Heart upon my sleeve

The last book I had read was “Rich Dad Poor Dad” (see post on Mar 18th below). Absolutely impressed and influenced by Rich Dad, I doubted how much of a monk I could be to read this book with devotion. From some of the online reviews and the catchy name I felt it was about giving up everything materialistic to attain divine peace. “Selling a Ferrari!. He would be some monk(ey) to sell his ferrari!”, I mused. But now I am done reading with the book and I seem to have enjoyed it. In the book, the author Robin Sharma narrates the story of a lawyer-turned-monk, Jullian Mantle, who suddenly realizes where life is taking him, decides to take action and embarks on an odyssey to northern India to acquire wisdom from the learned Sages of Sivana. A changed man, Jullian Mantle comes back to his old friend(and old world) with a mission to spread the wisdom to everyone. Jullian explains the sages’ techniques of mind-control, the Japanese technique of kaizen, self-discipline, time management and wil...

Yippee. It’s my ‘happy birthday’. No, I’m not turning 5 hoping dad would get me a new tricycle, nor am I turning 16, wondering what my boyfriend will gift me. I am turning… well that’s not really the point. But every year I have the same feeling – a feeling that this day is in some way special – a day that’s mine – mine only. Is it ok to be excited on your birthday when you have a two year old daughter whose birthday is coming up? Well, why not. Didn’t Mark Twain say – “Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter!” So here I am, enjoying my birthday, like I have always –reminiscing old birthdays(ohh… those college birthdays were the best!), replying to email wishes, talking to friends who remembered to call and making a list of those who forgot(they surely will get a earful) . It's been a great day , it's going to be a wonderful evening with my dear ones and it’s going to be really sad when this day ends. Dear birthday, I am going to miss you. C...

She’s cranky, easily irritable and definitely in pain. My two year old daughter has a stomach infection and running to the potty too often has made her very tired. I keep thinking of what she might have eaten that got her the infection. Maybe it’s the curd she ate the other day, maybe it’s the corn, or maybe it’s just the water. I can’t see her this way. Just two days back she was bouncing around merrily playing with her toys, singing her nursery rhymes and making us laugh with her baby talk. It’s when I see her like I see her now that I feel there should be a feature put in babies, by God himself, for sad parents like me – to revert to ‘The last known good configuration’ (If you have ever used a Windows O/S you’ll know the value of it!) I am sure a lot of moms around the globe would love that!

Whoever said they did not love money are either lying or haven’t read the book ‘Rich dad, Poor dad’. Till very recently, I was one of the latter. Then my dad recommended the book and it opened my eyes! I was a simple girl, earning a decent salary in a good software company. What I earned went into the bank, I spent moderately, and as long as my bank balance was increasing I thought I was taking care of my finances. When the conversation between colleagues or friends would drift to investments, mutual funds or real estate I would slowly find my way out. For me, bears and bulls existed either in the zoo or on Animal Planet and a Portfolio was something only models made. I understood nothing from what they talked, plus I was ignorant enough to feel “Why do these people talk about money all the time?” Basically, I was classic ‘Poor dad’. Then came Rich dad! When I started to read the book I was disapproving at first, thinking the author was one of the same ‘greedy’ people I disliked. But t...

A fleeting thought, A simple advice. The naked truth, The world from my eyes. Sports- I know nothing of, Gizmos – I don’t care. Animals – I stay away from, Politics - I wouldn’t dare. I am no writer, No poet I call myself But what I write, I believe, I wear my heart upon my sleeve