Friday, 28 April, 2006

On Meaning...

Meaning is not something that you stumble across, like the answer to a riddle or the prize in a treasure hunt. Meaning is something you build into your own life. You build it out of your own past, out of your own affections and loyalties, out of the experience of humankind as it is passed onto you, out of your own talents and understanding, out of the things you believe in, out of the things and people you love, out of the values for which you are willing to sacrifice something. The ingredients are all there. You are the only one who can put them together in the pattern that will be your life. Let it be a life that has dignity and meaning for you. If it does, then the particular balance of success and failure is of less account.

- Ways of Winners' PROGRAMME MANUAL

Wednesday, 26 April, 2006

Cannot write the CAT - 50% Eligibilty. I secured 48%. Fix Me

All of us have heard of e'm. Life changing events. Events that redefine the purpose of life. Situations or circumstances that make ordinary lives extra-ordinary. It could be the death of a parent, a near-death experience, physical/emotional abuse or a 48% in two years of degree college.

48% in degree college? Life changing? Why?

Ever since i was a kid, i was never exceptionally bright. I never felt the need to be. Mediocrity worked for me and at home. My primary school placed me in the 15th-20th rank out of class of 40 students. I was contented. Nor was i mature enough to push my own self to achieve higher scores. In my 5th grade i scored my lowest percentage - 62% if i can remember correctly. That is when my parents felt the need for me to attend tuitions and improve my scores to a certain level of respectabilty.
Gillu Miss was the lady. A mentor. A life-trainer. Attending her class at her Bajaj Road, railway track facing home was a hell lot of fun. Probably because i was the brightest of the lot. "Andher nagri mein kaana raja kinda thing". I loved the adulation and respect that i got from her. She expected a lot out of me. I delivered 9/10 times. It was the sheer ego-boost to get the highest in her tests that made me study. Of course, not to undermine the fact, that her tuition class was a whole lot of fun. Academic pursuit was infact a byproduct of the entire experience with Gillu Miss. And yes i scored an 83.3 % in my 6th grade, securing a 7th rank in a class that was considerably industrious and intelligent. I continued with her till the 8th grade and did well for all the 3 years.

Now, this is no memoir of my days with Gillu Miss. I am trying to derive lessons from the past, from memories of success. Why? Because i need it. More than ever before. I want your experiences too. What made you successful in your days and what makes you now.

Moving on, my tenure with Gillu Miss ended. I moved into 9th grade. A different class. New subjects and new friends. This is the time when i got close to Vishal and Sharan. 9th went by smoothly. I din't do exceptionally well though. But i never cared anyway. It was always a case of wanting. Aspiring. Not putting effort remotely close to the want. Not Achieveing. Becoming contented with mediocrity.

Then came 10th grade. The year. The only success. 10th was a funny year. I was disciplined. Yet not. I studied. Yet not. Of course, the year was hyped as the most important in a student's life. First Board Exam, Tough, Competitive, Decisive... so many adjectives for one god damn exam. Exams never perturbed me. I would chill and go for my exams. No frantic - shit shit shit last revision, last answer, i haven't completed so much... nothing. Jitna hua utna hua types. My 10th grade, like all other fellow cooperites, was packed with tuitions. But more importantly - friends. The year was mad. Insane. We partied, studied, chatted and enjoyed the small pleasures in life. We enjoyed the year and more importantly lived the year without giving two hoots for the marks. Did we not want to do well? No - we surely did. Infact we had our goals too. Anuj-90% (desire), Sharan-90+% (desire), Vishal- Didn't quantify but wanted to do well. That was that. And in the process of the year we chilled, had fun, flirted (yeah i remember having a crush on Manasvi in the latter part of the year). The most important lesson though was - Fun

I secured an 86% - I was contented because i never deserved a 90%

College - N.M. Whoa...

I was ranked 40th on that list of 1100 students who had applied. I was happy.
Then started the downfall. Friends were scattered. I was too attached to them to make new close friends who i could study with the way i studied with them. College changed my outlook towards academics completely. We started competing to come out of class faster than the other during an exam. Percentages, grades - they were irrelevant. It was F.Y.J.C mann. Who the fuck cares!

