Gujarati

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There was once a Gujarati, owning a shop, living in USA called Navneetbhai Patel, who was involved in a car accident. At the hospital, when he awoke, he called for the nurse to tell him what had happened to him.. I'm very sorry, sir, but you were involved in a very bad car crash. "Car crash! My Mercedes! Is my car all right?" he asked hysterically."Sir, your car was destroyed, but that is the least of your worries- you lost your left arm in the crash, and we were unable to save it," she said apologetically. "I lost my arm? My Rolex Watch! My Rolex Watch!" "Sir, please calm down. That is the least of your worries. You are in very critical condition, but all your family are here to see you." He asked for his family to be called in.

As they gathered around the bed, he called for each of them by name.

"Alpa, are you here?" "I am here husband, and I will never leave you."
"Diness, are you here?" "I am here father, and I will never leave you."
Krupa are u here? "I am here father, and I will never leave you."
"Kalpess, are you here?" "I am here father, and I will never leave yuu."
"Kamless, my child, are you here?" "I am here father, and I will never leave you."
"Paress, my child, are you here?" "I am here father, and I will never leave you."
"Well" said Navneet Bhai thoughtfully, "Alpa,krupa,Diness, Kalpess, Paress and Kamless are here.....if all of you are here, THEN

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THEN WHO THE HELL IS IN THE SHOP!!!!!????"

Gone are the days........but not the memories

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Gone are the days

When the school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches.

Gone are the days
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes.

Gone are the days
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.

Gone are the days
When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals,
And returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.

Gone are the days
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds.

Gone are the days
When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table, Was awaited more
eagerly than the monsoons.

Gone are the days
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.

Gone are the days
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks.

Gone are the days
When few rushed at 5:30 to
"Conquer" window seats in our School bus.

Gone are the days
Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day,
And the one-month long preparations for them.

Gone are the days
Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams,
And the most enjoyed holidays after them.

Gone are the days
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost, We laughed, we cried,
we fought, we thought.

Gone are the days
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more.

Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and
Ever and ever and Ever.

I hope you went back to your Golden Olden days..........

For a while..........as I DID!!

Night-Outs

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One of my friend fwded this mail .. I don't know who is the author of this.. But it is nice. Even though it is big, worth reading this in your spare time.

My Night-Outs
My feet were getting numb. My arms were getting tired. But I sat there, looking at the monitor, pretending to work. What if I slept off on the keyboard? What would people around me think? Am I not competitive enough. Would another night out hurt. "No it won't." I consoled myself. "Work a little more." I told myself.

Images of links between tables and pages from what we call, ETRMs crossed my mind. "Why?" I asked myself. "Why doesn't my mind wander away to the more beautiful things in life?" "Why does it always have to be WORK!!!?"

That was it. I couldn't take it anymore. I pressed the shutdown button on the PC as if to say, "I hate you". As if in reply, it took me twice to shut it down. I kicked my locker and walked out of my cubicle. The security at the reception looked into my eyes sympathetically. I pretended like I am solving problems in my head. As if the world depended on my silly program. As if to justify the fact that the Security needs to respect me. I hated myself. I walked down the corridor towards the lift.

There I was, on the fifth floor. It was 3.30 in the morning. The terrace looked deserted. I loved the feeling. I was all alone. Just me, and the sky and the stars and the early morning breeze. I looked all around. The world looked much beautiful. Somewhere, far away, I could see lights. I presume that must have been another workplace where people like me are working away at their PCs.

I stood at the edge of the terrace. As I looked at the road that ran in front of our office, I slowly kept my palm on the wall. A chill ran down my spine. Tiny droplets of water had formed on the wall, which I touched. I wanted to feel it again. I touched it again. It was the most wonderful feeling. I wondered why I don't do these things often.

I decided to stay there till sunrise. I closed my eyes and waited. Finally, I could see a faint light in the east. Even though we hardly notice, these things do happen. Like sunrise and stuff. I saw the sun rise. As he rose I could see more and more buildings like ours. The breeze had got much stronger. It was like sitting near the window seat of a bus that was moving through some lonely road near a lush paddy field. I got that taste in the air. I got the feel. It was like heaven had met earth.

"No" I said. "I am NOT going back there again." I ran down the stairs. I wanted the glass that covers our reception to break and let some of this air in. I rushed into my cubicle and got my bag and stuff. Running out, I did not bother to sign the register. Strangely, my vehicle started with just one kick. I rode my bike quite fast, just to feel the air on my face.

When I reached the road, I realized that I was late. Considering the fact that I was in office since yesterday, I was really really late. The world had moved on. People had spent another night with their families. Kids had spent another day studying for exams. Old folks had spent another night wondering when to dye their hair. Teenagers had spent another night dreaming about their loved ones.

There I was, like a machine coming out of my office building. I saw people taking their morning walks. Some of them jogging. Some of them standing and talking. Some old aunties jogging and talking and laughing, all at the same time. There were newspaper-boys, milk-vendors and what not.

