Thursday, May 27, 2010
Role Model..
Do I want fame like Shah Rukh Khan’s? Do I want success like Sachin Tendulkar’s? Do I want beauty like Aishwarya Rai’s? Do I want intelligence like Dr Kalam’s? Do I want compassion like Mother Teresa’s? Do I want power and courage like Kiran Bedi’s? Do I want to be a good human being, like my parents are? Or do I just want be myself?
These are some questions that flit between our unconscious and conscious mind. Such questions not only help us formulate our own characteristic features but also help us choose our ideal persona. That choice determines our oneness with that ‘other’, which we generally call ‘role model’.
Although it has come to have a variety of connotations — from a source of inspiration to a social icon — the phrase quite literally means a model for a role, a person one can strive to emulate. For example ‘Dr APJ Abdul Kalam’ is more than a name — it is a symbol of dreaming big, realising those dreams and inspiring others to do so. Dr Kalam is not just a huge success — the son of a fishing boat owner who went on to become a rocket scientist and then the President of India — but he also embodies the right values. In short, a role model in every way.
Children choose role models for themselves as early as the pre-school years, according to a theory of Dr Amy Beth Taublieb, a clinical psychologist. The type of model changes with the development level of the child. It is the youth, with the unlimited possibilities of the future before them, who are influenced by the people that inspire them to fly high.
Today’s role models are associated with money, beauty and fame. Actors and rock stars have become the centre of attention as our heroes in the 21st century. But a good role model is someone we should want to be like because we see value in his or her actions. The role models people choose reflect the type of values they have and the society they will create.
We often do not recognize our true role models until we have noticed our own personal growth. Thus, we need to keep the following points in mind before defining our source of inspiration:
Confidence: Choose someone who has a lot of confidence in himself/herself and in his/her abilities. A good role model would be someone who knows who he or she is.
Genuineness: You do not want role models who would pretend to be something they are not, and would fake a personality to suit others.
Individuality: Choose someone who thinks it is alright to be unique, even if that means facing some ridicule. They should make you feel good about being yourself; they should not make you compare yourself to them and wish you were prettier or richer.
Empathy: Choose someone who is kind and can communicate with people.
Skills: Look for someone who is living life the way you would like to. If you want to be a famous author, your role model could be someone who is a success at writing.
With these points, plus our intuition or faith, we can create a picture of the ideal self that we really aspire to be. Then we just need to take one step forward to close the gap between that ideal self and the real self.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Think ..
a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind. She
hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always
there for her. She told her boyfriend, 'If I could only see
the world, I will marry you.'
someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages
came off, she was able to see everything, including her
boyfriend.
He asked
her,'Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?' The
girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The
sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected
that. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life
led her to refuse to marry him.
Her
boyfriend left in tears and days later wrote a note to her
saying: 'Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before
they were yours, they were mine.'
This is
how the human brain often works when our status changes.
Only a very few remember what life was like before, and who
was always by their side in the most painful situations.
Life Is a
Gift
Today
before you say an unkind word - Think of someone who can't
speak.
Before
you complain about the taste of your food - Think of someone
who has nothing to eat..
Before
you complain about your husband or wife - Think of someone
who's crying out to GOD for a companion.
Today
before you complain about life - Think of someone who is no longer alive ....
Before
whining about the distance you drive Think of someone who
walks the same distance with their feet.
And when
you are tired and complain about your job - Think of the
unemployed, the disabled, and those who wish they had your
job.
And when
depressing thoughts seem to get you down - Put a smile on
your face and think: you're alive and still
around..
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I PRAY
THIS MOVES AROUND
THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE.....
Monday, February 22, 2010
Diving into childhood..
One of the best thing being in North US is .. plenty of snowy days .. It was awesome fun.. after a long time threw "Mature mannerism " and dive into childhood.After a long time doesn't care about anybody.And you know what it was .. it is pretty satisfying.It has been more then 3 months living alone ... nobody to talk.But now i realise .. why you care about others .. you yourself capable of having so much fun.Making a snow man .. is like creating a human by a God hand . how do you want to him be look like .. how would be his face expression... how tall . faling to put some proper fat ( i mean snow ) .. or mistakenly putting extra weight .. imagine ..It is simple life less a blog of snow .. If God created us . how much time it take him to create a so exqusitic , complex and marvelous human body.
Being in doctor's family .. i got a chance to peep one of the most rarest places , like twin lobes of mind ( MRI and 4 D images ) , complex and crucial funtonality of human heart.. it always amaze me . how distingushly and marvelously human body has been crafted .. and we "selfish bastards" just destory it helplessly...ahh too philosphycal ..
I need a Hot chocklate now .. c ya .. pics .. i ll upload .. to dark to get a pic .
Friday, October 9, 2009
You are here to be you... just you,...