12th grade came in. Supposedly important. At this point of time, i found a new love - Extracurrics. I am a weird guy. When i am into something, i give it so much passion, time and attachment that i lose rationality. And to think of it - i am an aspiring management student. The concept of balance, time management and logic fails me when i am doing things that i love.

Example - I've a meeting in the next 40 minutes and i am still writing this.I know i will not make it on time but it's so tough to let go. And that, post - 12th standard, was my ultimate nemesis. The Law of Detachment has eluded me. It is easy to study for an exam - like not do anything else and score well. I am sure to succeed if i did that. But that was not challenging. 10th, in hindsight, rocked because that was all that i had to study for. The challenge was to do things beyond that average college student profile and succeed at it too. I never did. Playing with multiple variables, i lost out somewhere or the other. If i had to list down my extra-currics post 11th grade, it sure is an envious profile. Umang, Rotaract, Shiamak Davar, Summer Camps, Advertising Diplomas, Tuition-Giving - the works... Yeah i was on my way to become the next super-achiever, the stud of N.M. College. Alas it never happened. I failed. Everytime i tried multi-tasking. I crashed. A lot of reasons - i got my strategies wrong, i never detached (the switch on - switch off) effect, i never understood the importance of the body and health to support super-achieving.
Health, Stress, Attachment, Procrastination - It all started weighing on me.
Year after year, i tried new styles, made random promises - they all failed.

And to go see - it all starts from the beginning. As a kid, discipline was never instilled or was given priority. Call it 'bad parenting', my inability to realise its importance for so long, indifference. But it eventually boils down to three things if and ever you want to super-achieve.

And yes no super-achiever will be able to tell you this. Ask a failed super-achiever. Ask me?

1) The Law of Discipline : The human body is the laziest thing i've ever seen. And my body is worse than a sloth sleeping. To train the body i.e to be energetic (from the time you wake up till u go to bed) is the ultimate challenge. Energy and Focus are the key. Focus will only come if you have the energy. Train the body. Eat right. Sleep Early. Wake up Early. This is not my advice to any of you who've read so far but to me. It is the lessons i've learnt over the past four years. And i've crashed so many times. Infact, i am wondering what took so long to understand these reasons.

2) The Law of Detachment : Attachment is the worst enemy. It plagues and entraps your mind to such a large extent that you're trapped in the past or anxious over the future. Attachment is by far the easiest and the simplest to achieve. Example - I post a message on the blog. Ideal condition to super-achieve would be to detach. Forget about it totally and get to the next task at hand. But.. if i am anxious or thinking subconsciously about the comments expected. What will Peru write, what will Varun have to say to it.. I am in trouble. The idea is to come back to the blog with a transparent mind after a couple of days and read the comments. That way you can keep things really simple.

The irony is that super-achieving is very very simple. But it's the simplicity that is the toughest to achieve.

3) The Law of Love : Super-Achiever's are ideally supposed to be super-busy. No time to chill, to care, to speak nice words and love people. I mean after all, they're playing the guitar, running an NGO, studying, doing workshops, reading, writing - phew! ... How do you manage?

Example - A major chunk of my F.Y and S.Y.Bcom was spent with myself. Yes, i was this extrovert, seemingly charming extra-currics enthusiast but andar se i was lonely. Why? Because i expected attention. I wanted attention. I wanted love. I wanted love and attention because i thought i was cool. I thought i was really nice. But that was illusionary...I was consumed by an ego that refused to move beyond prejudices, wantings and personal interests. Super-Achieving can lead you to make some personal-interests driven decisions. Thin line this.

The truth is "Give as much as you can" cuz what you will get will be exponential and multi-fold. So for me - when i can flirt with a certain energy and charm, i know that things are right for me. My body releases endorphins that make me happy and yeah by giving attention to the other person i ensure her happiness to.

Tracing back to 10th grade - Love worked for me beyond anything else. I cared for people, friends, people i disliked, my parents. Love gives you energy and as irrational and emotion driven as it may seem - love gives you the ability to super-achieve.

