paradox of time! When we set deadlines ?

Off late have been wondering , what has time to do with us, well infact we are becoming so mechanical that each aspect of our life is either controlled by techincal gadgets or a deadline. Do we relate as humans and do put a deadline to each task, have we consolidated our life within miuntes and seconds of a clock which goes tick tac on the wall or goes off as a snooze on our alarm bells or our microwave oven... as I was thinking, thought to put few of my thoughts which I feel are really important to help us understand that it's we who set limits to ourselves. We can live as a  free  human being only and only if we STOP PUTTING DEADLINES!!!

 The paradox of our time in history is that
we have taller buildings but shorter tempers,
wider freeways but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more but have less,
we buy more but enjoy less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families,
more conveniences but less time.
We have more degrees but less common sense,
more knowledge but less judgement,
more experts yet more problems,
more medicines but less wellness.

We laugh too little, drive too fast,
get too angry, stay up too late,
get up too tired, watch TV too much,
and pray too seldom.

We have multilpied our possessions but reduced our values,
we love too seldom and hate too often.
we've learned how to make a living but not a life,
we've added years to life but not life to years.
We've learned to rush but not to wait,
we build more computers to hold more information,
to produce more copies but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast food and slow digestion,
steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce,
fancier houses but broken homes.

It is a time when technology can bring this letter to you,
and a time when you can choose to share this insight or just ignore it.
Remember:
Spend some time with your loved ones.
Say a kind word to someone who looks upto you.
Give time to love, time to speak,
time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take
but by the moments that take our breath away.

-----------adapted from the work of George Carlin.

15 mins workout a day keeps the Doc away

This study recently been published in the lancet, British Medical Journal, On Tuesday!!
15 min of workout is short cut to good health.
Do we really need to find time for a simple workout, Time shouldn't limit us from achieving the best when it comes to health benefits. HiT THAT GYM or a simple regime of walking a dog, all works best as long as we do them regularly.
Rain, snow, storm, weather as well shouldn't limit one from exercising, we can modify the whole schedule of exercise in the premises of our residence... so guys get on ,get into the most comfortable spirit coz that's the most important attitude u can wear when it comes to exercise Daily!!

story of joy who is a real fighter and an angel of life !

Personally speaking I know Joy from the days spent in a small town in Cirencester situated among the green pastures of the Gloucestershire county... yes it was once a Roman Capital and was famous for the beautiful town centre which was ancient and also coz the queen and the royal family had quite a bit of connection to the city as they spent there weekends not realy far away from cirencester.
This was the town which was a holiday spot during the weekends for most of the londoner's retiring away from the hustle and bustle of upstream typical busy city life.

My memories goes back to the day when I met Joy's mum, she was one of the collegues in the centre where I was working for the cause - making life simple for the not so able people. Yes I was helping people get on to their wheeled scooties , help them get around their homes in a more dignified and independant manner, Joy came to me as a total surprise, she was one among the many not so able young girls who were fighting with life in a more so beautifull fashion. She was disabled due to spina bifida by birth and was a young girl who had the same dream and aspirations anyone of her age would have had. Cheers to her mum who was a superstar in herself!! She made her daughter ! what she deserved to be today!! Joy never did allow her disability to let her undermine herself nor did she loose grabbing the most precious moments in life, she still has a heart which skips a beat and she is so fond of books and baking that she can give any one with a sweet tooth a run for her money, above all she is  a beautiful, independant woman of today's generation who knows what she really wants in life...

The reason I just loved to put my thoughts around joy today has been --- particularly seeing so many of us hunting for most of the materialistic goals of life that we have infact forgotten that life gives us plenty of oppurtunities to discover the realy beauty of life which lies in the simplest treasures of life, but we do miss to notice them...

Joy--- will alwys deserve a standing orration from my end, coz she is the one who has taught me the true meaning of life... life is not about the amount of Channel perfumes and the BMW'S OR THE SMARTPHONES I have in my possessions, its all about the amount of time, compassion and the enthusiasm we have to enjoy the small pleasures of life- like simply going on for a unplanned picnic down your own discovered garden, or a walk by a river... life is not big when we live it extravagantly but is big when we turn those each moments in to the most treasreable moments in our life time...

