Archive | April, 2015
Quote 28 Apr

Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.”

― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable lightness of Being

The great writer is right. I was writing in my notebook, have not met my teacher for almost 30 years, my school friend for almost 30 years, a dear friend for 18 years, the best assignment is 10 years  old, will never meet my father again…

Am I living in the past? No, have no expectations, these are my best memories and experiences, its a longing of ourselves we have lost..

Good night dear friends! I believe in miracles, who knows might meet some of them again 🙂

Have a lovely day!

Love, Suresh

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Every day poems..

26 Apr

My Mother, my friend :

My mother likes sweets

Needless to say for Diabetes

She rips me apart

For the television is off

I can’t help much

She works hard

Takes care of us all

My mother rips me apart

Small price for anxiety and yeah, Diabetes

We cannot do without her

She is the only one who calls..

I think about you my friend

How is your degree’s serving

Your friendly queens

The purple dress and polka dots

Did the con man give a new success tip

How’s the children?

I have none

I look upto you beauty queen

I look up inside

I  find my mother

For she is the only one who calls

She takes care of me and brother

Yeah, she rips me apart

My mother, my friend…

The work:

I work hard

Hard as a labourer

Mind as a monk

I see my brother sick

I see my mother work

I must work hard

Hard as a labourer

Mind as a monk

It is my only salvation

” The breath and work ”

Yes, the young for now

Yes work hard

Hard as a labourer

Mind as a Monk.

Those who know

Swear by me

I love them

For they hung my

Broken stellar ship and

Beautiful tatterred waters

Yes work hard

Hard as a labourer

Mind as a monk

Right beauty queen..

Did they tell you about me ..

My stellar workmanship , my compass..

The Drive:

I drive and can’t park

Side ways and most ways

I drive every day

Every traffic signal

Breaks my heart

I see poor and crippled

I search for ten rupees

To make some one’s day

The poor’s salvation

” Is to beg ? ”

Where is the mercy my sweet lord?

I drive broken

I have a picture of you

It hangs on my mobile

I watch the picture

It sweetens my drive

I do it every day

How would you remember

My beauty queen

I live the simple life

I live the simple road

Yes, don’t know to park

My friend said ” You don’t ride five gear don’t you ..”

I am no great driver

My heart and my mind is for poor

My heart and mind is for those who suffer

Right beauty queen

Did the friendly bee whisper this

Did the night owl forewarn you

Did the success hero suggest a new bible

” Read this and you will be Michael angelo ”

Right my friend

Come my way

Come on a drive

The traffic signal and cows

The heart in a heartless street

Come, Come..

Quote 20 Apr

“The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity. The fears are paper tigers. You can do anything you decide to do. You can act to change and control your life; and the procedure, the process is its own reward.”
―  Amelia Earhart

Good night friends! I remember this today and may you have a lovely day!

Love, Suresh

Saturdays something to look forward..

18 Apr

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Saturdays look forward to some favorite pastimes biking and spending time in the stadium. I cannot visit temple for another week as someone in the  family as left for heavenly abode. So went for a bike ride around 7 am and my route is pretty much set. I had a moment of horror on one of the narrow bridges. A big car came racing towards me, me just stood on my bike ( cycle) helplessly, the driver realised his mistake and smiled and waved at me. I waved him back. Thank fully the rich have heart and dignity. I enjoy simple pleasures of life very much Bike ride, running in stadium, playing football, playing badminton, reading a book. My love life is non existent. Sundays my mother keeps me busy. Week days have work and after that can only lie on bed flat like Donald Duck or listen to a song or look around curiously like a Calvin & Hobbes character.

Yes have written down in my notebook , ten situations and experiences which include people who make me happy unconditionally : my teacher, my class mate, my best ever executive, my late father, my cousin, Amazon ( best assignment), my long lost doctor friend, my few freinds and well wishers, my manager and my two uncles. I like them unconditionally and remember them in my week days. Even though end up as Donald Duck. That is because of driving. Ola Cabs you are welcome to hire me.

Saturdays make me happy, am back to my normal self, carefree and happy , No am no lout 🙂

My mother has given me a new assignment on Saturdays too, never mind..

Have a lovely day dear friends!

Love, suresh

How I wish..

17 Apr

For Suresh

Iam in a happy space and shared my experience in earlier post.I am learning everyday from young. The determination. The unquestionable talent. The exemplary commitment. I wish could have some balance in my personal life. I think must stop the struggle and wish to float. I have to do so many things, the house, the partner, the ancestral house….

I think will stop the personal struggle and float. ” When I stop struggling, I float. It is the law ” The picture says. I so wish, need some help..

I leave you with a quote of a master, Remember, Remember then..

” Remember to always acknowledge Suresh.”

― George Washington

It is entirely possible 🙂

Good night friends! Hope you have a lovely day!

Love, Suresh

The young and bright..

