Helping hand please

How do people get addicted to things? I am using a generic term here. Things include everything which can make a person fall for it easily. Games like cricket and football are no exceptions. Is there a way out of this? How not to be a puppet in the hands of these? Dont think this blog is going to answer all these. This just raises a few questions someone else can probably answer :P

Everyone of you must have heard about the most modern version of the gentleman's game. People call it T20. Doesn't the name itself sound like that of a drug? The reason i thought about this now is simple. There was a match today between our motherland and the motherland of T20 cricket. The match went onto the wire leaving the audience at the edge of their seats till the very last ball. And at the end when one team wins, it goes without saying that the other team has to go back to the pavilion hiding their disappointment not because of letting the other team win but because of seeing their celebrations after winning. And at the end of the day, its their profession and they get paid for it. But what about the millions who spend their precious time not doing their work, but watching others do their work on the field. If you ask such people to raise their hands, the first hand you see will be of your beloved blogger.

This man once upon a time used to be the watchman of the tv room whenever there was a match. By the time he learnt the consequences of spending his life infront of that idiot box, he himself couldnt be sure whether the time had already flown out of his hands. But to his luck, the situation was not as bad as he expected. After going through rehabilitation process for some time, he could recover from that dreaded disease. But the traits of illness had still left in him - hidden.

He was living a happy life after getting recovered (although not fully) from the disease teasing those fools who still had not received the arise-awake-and-stop-not-till-your-goal-is-reached call. But the dare devils, warriors, knight riders, challengers, super kings and all were powerful enough to bring him back to his old-self. And now as the old faces give way to sparkling new generation of hard-hitting giants, its even more difficult to repeat the whole process of rehabilitation.

So here comes he offering a wonderful reward for his good readers who come up with a nice idea to help him come out of the crisis.

Accept Life as it unfolds

“I gave my life to learning how to live. Now that I have organized it all, it is just about over.” Have you ever heard anyone saying these lines with tear-filled eyes? What is the point in thinking too much forward when you are unsure of the very next second? Life is what we make it, always has been and always will be. As we struggle to make sense of things, life looks on in repose. Life is like a blanket too short. If you pull it up, your toes will rebel. If you yank it down, your shoulder will start shivering. But if you can manage to draw your knees up, you can pass a very comfortable night.

The tragedy of life is not that man loses, but that he almost wins. There is nothing more disheartening than fainting just inches short of the finishing line. Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up. If we have the will to take some pain to reshuffle the lines, it may then become a beautiful symphony which soothes everyone’s ears. Life is nothing, but a foreign language which is mispronounced by all the people. With great determination and proper training, we can master this ever-so beautiful language.

Let me quote an incident from the life of the world famous scientist Thomas Alva Edison. It was his great ambition to build a laboratory wherein his team could continue researches. Though he realized the dream, one day the lab caught fire. His life’s dream was going up in flames. One of his sons ran to him to be with his father at that moment of loss. Edison shouted to him, “Go, call your mother, let her come and see this fire. She may never see a fire like this!” These words are good enough for us to understand why certain people are like hydrogen filled balloons which keep going high up in the air. As a matter of fact, great men are made up of qualities that meet or make great occasions. They leave footsteps too tough to follow. But if we somehow manage to run a little distance in their shoes, that will definitely take us to the pinnacle of success.

Life is a ticket to the greatest show on earth. But to enjoy the show, certain things are to be kept in mind and to be followed. You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life. To live remains an art which everyone must learn and which no one can teach. The secret of life is just to hang around until you get used to it. Do the best you can and be good to yourself so that you can above all be good to others. Life is like a coin. You can spend it any way you wish, but you only spend it once. So stop wondering how to live, start living the way your conscience lets you to and accept life as it unfolds.