I started feeling out of place. "Was I from another planet or something?" I thought. I was dreaming I guess, a milk-vendor chap on his bicycle nearly hit my bike. "Idiot" I said. Didn't he know I am going home after a tough day? Didn't he know that I am tired, and do not have the energy for such crap? "Wait a minute," I told myself. "Are you doing somebody a favor by staying in the office so long?" "Will this world be a better place if you do that?" "Do you have it in you to buy one meal for that milk-vendor's family?"

YOU CAN'T!!! And that's the truth. You can't do anything except writing pieces of code, which you regard as full of life for reasons known best to you.

I broke into tears thinking about my own plight. I hated the fact that I existed. Why was I going through this entire trauma? What was holding me here? The money?. The passion to program?. The feeling that I would be isolated if I didn't work?. I don't know. I am still searching for the answers.

Then, suddenly out of nowhere, images of my family came into my mind. My dad, who had taken care of the family since I remember him. In fact, since I remember anything. My mom who would not have slept even a little bit, since I have not reached home. And my brother, who doesn't actually show it, but misses me when he doesn't see me. "I am not alone" I shouted. "I have this beautiful world to live in, with beautiful people in it"

Friends, do go out sometimes. Share your life with the people you love the most. Share your life with the nature. Share it with the wind. Share it with the sun. Share it with the rain. Things much much more important than programming is happening out there. But it won't come for you, you have to go out and find it .

Best Moments in My Life....

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Best Moments in My Life:

- To laugh until it hurts your stomach.

- To find mails by the thousands when you return of the vacations.

- To manage for a vacation at some pretty place.

- To listen to your favorite song in the radio.

- To go to bed and to listen while it rains out.

- To leave the shower and find that the towel is warm.

- To clear your last exam.

- To receive a call from someone, you don't see a lot, but you want to.

- A good conversation with a sweet person.

- To find money in a pant that you didn't use last year from the.

- To laugh at oneself looking at mirror, making faces.:)))

- Calls at the midnight that last for hours.

- To laugh without reasons.

- To hear accidentally that somebody says something good of you.

- To wake up and realize it is still possible to sleep a couple of hours.

- To hear a song that makes you remember a special person.

- To be part of a team.

- The first kiss.

- To watch the sunset from the hill top.

- To make new friends.

- To feel butterflies! in the stomach every time that you see that Person

- To pass a while with your best friends.

- To see people that you like, feeling happy.

- To use a sweater of the person that you like and it still smells of their perfume.

- See an old friend again and to feel that the things did not change.

- To take an evening walk along the beach.

- To have somebody who tells you that he/she loves you.

- To laugh .......laugh........and laugh ...... remembering stupid things by stupid friends.................... are the best moments of life.

"No one can go back and make a brand new start. But anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending"

Silence...sssshh..

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Have you ever experienced a moment in your life
when you just ran out of words and you go... s i l e n t ???

Let me assist you in recalling.....

the moment when you left your home for the first time and you look back at your parents who are worried that their son/daughter are leaving them yet happy that their child took the first step towards independence.

the moment when the girl/boy you like most.. smiled back at you! You dont say anything.. you just smile back..

the moment when you get better marks than you expected...
those "numb" moments of ecstacy n surprise "is that true?"...

the moment when you are parting with your old friend(s) and the train has just started...
and you are standing on the door of the wagon.. waving "bye-bye" with your heart beating fast...

the moment after the HR manager has just called you and told you,"You are through! Congrats!"

the moment when you sit alone in your room after having told everyone that you cleared that exam you prepared for 6 months!!

You can go on remembering your "special" moments!

I had always wondered why I never said anything to myself at those moments.. as if it was "understood"... happiness, joy, pain.. all feelings just flowed ceaselessly in the 'years' that passed in those flash moments!

They say.. the best way to communicate is through "silence".

Love. Joy. Grief. Surprise. Anger. Hope. Expectations. Support. Non-cooperation...

Can you imagine the importance of a silent moment in a song??

When Bryan Adams stops for a while along with music, before he goes on in his husky voice...
... Please forgive me. I cant stop loving you!

Ever had those moments when you thought you were tired enough that you reach for your bed after dinner.. but find yourself wide awake looking at the roof of your room silently...

But you sure are 'thinking'... those moments of self-talk are the most important in our lives. Those moments when we listen to our own hearts! Those promises... those decisions... those are the moments when we make our destinies!

Next time you go silent... listen carefully to what your heart is saying.. listen to its joy...listen to its pain.. listen to its fears.. listen to its desires..

Dont make it shut up and go off to sleep...
LISTEN TO THAT VOICE and ACCEPT EVERYTHING IT SAYS!
That voice alone can lead you to the abode of peace that your sleep lacks...
peace that awaits you!

Be in touch with your true self... be silent once a day, every day !