To each person is given a story to tell or was it written already?
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Monthly Archives: September 2013
simple people
Simple people works for simple salary in some simple company.
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industrialism
At this age of ours, one can no longer choose to live idly by without being looked down
upon or accused of being lazy. Industrialism and commercial achievement has taken
over what used to be liveable hinterland where one is awaken by the chirps of the birds
instead of the alarm clock and the first thing one sees is the sunrise. Not our toothbrush.
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Continuity
One of the most important tenets of Chinese Art is ‘continuity’. A potter is highly respected if
he could copy the works of his master to such extraordinary likeness that one cannot
differentiate between his work and that of his master’s. Likewise his master would win praises
for his generosity in imparting his knowledge and skills to his disciple to such a degree that
not only his disciple is now at par with him in skill and creativity, continuity is assured even
when he dies. From there on, his disciple would be encouraged to develop newer styles under
the watchful eye of his master and that is how Chinese Art sustains and evolve. Hence also,
there is no such thing called ‘fakes’ in Chinese Art. Only new or old.
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Barbershop
>>> A man stuck his head into a barbershop and asked, ‘How long before I can get a haircut?
>>> The barber looked around the shop full of customers and said, ‘About two hours.’
>>> The man left.
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>>> A few days later, the same chap stuck his head in the door and asked, ‘How long before I can get a haircut?’
>>> The barber looked around at the shop and said, ‘About three hours.’
>>> The man left.
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>>> A week later, the same man stuck his head in the shop and asked, ‘How long before I can get a haircut?
>>> The barber looked around the shop and said, ‘About an hour and a half.’
>>> Once again, the man immediately left.
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>>> The barber turned to his friend and said, ‘Hey, Bob, do me a favour : follow him and see where he goes. He keeps asking how long he has to wait for a haircut, but he never comes back.’
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>>> A little while later, Bob returned to the shop, laughing hysterically.
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>>> The barber asked, ‘So, where does he go when he leaves?’
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>>>>>>>>>>>> Bob looked up, wiped the tears from his eyes and said, ‘Your house!’
(Author Unknown)
arrogance
Failure comes with arrogance.
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pinnacle of prayer
The pinnacle of everyones prayer is themselves.
That’s why there still are beggars on the streets.
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pong
A relationship is very much like putting on a pair of warm
cuddly socks, soft and comfortable. Once put on, never
have it removed or you’d be inhaling all that stale pong
entrapped inside.
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on my desert
on my desert
she blooms
in the cold night
she wails
one fine day
she wilted
and so I froze her
inside my memory
recalling the day
that day
when on my desert
she blooms..
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beacon of hope
I have gotten used to you
who appeared in my darkest hour
and became my beacon of hope
I wasn’t ready to give in
neither was I ready to give you up
but I guess I was built never to
to see any good child fatherless
or selfishly shade any good woman
away from the sun
when they deserve so much more
which is how we ended up elevated
under the spotlight of ridicule
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I have gotten used to you
and with you in my arms
we hung on through all storms
fighting with the clouds till it
turns cotton white once more
but I guess I was built never to
be understood by the child
nor the selfishly good woman
of why living with both is better
than choosing either one
which is why you ended up agitated
under the spotlight of scorn
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I have gotten used to you
but the beacon grew weaker
as you snuff me off your schedule
I wasn’t ready to give in
neither was I ready to give you up
but I guess I was built never to
father again another good child
or court again another good woman
then hiding them away from the sun
when I am convinced I deserve none
which is how I ended up dishevelled
away from the spotlight of it all..
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till my promise
when the rain has tidied
and mud has bedded the earth
I shall never forget the sun that follows
and remember to till my promise
over the cracked land
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till the flowers bloom once more..
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thinking caps
I kind of get to think that when we gather a bunch of graduates together
and put them all inside parliament, they will collectively lose control of
their thinking caps and become stupid altogether at the same time.
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