Quote of the day

Our unity lies in our laughing with each other, not at each other.

- Jug Suraiya (TOI)

"Thank You"

Today was a "Thank You" day for me. I sent thank you emails to people who I felt I should have sent to; for their support in past few days. Some people, I know, don't think much and accept it. But some people may feel embarrassed. Even I'd feel the same if someone expresses it so explicitly. And still, I sent it to someone today. Someone very old! I hope he doesn't feel embarrassed about it. Maybe, I shouldn't have sent that. Anyway, now the email has gone. If he feels so and doesn't reply, I will know why. I'll take care of it next time. But I know he is a good person and won't despise me.

I was about to write "But next time, I'm not going to send such things to people I have doubt on, as this creates complexities more to me than to them.", in this blog post and he replied. I'm relieved from the complexities! :) There are nice people in the world who know how to handle praises without offending next person. Does that come with age? :)

जुनी diary

जुनी diary चाळत असताना त्यातले एक पान कोरे मिळाले. तारीख पाहिली आणि भूतकाळात सहज डोकावून पाहिले तर आठवले कि हा तो दिवस होता ज्या दिवशी diary ची मुळी गरजच नव्हती. ती आठवण अजुन ही ताजी आहे.

Fear of Transition Gone!

It was only yesterday night I finished thinking/blogging(not published yet)/accepting  about the changes that I'm going to face after I'll get married, became bit nervous and this morning I read this - http://cycle-diaries.blogspot.in/

That's too inspiring! I'm enlightened. :)

Respect one's privacy

I hate when someone interferes with my privacy which I don't intend to share. Afterall, I have right to hide things about *my* life. It's my life. I will disclose when it's the right time. Why can't people wait and watch? I'll tell when I'll feel comfortable. As long as you are not involved in the matter, why do you care? I'd appreciate your patience. 

Reliance is not reliable.

Sense of Life

In one of the books of hers, Ayn Rand says - 

To the extent to which a man is mentally active, i.e., motivated by the desire to know, to understand, his mind works as the programmer of his emotional computer-and his sense of life develops into a bright counterpart of a rational philosophy. To the extent to which a man evades, the programming of his emotional computer is done by chance influences; by random impressions, associations, imitations, by undigested snatches of environmental bromides, by cultural osmosis. If evasion or lethargy is a man's predominant method of mental functioning, the result is a sense of life dominated by fear-a soul like a shapeless piece of clay stamped by footprints going in all directions. (In later years, such a man cries that he has lost his sense of identity; the fact is that he never acquired it.)

So True!