All Super-Achievers that i've known are high energy, love-giving, failure-learning people

What made me write such a long post?

Emotion - The Low of your most cherished dream crashing. Of me crashing to the lowest trough. A moment in my life that will change me forever. I'm sure for the good. I dunno if i'll make it big in life. I dunno if i'll super-achieve ever. I dunno if i'll make it to the IIM's. I dunno anything.

All i know is that i've lived my life all over again on this blog so that you realise that every moment of your life makes a difference to your future. Every thankyou that you will say to your friend will make you happy more than him. Every good word that you will tell your parents will make them cherish their memories with you. If you've failed before, come meet me. We will raise a toast to Failure. Failure teaches so much more than success ever can. To all those successful people who've read until here - Try Failing. It will make you live every moment as if it were a lifetime. It will give you a perspective to life that you can only imagine.

And to all my Failed friends. Don't worry. We'll write success stories that mortal men can only dream of. We will live a life that will re-define history. I promise to do so. I assure to do so.

I'm living as if today were the last day of my life! Are you?

But not for Life,
Anuj Gosalia

Sunday, 23 April, 2006

Boulevard of Fantasies : Part 3

Hold my head inside your hands
I need someone who understands
I need someone, someone who hears
For you I’ve waited all these years

I lay still. Seated on the Marine Drive bench, my calm posterior eclipsed a turbulent within. I was a prisoner of my own history and the history to-be. Like all other mortal men but Her. And much it grieved my heart to think what man had made of man. The back of my bench read :In memory of Rustomji Pastakia (1898-1973). Reminescence of an era when people outnumbered vehicles. Of an era when life was lived. Saline fragrances from the Arabian Sea nauseated me. Some children were playing on the waterfront.Throwing pebbles.And like them, I wanted to throw a pebble into the sea. But when i picked up the pebble, i saw something which disgusted me. I was confronted by the stone's bear existence and was overwhelmed by a feeling of nausea. Day after day, i lived with a feeling of nausea, feelings of wontings and mounting anxiety. The nausea was becoming constant.It even comes over me in the local cafe, once a place of refuge, well lighted and full of people. But by now, the nausea is not inside me - I am the one who is within it.

"The world of existence, of matters of fact have no connection with the worlds of words, reason, mathematics and logic. Existence is not rational. There is no reason that things are as they are and not otherwise. There is no rational explanation as to why there is any world at all, rather than nothing" - Jean Paul Sartre.

The Queen's Necklace with its adorning billboards and bling bling cqars lay behind me. It was some thrity past six on that early May evening. Time was irrelevant. I was staring at designless people." Aah! A consortium of failures", i said to myself. But Marine Drive, to my mind, had an unrelenting sanguiness to it : a support system of men and women who had fought, lost and had shown wantings to survive. Of men and women silently praying, hiding their faces from the scrutiny of demeaning eyes in victorious cars that speed by.

"A king that is conquered must see strange looks, So bitter a thing is the heart of man"

For her I waited. And there she was.

For you I’d wait till kingdom come
Until my day, my day is done
And say you'll come and set me free
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me

What seemed like an amorous stare was infact her meditation...

Hi Didi! shouted Bobu, sorry Bryan as he tugged at Sarah's ebony coloured hair. Didi you look mad and old standing and staring at the sun like that. Sarah smiled. Sarah laughed. She was old. Eighteen years old. So Bobu, how was your Personality Development class today?, in a tone which wondered how things like Personaluty Development could be taught.

It was so un-cool today. They made us do barrier-breaking. But Why? I don't want to sing, then why should I!.. What the hell... It was so embarassing didi. I had to sing 'Tera Tera Tera Suroor' in front of those forty idiots who clapped after I was done. how fake! Anyway, i was better than the original, chuckled Bobu!

Sarah hit him. She was a part of the Reshamiya Fan Club and a proud one at that.

Bobu was one headstrong dude. At fourteen - he spoke his mind. He was a curious muttering teenager who asked questions to which my mother seeks answers. Sarah had answers though. Answers of her own.

