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Including her chandelier earrings, I find nothing to really say, is beautiful! Even the cigarette smoke swirling in the air is enjoyable as long as you don't see the other part, for every touch on the lungs it kills the smoker a bit. The lotus in hand is not as pleasing as it is when floating in the pond (you know, we had a pond next to our school with full of water plants like lotus). Perhaps few of you could agree with me, if I rate Sachin's sixes , particularly those hit at the later part of the match against Australia in Sharjah 1998 as the most beautiful sixes than many hit by Sachin and many other batsmen. The opponent, the spectators, the commentary, the camera work and that thrilling match situation - I think absence of any of these would degrade the excellence of those sixes. Though you hear people say some particular thing, such as sunrise, as beautiful on most occasions or always, I think beauty is momentary. It should be as it is not the thing and your eyes but the

George Bernard Shaw said, "People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don't believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can't find them, they make them." Well, it's pretty apparent, isn't it? And every person who discovered this believed (for a while) that he was the first one to work it out. We become what we think about. Conversely, the person who has no goal, who doesn't know where he's going, and whose thoughts must therefore be thoughts of confusion, anxiety and worry - his life becomes one of frustration, fear, anxiety and worry. And if he thinks about nothing... he becomes nothing. How does it work? Why do we become what we think about? Well, I'll tell you how it works, as far as we know. To do this, I want to tell you about a situation that parallels the human mind. Suppose a farmer has some land, and it's good, fert

An old Farmer lived on a farm in the mountains with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Bhagavad Gita. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could. One day the grandson asked, "Grandpa! I try to read the Bhagavad Gita just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Bhagavad Gita do?" The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, "Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water." The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, "You'll have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he

Though I believe, understand and appreciate the value of religion in our society, I never felt like attaching myself to any of those, no matter how much I lose. Neither I am really bothering about the stains on the religion caused by 'few' people nor I am worrying about the mad rituals that are followed. Of course, after all, I am yet another selfish person in this world. As long as death is not conquered, I am sure I am going to trust God. It is always comfortable and satisfying when we do things to the best we can do and leave the rest to someone who can take care of it. Many times, it is God, at least because I can not wander infinitely for an answer. My yesterdays were wonderful, no matter whether I cried or laughed, I know I lived a beautiful life. My today is no exception - it is again full of life. And I trust I can enjoy my tomorrows to the fullest with the greatest energy. I need to thank someone for this marvelous life. The lands, trees, animals... so many things to m