We die to finish school,
den die to start college,
den die to start working,
den die to marry,
den die to retire
finally while dying,
we realiase that we
forgot something we forgot to
- People write diaries. Their diaries describe their personality.
I write on my blog. It describes me way too well. :D
My writing takes me places my mind never wanted to go
Everyone writes. From the ink of their thoughts, by the pen of their mind on the page of their face. Everyone writes.I love to write. It is a passion; a compulsion; something that gives me an avenue to express myself. I write when I am happy; when I am sad or when an issue touches my heart. I find inspiration to write in every aspect of life.
This blog is dedicated to anything and everything that fills my thoughts and occupies cranial space
Monday, May 25, 2009
'While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 yr old son picked stone & scratched lines on the side of the car.In anger, the man took the child's hand & hit it many times, not realizing he was using a wrench..At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father....With painful eyes he asked 'Dad when will my fingers grow back?'Man was so hurt and speechless. He went back to car and kicked it a lot of times.Devastated by his own actions...... sitting in front of that car he looked at the scratches, child had written 'LOVE YOU DAD'.The next day that man committed suicide. . .Anger and Love have no limits; choose the later to have a beautiful & lovely life....Things are to be used and people are to be loved, but the problem in today's world is that, People are used and things are loved......