Out of the blue cam Bobu's first question. I evesdropped onto their conversation. This girl with a cream complexion, hazel brown eyes, suave skin and black hair answered. As if she knew it all. As if she was God. God was She.

In your tears and in your blood
In your fire and in your flood
I hear you laugh, I heard you sing
I wouldn’t change a single thing

And the wheels just keep on turning
The drummers begin to drum
I don’t know which way I’m going
I don’t know what I’ve become

P.S - To be continued...
Btw, Bobu's first question is - " Didi why do we, at times, follow our heart and not our head?

Saturday, 22 April, 2006

Dedicated to : The Sanctuary

The Pledge

Novus Ordo Seclorum – New secular order
Capre diem – Seize the moment
Amor platonicus – Platonic love
Meliora Cogito – Strive for the Best
Ad Libitum Ad Libituras – As freely as desired
Per Adura Ad Astra – Through the struggle to the stars
Cogito, Facio Fio – Think it, do it, become it
Multi Famam, conscientam panic verentur – Many fear their reputation, few their conscience
Uvan Uvan Vivendo varia fit – Diverse grapes, through time, grow together
Amat Victoria Curam – Victory is for those who take the pains
Bis Vincit qui se Vincit in Victoria – He conquers who in the hour conquers himself

The beginning…

A call, an echo, a sound deep, from far away, yet so close….yes this is the call from within you; rise to that sound, awaken, meet it with all thy valor. Arise; meet the call of “The Sanctuary”. Amidst distraction and noise we find ourselves each day, trapped by rules and regulations (the reason of their existence-unknown to us); never have we been able to explore, not known the limitless boundaries which we can achieve. Here is your chance to explore these hidden depths, explore the unexplored…outside and within. This is only the beginning…the beginning of our Sanctuary.

The Sanctuary is an organization, not of want-to-be’s or wannabes but the need-to-be’s.. Yes, this is for the ones, who deep within want to make a difference in the world - starting from themselves, for those who know that little contributions have a larger role to play in life, for the students of (for) life. This is the sanctum… this is where every stone and stain is home… this is…. The Sanctuary….

The very purpose of our existence is for a higher purpose, and to find this larger purpose we have The Sanctuary. From adventure to indoors, from mountaineering to GD’s, from JAM’s to core competencies, from studies to sport, from literature to math, from Socrates to Freud, all from The Sanctuary to you….. Welcome aboard this wondrous vessel. Welcome and come steer it along with us.

Sunday, 16 April, 2006

Boulevard of Fantasies : Part 2

And the wheels just keep on turning
The drummer begins to drum
I don’t know which way I’m going
I don’t know which way I’ve come

Now, St.Xavier College has an enthralling, almost renaissanic history attached to it. Named after St. Francis Xavier, a Jesuit saint of the 16th Century who travelled to India, St. Xavier's College is is not a mere building - all concrete and iron, stone and bricks and mortar. It is much more than a material and physical reality.St. Xavier's precincts reign with the serene spirit and dynamic industry of men and women, filled with the ardent desire to give India loyal, devoted and useful citizens.

She jaunted her way into the arched entrance of St. Xavier. Sarah Dias was one of those girls who cracked a rapport with the most uncanny people. Her list of favourites included - mirthful bus conductors, rickshawalla's interessant and colgate-sponsored watchmen. Or maybe it was the 'Sarah' effect. she made people smile. Random people.

'Wassa!' shouted Rehan from the Quad (basket-ball court for the ignorant multitude).Rehan was a nut. A wannabe Xavierite who was lost in an identity-crisis. He tried to runaway from himself. Like most of us. 'Hey Seru! Look i got mah eer pierced again... t'was fuckin' painful tha gunshat ya', yapped Rehan in his authentically fake accent. He couldn't, for Pete's sake, fathom the fact that he had an innate affinity towards Bollywood and item numbers. Being a Xavierite and hailing from snooty South Bombay, he'd have to do a Jonathan Livingston Seagull act to break free. Someday.

