If all Monday‚Äôs were this good

The three idiots embarked on a quick food tour around I’ngr – a lovely upscale part of town with pretty lanes and pricey restaurants. Tried an ice cream that ended up flooding the brain with flavours experienced in my childhood. Ripe guavas with chilli powder sprinkled on top.

In other news, ‘The Post’ is absolutely brilliant. But I didn’t like Tom Hanks portrayal of Ben Bradley. Maybe because Jason Robards portrayal of the brilliant journalist in “All the Presidents Men” is a benchmark that’s tough to be beat and is kinda etched in my brain.

I’m completely caught up with the antics of Lucifer Morningstar!! Scooby introduced this show to me on Saturday and I’ve ended up binge watching the entire first season over the weekend. I scare easily, and not to mention have no stomach for this genre. Have been enduring uneasy night’s sleep as a result. ūü§¶ūüŹĽ‚Äć‚ôÄÔłŹ


“Live Your Life”

Р   by Chief Tecumseh

“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.

When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.‚ÄĚ

Gratitude unfolded

This is a true story that had happened in 1892 at Stanford University. Its moral will always be relevant.
A young, 18-year-old student was struggling to pay his fees. He was an orphan, and not know­ing where to turn for money, he came up with a bright idea. A friend and he decided to host a musical concert on campus to raise money for their education. They reached out to the great pianist Ignacy J. Paderewski. His manager demanded a guaranteed fee of $2000 for the piano recital. A deal was struck.

And the boys began to work to make the concert a success. The big day arrived. Paderewski performed at Stanford. But unfortunately, they had not managed to sell enough tickets. The total col­lection was only $1600.

Disappointed, they went to Paderewski and explained their plight. They gave him the entire $1600, plus a cheque for the balance $400. They promised to honor the cheque soonest possible.

“No.” said Paderewski. “This is not acceptable.” He tore up the cheque, returned the $1600 and told the two boys “Here’s the $1600. Please deduct whatever expenses you have incurred. Keep the money you need for your fees. And just give me whatever is left”. The boys were surprised, and thanked him profusely.

It was a small act of kindness. But it clearly marked out Paderewski as a great human being. Why should he help two people he did not even know?

We all come across situations like these in our lives. And most of us only think “If I help them, what would hap¬≠pen to me?” The truly great people think, “If I don’t help them, what will happen to them? They don’t do it expecting something in return. They do it because they feel it’s the right thing to do. Paderewski later went on to become the Prime Minister of Poland.

He was a great leader, but unfortunately when the World War began, Poland was ravaged. There were over 1.5 mil­lion people starving in his country, and no money to feed them. Paderewski did not know where to turn for help. He reached out to the US Food and Relief Administration for help.  The Head there was a man called Herbert Hoover Рwho later went on to become the US President. Hoover agreed to help and quickly shipped tons of food grains to feed the starving Polish people.

A calamity was averted. Paderewski was relieved. He decided to go across to meet Hoover and person¬≠ally thank him. When Paderewski began to thank Hoover for his noble gesture, Hoover quickly interjected and said, “You shouldn’t be thanking me Mr. Prime Minister. You may not remember this, but several years ago, you helped two young students go through college in the US. I was one of them.”

To be a Mermaid or a Whale??

In a large French city, a poster featuring a young, thin and tanned woman appeared in the window of a gym. It said:


A middle aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym.

To  Whom It May Concern:

Whales are always surrounded by friends¬†(dolphins, sea lions, curious¬†humans).¬†They have an active sex life, they get pregnant and have ¬†adorable¬†baby whales. They¬†have a wonderful time with dolphins –¬†stuffing themselves¬†with shrimp and¬†other delicacies of the sea.¬†They play and swim in the oceans, seeing¬†exotic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea and ¬†the coral reefs of¬† Polynesia. Whales are¬†excellent¬†singers ¬†and have even recorded CDs.¬†They are incredible creatures¬†and virtually¬†have no predators other than humans.¬†They are loved,¬†protected and admired by almost everyone in the world.

Mermaids don’t exist. If they did exist, they would be lining up outside¬†the offices of¬†psychoanalysts due to an¬†identity crisis. Fish or¬†human? Human or¬†fish?¬†They don’t have a sex life, because they kill men they lure¬†close to them. Therefore, they don’t have¬†kids.¬†They are purported to be¬†exceedingly¬†vain¬†and¬†capricious.¬†Not only that,¬†who wants to¬†be near¬†a ¬†girl who¬†smells like a¬†fish store?

The choice is perfectly clear to me; I want to be a  whale.

P.S.¬†¬†We are in an age¬†when media puts into our heads the idea that only skinny¬†people are¬†beautiful, but I prefer to enjoy an ice cream with my kids, a¬†good dinner with¬†a man who still makes me shiver and a coffee with my friends.¬†With time, we ¬†gain weight, because we accumulate so much information and¬†wisdom in our¬†heads that, when there is no more room, it distributes out to¬†the rest of our¬†bodies.¬†So, we aren’t heavy; we are enormously cultured,¬†educated and ¬†happy.¬†Beginning today, when I look at my butt in the mirror,¬†I¬†will think, “Good ¬†gosh! Look how smart I am”.


There was a time when I was struggling with my appearance and self esteem. K sent this mail unexpectedly from Australia one day and I remember how well I connected to the content. 

Musings to inspire …..

“What goes around comes around”

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to eke out a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman’s sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

“I want to repay you,” said the nobleman. “You saved my son’s life.”
“No, I can’t accept payment for what I did,” the Scottish farmer replied, waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer’s own son came to the door of the family hovel. “Is that your son?” the nobleman asked. “Yes,” the farmer replied proudly.

“I’ll make you a deal. Let me take him and give him a good education. If the lad is anything like his father, he’ll grow to a man you can be proud of.”
And that he did.

In time, Farmer Fleming’s son graduated from St. Mary’s Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the nobleman’s son was stricken with pneumonia.

What saved him? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill.
His son’s name? Sir Winston Churchill.