Showing posts with label perseverance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label perseverance. Show all posts

To think or not?

>> Tuesday, June 7, 2011


The god created us and we in due course proved to be species having unprecedented wisdom. Yes, we possess a mind that is capable of comprehending even the most intricate puzzles and we have heart which can feel even the most subtle emotion. In fact, human mind is a versatile instrument that can be deployed to do whatever its bearer want to.

Life is all about moving on, I remember a line which is quoted as "life is a like a riding bicycle; you fall of the moment you stop peddling", but what keeps us moving? Have we ever pondered over it? Well, to me it seems that HOPE is the greatest stimulant of life and we just move on hoping what we judge. Mind when rules the deceptive heart we feel resisted and when the heart rules our mind we might, possibly, have a fear of falling in abyss of sorrow. Well, in nut shell it can be infered that mind and heart are always at war.

We are different from animals because we have a unmatchable capability of thinking. The action of thinking is the most pondered over entity according to me. We can't proceed if we fail to think, and when we think we get baffled, we imagine, and sometimes get scared. Does not all this brings about a trail of confusion?...For me it does.

Mind is a great instrument, it behaves in a way you want it to. The greatest problem arises when the useless thoughts having a heretic link with past echoes the mind and renders us lost in it. We think, imagine and then lie down in dumps judging it in the way we want to. In fact we do what we wanted to, however, we baffle ourselves at the fag end. Many people does this and forget to live in the moment they are in.

Live in now and it will, certainly, make the mind noiseless and would make every forth coming second joyous and liveable. Life is a box which contain ample of surprises and delusions. Future is greatest delusion and past is but memory. A child forgets its past in no time and giggles with the toy he gets. Why can't we matured people be so? If we really can't be so then are we authorized to blame our mind because it can think and recollect? Fight against and give a hard push and snap out of the thorny and barbed trail of past that intrigues us.

Experiences in life are but surprises which sometimes make us happy and sometimes pushes us to groan...We are no different from a mad person who keeps saying aloud what he feels and we just do it silently inside us. We are creatures who can think and surprisingly this differentiating quality of us make us analyze it the way I did..

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Eye of a FATHER

>> Friday, April 16, 2010

Today I am going to narrate a story that may explain explicitly the importance of father or someone who cares and encourages you. This is a story of a teenager who loved his father like anything, There existed a very special relationship between them. They were perhaps pair sent from god to remain together. Their relationship was a like a drop which gets formed when two smaller water droplets coalesce to form a bigger one.

Little boy's father always encouraged him become a star in the game of football. While the son was somewhere on the benches the father was seen in the stands cheering. His father was really a genuine supporter of his son. Little boy had a great dream to see his father successful. He wanted to be a player of the era.

The young man was smallest among all his class mates in school, weak and less agile. He was always underestimated, bullied and misbehaved by his mates. He was always found near the fences observing the players playing the football. His eyes seemed stuck to the ball as if he was watching his prey so that he can pounce upon it.

After some days he was allowed by the team's coach to be in the practice session running errands. For him it was perhaps an opportunity to watch the game closely. He was found quite keen, moreover, his father's consistent encouragement didn't let his air of determination go down. His father was always there for him. This made the little boy, who knew that he may get a play when he will become senior, hang in the playground and practice whenever he got a chance. Really an act of perseverance.. !!

After the High Schools he stepped in college and decided to be as a "walk on" in the college team. He was still a dedicated member of his team. He was really magnificent in what he did. He could cut the ball, he could spin that out between the legs of opponent player. Due to lack of experience and insufficient involvement in any of the real game he was still not given a chance to show his potential, that would perhaps steal away fans heart and break them loose.

The coach admitted that he was in roaster but owing to the contribution of each member including the YOUNG man. He was so far the most dedicated, persistent and persevering member.

His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games. This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in the game.

It was the end of senior football match when he trotted in to the big play off game. The coach met him with a telegram. The telegram was for the boy. The boy started reading it and then the coach standing in front him got astonished to see him dead silent. He said, "what happened, boy?"... Swallowing hard, the boy mumbled, "my father passed away this morning". The coach could say nothing. He was all perplexed of his next action. He coddled the boy and asked him to take a week off leave. He asked him to relax and be composed. The boy walked away silently. Tears rolled down his eyes that were sufficient to wet the cuff of the coach's shirt. Well, all seemed dark for the poor boy.

After a week it was the final match when all the team members were giving their best to have a triumph. Unfortunately no tricks of the coach was working. All his effort were falling flat. The team was on the verge of being defeated. All of a sudden the whole team including the coach witnessed a guy all dressed up to play, and holding his chin high running towards the ground. It was no one but the YOUNG BOY. The coach tried to stop him a to play as he was not well mentally. The Boy insisted and the coach had to give in.

Most amazingly the boy was all absorbed and had started coordinating with the team like a leader. yes, he was a real captain. He could cut the ball, dribbled and run like a wind. He passed on the ball skillfully and made some great sots. The team was triumphing now. Soon it managed to make a tie. Before the full time whistle the YOUNG BOY intercepted a pass and all the way he made it to a final touchdown. In no time the fans broke loose, entered the ground and hoisted the boy on their shoulder. The team had won the match.


After the match was over and all ceremonies done the coach met the boy and keeping his arms around his shoulder he said, " I am proud of you". The boy's eyes were full of tears, he swallowed hard, forced a smile and said to the coach, "did you know my father was BLIND?". He said him that all his DAD used to come all the way for him, but could never see him play. He said " I wanted him to see me playing today from THERE "


REMEMBER:

All accomplishments starts with a decision to try. Be courageous, persistent and have faith on yourself and on the one whom you love most.


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