'What's it on like Ashaita?' - Heard Love Letter's on at NCPA. You wanna check it out. It's by Rahul da Cunha. I'm sure u're at it. Rehan! You'll come, English play but? , giggled Sarah

The lady had an outlandish sense of humour. A blend of crass, subtle, irritating and endearing. Sarcasm came to her as naturally as it comes to most breeds of the female specie. But she resisted vitriolic warfare.
'Sarcasm hurts bhai' - That was Sarah philosophy. I hope she meant it:)

'Arghhh... Philosophy Class', exclaimed Kevin.

Pan Centre
Focus - Kevin... Kevin D'souza

Kevin, the man, was a quintessential Xavierite. Long hair - unkempt, Hair band - coloured, low waist jeans - Levi's, Vests - body hugging plus a sluggish demeanour, guitar, Marlboro, guitar, Marlboro.. not to forget - generous servings of Jive, women, assumed intelligence, charm, wit, attitude.. aah attitude - loads of it!

I saw these four at the Quad... basking in the summer sun. Living Life. Living moments. Living the moment. Kevin charmed. Sarah warmed. Ashaita couldn't care less. Rehan charmed too - unknowingly.

St.Xavier's was indeed the melting point of Mumbai. Suburban hives met towny lives.

At the Woods - Ideas converged. Innocent Dreams received incessant support.Innocent support.Innocent.Support...

'These guys live in a fool's paradise', i told myself. They sneered at me. Not really. They would have.
Were they afraid to take on the world? Or were they building a fellowhip for themselves. I pondered towards futility.
Why do they compell me to choose friendship, love and simple living over materialistic pleasures? Time will tell.

Sarah looked at me. She smiled. (Smile - a facial expression characterized by an upward curving of the corners of the mouth and indicating pleasure, amusement, or derision). " There are somethings that money can't buy... for everything else, there's MasterCard", I told (yeah, that's what i actually told) myself. A Poor Joke to capture another priceless moment.

I see, Sarah is a popular girl. I mean kitne log know her yaar. Read : She was seen hugging people as if it were entrance fee to the canteen. Over the coffee at woods, she spoke, expressed, joked, laughed, lived.

But then, that was she - unbashed, chilled, jovial, spunky, eccentric, in love... perpetually... with life...

Still my heart and hold my tongue
I feel my time
My time has come
Let me in
Unlock the door
I never felt this way before

P.S. - To be continued...

Tuesday, 11 April, 2006

Boulevard of Fantasies : Part 1

What seemed like an amorous stare was infact her meditation...
Gazing at the migrating sun was a religion sworn in out of choice. A way of acknowledging the light.

She was there, like every other day, sauntering on the oft-trodden Marine Drive pathway. Thoughts, like automobiles post liberalisation, raced through her head. "How did my day shape up?", she questioned her seeking mind. Pat came the reply - A day of meaning and purpose, as always, my girl. Alas.. For the multitude of timid souls who see not victory or defeat.
The whiff of platonic roadside coffee - of aroma's beyond tainted Barista beans and illusionary cafe days, moved her to the day's morning. Of days where moments lived lifetimes...

"And all the roads we have to walk along are winding,
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding "
- preached Oasis out of her poor lil' rich phone. Passionate dreams within dreamy eyes greeted another May morning. Good morning 'Sarah'! - she told herself as she sprung out of her bed. Sleep was but an excuse to nurture her dreams. Her accelerated demeanour was characterized by an unhurried calmness within, as paradoxical as it may seem. There was once an untrained mind. She trained the intrained. It needed no training. Mornings were spent with herself.Especially while bathing.Water interacted with milky skin in a form so unlike the adulterated convergence of milk and water at our local doodhwaala's. Lame metaphor to an otherwise priceless moment. Mortal men envy the two hydrogen and one oxygen atom on her skin alabaster. She wore no make up. She frowned at the thought of it. God Bless her. The black eye-liner seduces her into application. "Black Envy" screamt girls when her eyes met theirs.