Live life thats the motto !! coz in the rat race we run all the races except the one which gets closer to ourselves!!

Kindness-The best food to your soul!! what goes around comes around!

A Story With Moral – Worth Reading -



Kindness



One day a woman was walking down the street when she spied a beggar sitting on the corner. The man was elderly, unshaven, and ragged. As he sat there, pedestrians walked by him giving him dirty looks they clearly wanted nothing to do with him because of who he was — a dirty, homeless man. However, when she saw him, the woman was moved to compassion.



It was very cold that day and the man had his tattered coat — more like an old suit coat rather than a warm coat — wrapped around him. She stopped and looked down. “Sir?” She asked. “Are you all right?”



The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like that she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, as so many others had done before. “Leave me alone,” he growled.



To his amazement, the woman continued standing. She was smiling - her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. “Are you hungry?” She asked.



“No,” he answered sarcastically. “I’ve just come from dining with the president. Now go away.”



The woman’s smile became even broader. Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm. “What are you doing, lady?” The man asked angrily. “I said to leave me alone.”



Just then, a police officer came up. “Is there any problem, ma’am?” He asked.



“No problem here, officer,” the woman answered. “I’m just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?”



The officer scratched his head. “That’s old jack. He has been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?”



“See that cafeteria over there?” She asked. “I am going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile.”



“Are you crazy, lady?” The homeless man resisted. “I do not want to go in there!” Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up. “Let me go, officer. I did not do anything.”



“This is a good deal for you, jack,” the officer answered. “Do not blow it.”



Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived. The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by the table. “What is going on here, officer?” He asked. “What is all this. Is this man in trouble?”



“This lady brought this man in here to be fed,” the police officer answered.



“Not in here!” The manager replied angrily. “Having a person like that here is bad for business.”



Old jack smiled a toothless grin. “See, lady. I told you so. Now if you will let me go. I did not want to come here in the first place.”



The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. “Sir, are you familiar with eddy and associates, the banking firm down the street?”



“Of course i am,” the manager answered impatiently. “They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms.”



“And do you make a good profit from providing food at the weekly meetings?”



“What business is that of yours?”



“I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the Company.”



“Oh.”



The woman smiled again. “I thought that might make a difference.” She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. “Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?”



“No thanks, ma’am,” the officer replied. “I am on duty.”



“Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?”



“Yes, ma’am. That would be very nice.”



The cafeteria manager turned on his heel. “I will get your coffee for you right away, officer.”



The officer watched him walk away. “You certainly put him in his place,” he said.



“That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this.” She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently. “Jack, do you remember me?”



Old jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes “I think so; I mean you do look familiar.”



“I am a little older perhaps,” she said. “Maybe I have even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry.”



“Ma’am?” The officer said questioningly. He could not believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.



“I was just out of college,” the woman began. “I had come to the city looking for a job, but I could not find anything. Finally, I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that i could get something to eat.”



Jack lit up with a smile. “Now I remember,” he said. “I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy.”



“I know,” the woman continued. “Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble. Then, when I looked over, I saw you put the price of my food in the cash register. I knew then that everything would be all right.”



“So you started your own business?” Old jack said.



“I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually, I started my own business that, with the help of god, prospered.”



She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. “When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons. He is the Personnel Director of my Company. I will go talk to him now and I am certain he will find something for you to do around the office.” She smiled. “I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet and if you ever need anything, my door is always opened to you.”



There were tears in the old man’s eyes. “How can I ever thank you,” he said.



“Do not thank me,” the woman answered. “To God goes the glory. Thank God. He led me to you.”



Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways. “Thank you for all your help, officer,” she said.



“On the contrary, Ms. Eddy,” he answered. “Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And thank you for the coffee.”



She frowned. “I forgot to ask you whether you used cream or sugar. That is black.”



The officer looked at the steaming cup of coffee in his hand. “Yes, I do take cream and sugar — perhaps more sugar than is good for me.” He patted his ample stomach.



“I am sorry,” she said.



“I do not need it now,” he replied smiling. “I have got the feeling that this coffee you bought me is going to taste as sweet as sugar.”