed. The participants staggered out with some difficulty – thanks to the huge amount of food they had taken. Some servants stayed back to transfer the food left behind into the park’s garbage bin. Once they were done, they left the place, leaving it totally empty.

The silent eyes, that had been looking at the people all along, glanced toward the garbage bin. The face that owned the eyes came into view slowly.

It was a little boy, around 8 years. He was thin as a stick. There was no doubt that this boy hardly had one meal a day. His tattered clothes told more than was necessary about his poverty.

With hunger pinching his stomach, he walked up to the garbage bin and peered in. He put his hand into it, and greedily took out as much of the food in it as he could; luckily he found a big plastic bag in the bin on the right.

“Who’s there?” the voice of the park watchman reached his ears.

Scared, he turned around, and bolted toward the exit. He did not run just for his own safety. He ran for his family… for his starving mother and baby sister… he ran toward his home with the ‘garbage’ that was to be their only meal for the next few days.

Pre-Blog Statement – This post, I will break from …

Pre-Blog Statement – This post, I will break from my habit of writing terribly long blogs (as a result of the complaint from Suba) and write just a few words, some lines that I thought of – all copyrighted !!! 🙂 Changed the title. Sounded too self-centred.
Note: This post was started on February 7 2005, and constantly updated thereafter…

He who holds Fear, knows not to Love;
He who knows to Love, knows not FearYour Best Friend may not be a True Friend;
But with a True Friend you cannot have a better Friend
Love the world for what it is;
The world will love you for who you are
A lot of courage is required to do good, but even more to not say you did

The first step to knowing yourself
Is to think by yourself

In the Ladder of Success – Talent takes you to the First Step, Character takes you to the Top

Deep down in the Heart, we all know the Truth
Most of us are reluctant to accept it

Greatness does not come, from watching Great People
As the Reason they are Great, is because They are Themselves

The Deeds of a Man Is Shown
Not In the Respect He Gets In His Lifetime
But In the Tears After It

If Sins We Do Decide the Troubles That We Face
Then There is No Greater Sin than Loving Someone
Because Nothing Hurts More than Love
Forgive and Forget –
It’s easy to Forgive Someone Who Has Hurt You
But Not that Easy to Forget the Feeling of Hurt

This is My Country
Whose Glory to Know
We ask Another…
There are things worth crying forWhich we ignore

And instead cry for things that do not deserve our tears

If there ever was a waste of God’s Gifts, it is when people analyze, discuss, compare and criticize – do all but feel the purpose of God’s creations.(watch this space for more additions…)

Memories

It has the power…

…To make one happy
When one is not

…To kill the happiness
Of a person’s soul

…To learn the meaning of life
When the heart guides

…To doubt the purpose of life
When it is all wrong

…To keep us going
Knowing our goal

…To stop us in our tracks
The moment we think of it

…To help us love
And be grateful

…To make us hate
With bad opinions

…To help us live
With Hope

…To drive us to death
Showing the darkness of the past

Memories is the single force that keeps the world going all around us.

If it was not for a past, nobody in this world would be looking toward a brighter and better future with hope. And without hope there would be no love, friendship, purpose.

Never hate your memories. God gave them for a reason. The good ones are to cherish. The bad ones are to learn.

No memory in your life, good or bad, is worth forgetting. It is all part of the beautiful path in which you walk. Turn around and you will see your footprints. Some will be strong, some will be weak. The weak prints do not mean that you did not walk properly. They mean that you walked, made an impression and moved on, no matter how hard it may have been. When a bad memory comes by, know that you have lived through it and nothing can stop you from looking forward a better future.

Wishing you many happy memories!!! And some bad ones sprinkled on the way 🙂 – to make you stronger.

Dreams – II

I look up at the Sky…
The blue beauty
Painted by Nature
How high it seems to be

I stretch out my hands
And try to touch it
Wish I could fly
How high it seems to be

Strange is the force of Nature
That shows me the beautiful Sky
But stops me from reaching it
How high it seems to be

I can see the Sky
I can feel its beauty
I know this is
The way it is meant to be

But I cannot reach it
As the silent Earth
Sleeps beneath my feet
How peaceful it seems to be

Then my heart asks me –
What right do I have…
To think of the Sky?
When the Earth that has borne me
Needs me to be here

Maybe one day
I will touch the sky – I do not know
But now, sleeps beneath my feet
The patient Earth
That needs me to be here

Memories

It has the power…

…To make one happy
When one is not

…To kill the happiness
Of a person’s soul

…To learn the meaning of life
When the heart guides

…To doubt the purpose of life
When it is all wrong

…To keep us going
Knowing our goal

…To stop us in our tracks
The moment we think of it

…To help us love
And be grateful

…To make us hate
With bad opinions

…To help us live
With Hope

…To drive us to death
Showing the darkness of the past

Memories is the single force that keeps the world going all around us.

If it was not for a past, nobody in this world would be looking toward a brighter and better future with hope. And without hope there would be no love, friendship, purpose.

Never hate your memories. God gave them for a reason. The good ones are to cherish. The bad ones are to learn.

No memory in your life, good or bad, is worth forgetting. It is all part of the beautiful path in which you walk. Turn around and you will see your footprints. Some will be strong, some will be weak. The weak prints do not mean that you did not walk properly. They mean that you walked, made an impression and moved on, no matter how hard it may have been. When a bad memory comes by, know that you have lived through it and nothing can stop you from looking forward a better future.

Wishing you many happy memories!!! And some bad ones sprinkled on the way 🙂 – to make you stronger.

Dreams – II

I look up at the Sky…
The blue beauty
Painted by Nature
How high it seems to be

I stretch out my hands
And try to touch it
Wish I could fly
How high it seems to be

Strange is the force of Nature
That shows me the beautiful Sky
But stops me from reaching it
How high it seems to be

I can see the Sky
I can feel its beauty
I know this is
The way it is meant to be

But I cannot reach it
As the silent Earth
Sleeps beneath my feet
How peaceful it seems to be

Then my heart asks me –
What right do I have…
To think of the Sky?
When the Earth that has borne me
Needs me to be here

Maybe one day
I will touch the sky – I do not know
But now, sleeps beneath my feet
The patient Earth
That needs me to be here

Separation

Pre-Blog Statement: My first attempt at the mini-story format. I love reading them, and now here is my work.

How I had cared for him, all these days.

I gave all his wishes priority over my own. Guarded his interests as dearly as I guarded my own life.

But now, he is gone. All because someone better came along. She took him away from me. And he went with her, without a sound.

He left behind an empty, broken heart. How I wish he would come back.

When we were together, everything – rain and shine, flowers and trees, day and night – seemed like a beautiful work of nature.

But now I am alone, and the world outside seems so strange… so lonely. The rain and the flowers are not beautiful anymore. I know it is my heart that makes me feel so, but does he know how I feel?

It will be long before I forget him. Oh! How I miss my sweet, sweet Alsatian!!