Of simple things she lived. An ipod, a shoulder bag, low-waist Diesel jeans and a white(read:plain) top. She was born, as if through an error of destiny, into a faimily unfazed by inflationary tendencies in the economy.Her infectious grin crinkled the white on the her face as she bid her good ole' family adieu. She was out. Another day. Another adventure. Life. "Have a good day guys", with an earnest heart was her sign-off.

I see her making a beeline for Andheri Station. A station famous for its pungent odour, Mc'donalds, vada-pavs, harmonious noise and of men who sweat it out. literally. In the meantime, her ipod shuffles between Green Day, Himesh Reshamiya and Orange County. She hurries, you see, for her 8.48 local. She is unperturbed by the daily Mumbai frenzy. Or maybe she is. I don't know. Maybe she dreams of change, of revolution. Maybe she identifies with Sonia of Rang De Basanti, maybe she doesn't. Maybe she will die for a cause, maybe she will live for it...

I like the way she embraces unspoken words, unknown people and unexpressed love. I like her eccentricity. 'Sarah' lives in a world of unrewarding love. She practices a different Math. Perspiration off laborious women rub against her flawless skin as she is propelled towards her St. Xavier Landmark. She doesn't mind. It keeps her grounded. May the Lord be with her...

"Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me..."

P.S - To be continued...

Sunday, 9 April, 2006

It's Not About the Party...

Have you danced without a care for the world? Dance to life...

Have you seen life in its purest form? Live it...

Have you seen life as it needs to be seen? Not from selfish eyes of your own...

Have you felt lucky? Feel the luck - To be Alive...

Have you become yourself? Return to Innocence...

Have you lived the moment like they do? Breathe the moment...

Have you become a kid? Kid Around...

It's not just a party, it's meditation. It's not just a party, it's a gift from God. This Monday, walk in to create & celebrate magic with God's special gifts. They are not the underpriviledged children. We Are. Unwind.Chill.Breathe.Celebrate.Live... God is in the child. See the phrase come true at the party of a lifetime

See the "God of Small Things" groove into a state of Zen,
And in the end, learn that life's too simple to be complicated.

Smile.Laugh.Dance....your way to life's biggest lessons, cuz it ain't just another party - It's the SVP Party

Venue - SVP Learning Centre opp. Alfa
Time - 6.00 p.m. onwards
Date - 10th April, 2006

P.S. - All are Invited. All.


Monday, 3 April, 2006


Here is a test to find out whether your mission in life is complete. If you're alive, it isn't.
Richard Bach

"This is the beginning of a new day. You have been given this day to use as you will. You can waste it or use it for good. What you do today is important because you are exchanging a day of your life for it. When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever; in its place is something that you have left behind...let it be something good."

Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure...than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.
Theodore Roosevelt

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

“It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare, it is because we do not dare that they are difficult.”

Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

My Favourite

It is not the critic who counts;
not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled
or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man
who is actually in the arena,
whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood;
who strives valiantly;
who errs and comes short again and again;
who knows great enthusiasms,
the great devotions;
who spends himself in a worthy cause;
who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement,
and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while
so that his place shall never be
with those timid souls
who know neither victory or defeat.

Theodore Roosevelt

Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all.
Dale Carnegie

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that frightens us. We ask ourselves 'who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?'

Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.

It's not just in some of us; its in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
Marianne Williamson

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
Mark Twain

“Come to the edge.”
“We can't. We're afraid.”
“Come to the edge.”
“We can't. We will fall!”
“Come to the edge.”
And they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew.

Guillaume Apollinaire, 1880-1918

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle.
The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.

Ayn Rand

"I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time."
Jack London

Live purely. Be quiet.
Do your work with mastery.
Like the moon, come out
from behind the clouds!

Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it
and whispers, 'Grow, grow.'
The Talmud

"If you cannot be a poet, be the poem."
David Carradine

"There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as if everything is."
Albert Einstein

All the Best - This one's dedicated to someone who i owe a lifetime ;)
I will give nothing but my best cuz mediocrity is irrelevant

Parting Shot - "Life is either a daring adventure or nothing" - Hellen Keller