Archive for August, 2011

The Wonder that this World Is !

Posted by on Aug-28-2011

I am a very happy person. Jovial and jolly all the time. I think I got this character right from my childhood days when I started wondering at each and every thing I observed. This world is such a beautiful place, with miracles happening right before our eyes in each and every object surrounding us. All that we need is an eye to see the wonders and a mind to read and understand the miracles. When we do it each time, the child in us is invoked.

One of the unanswered questions of life is: “When is old age?” My answer would be: When we have ceased to wonder. Harold Nicholson, English biographer and historian, says that his grandmother lived in a state of “incandescent amazement.” She not only remembered the first steam packet but lived to hear of M. Bleriot flying the Channel. The amazement with which this remarkable old lady exulted in the surprises of our astonishing world kept her young. If the young people around her became blasé, she would rap up her ebony stick and demand that they greet the surprises of this Jules Verne world with something of the excitement which she felt herself. She lived to be ninety-nine.

Those who wonder, are always exultingly asking, “What next?” They have a child like eagerness. Nor will they be disappointed at death. To them, death itself may seem the most exciting adventure of all! Isn’t that exciting in itself?

Make a mistake!!!

Posted by on Aug-20-2011

How often we intend one thing and it turns out into another! We tend to make mistakes but surprisingly some turn out to be good and give an entirely new dimension to life.

Some mistakes turn out to be fun filled and interesting, at times humorous too. For example a wrong book comes home from the library and opens a whole new field of interest or a wrongly added ingredient, gives a new savor to the dish. The list is endless… Similarly, I know of a student, who wandered into the wrong classroom and became so interested in the subject being discussed there that he pursued it and made it his career. I need scarcely add that, being so absent minded, he became a famous professor.

Mistakes, usually becomes the catalyst for most of the good things that happen in life. It should take the edge off disappointment to remember that half the things that go wrong surprise us by turning out all right!

A tale from the Japanese

Posted by on Aug-13-2011

Now that I am back to sailing, the occupation that I was designed for, I am in the best of spirits. With the fever gone, good food, weather and fresh air, I can’t but feel so elated. This makes me want to share with my readers’ anecdotes that have stuck my mind with their deep penetrating effect. The fact that the source is forgotten is hardly important with respect to the content. Here is one such.

The Japanese have always loved fresh fish. But the waters close to Japan have not held many fish for decades. So to feed the Japanese population, fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever. The farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring in the fish. If the return trip took more than a few days, the fish were not fresh.
The Japanese did not like the taste of stale fish. To solve this problem, fishing companies installed freezers on their boats. They would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer. However, the Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen and they did not like frozen fish. The frozen fish brought a lower price. So fishing companies installed fish tanks. They would catch the fish and stuff them in the tanks, fin to fin. After a little thrashing around, the fish stopped moving. They were tired and dull, but alive. Unfortunately, the Japanese could still taste the difference. Because the fish did not move for days, they lost their fresh-fish taste. The Japanese preferred the lively taste of fresh fish, not sluggish fish.

So how did Japanese fishing companies solve this problem?

Here’s what they did:
The Japanese fishing companies still put the fish in the tanks. But now they added a small shark to each tank. The shark eats a few fish, but most of the fish arrive in a very lively state. The fish are active and challenged.

Have you realized that some of us are also living in a pond but most of the time tired & dull, so we need a Shark in our life to keep us awake and moving? Basically in our lives Sharks are new challenges to keep us active and taste better…

Two Great Painters

Posted by on Aug-6-2011

Sometimes it takes a brilliant stroke of action by someone very wise to control successful yet boastful people. This happens mostly when these stalwarts of success challenge the world in a bid to establish their sole proprietorship to greatness in the chosen area. It is when they are met with someone very humble and ordinary with extraordinary capabilities.

There was once a painter whose name was Zeuxis. He could paint pictures so life-like that they were mistaken for the real things which they represented. At one time he painted the picture of some fruit which was so real that the birds flew down and pecked at it. This made him very proud of his skill. “I am the only man in the world who can paint a picture so true to life,” he said.

There was another famous artist whose name was Parrhasius. When he heard of the boast which Zeuxis had made, he said to himself, “I will see what I can do.” So he painted a beautiful picture which seemed to be covered with a curtain. Then he invited Zeuxis to come and see it. Zeuxis looked at it closely. “Draw the curtain aside and show us the picture,” he said. Parrhasius laughed and answered, “THE CURTAIN IS THE PICTURE.” “Well,” said Zeuxis, “you have beaten me this time, and I shall boast no more. I deceived only the birds, but you have deceived me, a painter.”

Sometime after this, Zeuxis painted another wonderful picture. It was that of a boy carrying a basket of ripe red cherries. When he hung this painting outside of his door, some birds flew down and tried to carry the cherries away. “Ah! This picture is a failure,” he said. “For, if the boy had been as well painted as the cherries, the birds would have been afraid to come near him.”