14 Apr

The young inspire me had shared in earlier post. The good student has always been my hero. There is a certain purity in intellect that hints on supraconsciousness. May be because they are not tested by vagaries of time. May be not. Never mind the young mind is the brave mind, the young mind is revolutionary in its scale. If it finds a focus, a compass then they can truly soar, no galaxy is short for their flight. I believe in young. I believe in force of the untainted mind. The mind with no motives but only excellence. I have always tried to give a little flight to young, little faith to young so they truly fly. I am doing my bit with young interns from India’s best management schools : IIM -A  and IIM -C. I believe its going to be a happy memory of my life, something to look forward fondly to, before then few pictures with the brave new world..

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Rajat and me. Rajat has a heart in start ups, comic software and he is prone to say ” You do not understand the plight of a fat man” while having coke,  he is just wonderful and bright..

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Rajat, me and Namrata. Namrata is fantastically logical and is a daughter, every parent would be proud of, brilliant and into sports.

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One more with bright duo..

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Rahul, me and Namrata. Rahul likes movies and sleeping and that when he is not brilliant..

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One more with talented duo..

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All right, Namrata is from IIM -C and Rahul from IIM -A..

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Rajat is from IIM -C and so is Namrata

I have learnt from them it is not just talent or IQ which is important, but also exemplary commitment and team spirit..

Yes they are the best and will shine as bright stars in time to come, ofcourse as always me would look back fondly..

Yes,  The brainstorming  have been special

If I give them a little flight, little faith, little belief, they will be unstoppable and me would have done my bit..

Happy times 🙂

Goodnight friends! Hope you too give little flight to the young..

Love, Suresh

Happy memories

11 Apr

Teachers : Leonard Cohen

I met a woman long ago
her hair the black that black can go,
Are you a teacher of the heart?
Soft she answered no.

I met a girl across the sea,
her hair the gold that gold can be,
Are you a teacher of the heart?
Yes, but not for thee.

I met a man who lost his mind
in some lost place I had to find,
follow me the wise man said,
but he walked behind.

I walked into a hospital
where none was sick and none was well,
when at night the nurses left
I could not walk at all.

Morning came and then came noon,
dinner time a scalpel blade
lay beside my silver spoon.

Some girls wander by mistake
into the mess that scalpels make.
Are you the teachers of my heart?
We teach old hearts to break.

One morning I woke up alone,
the hospital and the nurses gone.
Have I carved enough my Lord?
Child, you are a bone.

I ate and ate and ate,
no I did not miss a plate, well
How much do these suppers cost?
We’ll take it out in hate.

I spent my hatred everyplace,
on every work on every face,
someone gave me wishes
and I wished for an embrace.

Several girls embraced me, then
I was embraced by men,
Is my passion perfect?
No, do it once again.

I was handsome I was strong,
I knew the words of every song.
Did my singing please you?
No, the words you sang were wrong.

Who is it whom I address,
who takes down what I confess?
Are you the teachers of my heart?
We teach old hearts to rest.

Oh teachers are my lessons done?
I cannot do another one.
They laughed and laughed and said, Well child,
are your lessons done?
are your lessons done?
are your lessons done?

– Leonard Cohen, Teachers, Songs of Leonard Cohen 1967

I have some  happy memories. They make me happy for no reason. Some people whom love unconditionally for no reason. They make very happy for no reason. My father, My teacher, long lost friend, my cousin brother, my work and my school. Perhaps my greatest ambition was to be a student. I had no other longing or ambition. I am doing my  bit with three management interns from IIM -A  and IIM-C. Iam  delighted. So a picture from my school, school mate had posted it on social media..

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This is a school pictue. That is my dear teacher in between. I love all teachers and my class teacher in this picture is the most beloved teacher of my life. I studied in this school for only two years. But the teacher is the most beloved teacher of all time. My class mate had told me meeting our teachers again would be heaven. I couldn’t agree more. Where did my class mate vanish ? For my class mate is beloved memory too. Did she get lost in debris of motivated feedback? Who has met me? Never mind. This is 1984 and look like hell, fourth from back row, counted from right. Never mind. I  miss my dear departed friend Milind, extreme left last row. Life comes with no guarantees. I miss him. He had cried one day for me. I miss him.

This is a happy memory,  my beloved teacher, my class mates, all whom loved, still do..

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This is a happy memory with my cousin. Iam inspired by him as always. I always looked upto young and loved the old. Strangely, may be my biggest longing was to be a student. My cousin is one of the finest students have met in my life. He has a heart of gold. I think my professional goals are okay, hope to achieve my longing of being student…

I have other happy memories in work, people whom am inspired by, my caring two friends who have been incredibly generous and kind and my dear father.

As for those who say, and say, and say, can I know what and who ?

Forget the naysayers, this is my most happy memories, 1984 School, my teacher and my recent trip with my cousin..

Thank god for small mercies, have memories to plug for happiness, incredible happiness..:)

Stay happy and may your heart have seeds of love as the great Khalil Gibran wrote in a poem, always..

Love, Suresh