A note to the Bikers



Dear Biker,


Its really great to feel the adrenalin rush when ur bikes go VRRROMMMMMMMMM through the busy roads. The way u change lanes swaying ur entire bike this way that way and leaving all behind, breaking traffic rules and reaching ur destination much before the anticipated time. U might feel that “Oh GOD, what great riding skills I have. I have left everyone behind. I am the winner”.

But did you ever care to see behind, when u were suddenly changing lanes and complimenting ur balancing skills a father was carrying his little school kids and just because he was slow and cautious he saved a fall which may had led his bike to skid under the wheels of the Bus, whose driver was unaware of this sudden misfortune. And God Forbid if this would have happened then the fellow people would have beaten him to death.

A note to Bikers

We all leave our home with an expectation to come back safe to our beloved families. Similarly they also wait for us through the day just to see us safe at the end of the day. Old parents look through the window – when will my son come back from work. The wait from 6:00 to 6:10 pm looks endless. Children after spending the entire day in school and daycare yearn to run to their parents just for that 2 seconds hug and open their boxes of daily activities.

Just for one thrilling adventure of urs this all comes crashing down. Did u ever think of those people who get handicapped resulting as accident? If not then try walking for 1 day in one foot and then I guess U can understand the pain they have to suffer their entire life. Ever though how life becomes miserable at the very thought of losing our loved ones.

We call an accident a misfortune. Yes at times it’s a misfortune but at times its carelessness. If I am at fault I should be punished not certain innocent people whom I don’t know and neither care to know.

Take care of urself and the others with whom we share our daily travel.

Songs from the singing class

Beauty and Beautiful, School Days

 Remember this song?????


If you miss the train I’m on, you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

Lord I’m one, Lord I’m two, Lord I’m three, Lord I’m four
Lord I’m 500 miles from my home
500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles
Lord I’m five hundred miles from my home

Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name
Lord I can’t go a-home this a-way
This a-away, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way
Lord I can’t go a-home this a-way

If you miss the train I’m on you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

Child Within


Dear Friends,

Happy is he who still loves something he loved in the nursery:  He has not been broken in two by time; he is not two men, but one, and he has saved not only his soul but his life.~G.K. Chesterton

We may potray a very strong Professional image, still we nuture a little child within. Request you to share one little incidence or experience when that little child over powered the strong person you are..


The Glowing Halo

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My childhood may be over, but that doesn’t mean playtime is.  ~Ron Olson