Love Life

I have a long commute to work everyday on train. At least once a month, a suicide or an attempt delays the service and leaves me thinking what makes people do so.


Life is the ticket to the biggest show on earth.


Nine months in a mother’s womb, dark and congested is what it takes for the first glance of the world. The world out there, putting together the best show on earth is beautiful and ugly, happy and sad, simple and complex. Every life on earth is an important element of this masterpiece. No one ever said life is going to be easy. But it’s always interesting - happy or sad, but always exciting.


Being born was not our choice. How do we get the right to make death a choice? Closing the book of life at a sad chapter is like leaving the book incomplete. And incomplete is never satisfying. Life can be very stressful and painful and it’s easy to have devastating thoughts. But the winner stands strong and the loser falls to fail. The bad thing about good times is it passes by fast. But the good thing about bad times is that it too passes by.


One life one world! Love and respect this great creation to live it to fullest.

Is Sharing So Difficult

A co-worker ready to roll off was asked to conduct some knowledge sharing sessions for the entire team in the last week. In the very first meeting, he said – “I did not sign up for this.”

Feeling off board for few minutes, the colleagues asked the reason and he said – “I do not feel comfortable sharing my knowledge. Its mine.” That said he hung up the call.

Is sharing that difficult? Is knowledge limited to an individual?

Our minds capabilities are immeasurable. However, if we exhaust all our energy keeping it close and safe from opening up for others, it would be rusted. School always taught us - Sharing knowledge helps gain more and learning is a life long process. Is it so easy to forget all good things we learned as we grow up?

The one thing that took me aback in this story was the thought of an individual having absolute knowledge. I tried to get into his shoes and understand the perspective, but unfortunately could not. Calling the knowledge “mine” sounds quite disappointing and insecure. No knowledge is absolute. Its all relative. Sharing it doesn't take it away from you. And there is always to learn something in return.

So there are three kinds of givers -- the flint, the sponge and the honeycomb. To get anything out of a flint you must hammer it. And then you get only chips and sparks. To get water out of a sponge you must squeeze it, and the more you use pressure, the more you will get. But the honeycomb just overflows with its own sweetness. Which kind of giver would you want to be?