myself into a banana. Unfortunately, his taste changed after a few
months and so I became an orange. When he said I was bitter I became an
apple,but he went in search of grapes. Yielding to the opinions of so
many people, I have changed so many times that I no more know who I am.
How I wish I had remained a plum and waited for a plum lover.
So true .. many times in life i changed .. i pretend to be what i am not.I pretend to be that person which he/she like.. i have done all possible things for that.lie , manipulations ..
I always run towards that admire, that praise ..and then pretend.. It never gave me happiness .. One day I realised it was all vain.I realised Just because a group of people do not accept you as you are, there is no necessity for you to strip yourself of your originality. You need to think good of yourself, for the world takes you at your own estimate.If you doesn't love yourself . how come other can??? If you bored with your company how can others ..
You need to think good of yourself, for the world takes you at your own estimate. Never step down in order to gain recognition. Never let go of your true self to win a relationship. In the long run, you will regret that you traded your greatest glory - your uniqueness, for momentary validation.Even Gandhi was not accepted by many people. The group that does not accept you as you is not your world.There is a world for each one of you, where you shall reign as king /queen by just being yourself. Find that world... in fact, that world will find you.What water can do, gasoline cannot and what copper can, gold cannot.The fragility of the ant enables it to move and the rigidity of the tree enables it to stay rooted. Everything and everybody has been designed with a proportion of uniqueness to serve a purpose that we Can fulfil only by being our unique self. You as you alone can serve your purpose and I as I alone can serve my purpose. I am here to be me .. just me and You are here to be you...just you.
Friday, July 3, 2009
I need an inspiration

I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed,
I've been lonely for so long,
Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on...
Just in case I ever need em again someday,
I've been setting aside time,
To clear a little space in the corners of my mind..
I've been searching but I just don't see the signs,
I know that it's out there,
There's got to be something for my soul somewhere..
Not somebody just to get me through the night,
I could use some direction,
And I'm open to your suggestions..
There are moments when I don't know if it's real,
Or if anybody feels the way I feel,
I need inspiration,
Not just another negotiation..
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Silence .....

Monday, June 22, 2009
I MISS YOU… Still…

I miss you when I cry,
Because you are no more there to hold me,
I miss you when I am happy,
Because you are no more there to share it with me,
I miss you when I m troubled,
Because you are no more there to understand me.
I miss you when it rains,
Because you are no more there to tease me.
I miss you when I am awake,
Because you are no more there to talk to.
I miss you when am trying to sleep,
Because you are no more there to text me good night.
I miss you when I am asleep,
Because you are no more there in my dreams.
I miss you all the time,
But especially when I think of all the good times we spent together,
And now I realize how I have lost them,
They were the best moments I spent with you.I
try to hear the raindrops falling on the roof,
But all I hear are my tears falling on the cheeks,
And know that I am missing you.
It felt so good when you said am special and close to you,
You made me feel like an angel,
We used to talk for hours on the phone,
and meet on every weekend,
And after every meeting it felt like a dream.
Friendship was everything, and love heaven.
I miss our phone calls at all hours of day and night,
Our walks in the park and on the road,
Our bus rides, and bus stop dates,
Our Spice,McD and vatika hangouts,
Planning for the future in A380 suites,
Our messages and chats,
Our sharing, our caring for each other,
Our code words, and laughing on each other’s friends,
Joking about rains and clouds,
Telling each other everything that happened during the day,
No matter how immaterial that might be,
We could not survive without each other,
And now we cannot live with each other.
Now that you are gone, it pains to think
Not only have I lost my love, but my best friend as well.
It hurts to miss you,Hurts to think about the choices u made,
Its my mistakes, and I lost you forever.
But you have not lost my love,
You are my world, my haven
I can never forget you,
And it breaks my heart everyday,
To think I don’t have you, and can never have you,
Yet I miss you.
"memories r always confusing.. making u laugh wen u remember d times u cried together..
and cry when u remember the time u laughed together".
This is neither a poem, nor a prose,
This has no rhyme or rhythm.
It has got nothing, saying in the traditional sense,
just my raw feelings from the deep silence.

