The most difficult question….

There are many situations in one’s life when he is simply clueless while answering any question.

I am not talking about academic questions. But the questions that make one chew the cud.

I don’t know of others but for me the most difficult question is when I am asked “about myself”.  When I have to fill the “about me” column in the social networking sites or in any form, it’s really a hard nut to crack.

I find myself on horns of dilemma. I just don’t get words to describe myself.

I think I should send an request to everyone out there who know me, asking them to  write me back  all they know about me, my character, nature etc. etc. but that too won’t help. Coz problem is with me.

Don’t get me wrong, I obviously know all the personal details of mine. Like my name, address, sex, fathers name and blah blah……………but what I don’t know is that what kind of person I am.

When I think I am a good guy, something happens and I am tagged as a bad boy. And when I assume and start believing that I am really bad, someone comes and say that m so good, helping and good natured. My girlfriend dumped me coz she thinks that I am so boring and same time I was admired everywhere for my sense of humour.  Some think that I am darling to them and many think that I am of no use. Some think that I am intelligent, but my results never showed so, I personally think that I am so much creative but actually have no achievements to my credit. I think that my business capabilities are great but I had lost my money in some of my previous investments. Some find me cute and some hate my company. My friends say I have lots of patience, but I find my parents opposing them. I love music but what genre I like most, I am unsure…………..and this differences have no end.

I think I will never be able to solve this puzzle.

“Who m I “

Extract from the book "By the river piedra,I sat down and wept" by Paulo coelho

Love is always new. regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. if we reject it, we die out of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. we have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.
The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us.
And to save us

GOOGLE POWER

Today i had an mad idea (may be coz i had recently purchased new idea connection). i thought to search for myself on google. i was knowing that obviously i would be nowhere in google listings. but then too thought to give it a try,

so i opened mozilla firefox and entered "vishal hinduja" in the google toolbar.Within a second it displayed the results ..........
and i was shocked to see the results. it was that i never dreamt of.

There were more than four or five links for me on first page itself.

SALUTE to google power, i was so pleased that it has listings even for "good for nothing" human beings, like me.

yaa i admit that there may be many people who may find this an very ordinary and usual thing but for me it was hard to belive.

There was also a site named facesearch on that page. http://www.facesaerch.com/face/vishal+hinduja

Out of curosity i clicked that link. a beautiful black coloured with flying pictures opened.
now this was the moment i was all agog. that site was even showing my picture.
this all was like a cock and bull story.
i simply stared at my picture for next 10 minutes. then somehow i come out of that fancy to the homepage where i was searching myself.
i saw the "images" link in the top left of my screen and in no time i clicked that too. the page was displaying all the pictures i had uploaded long back on my picassa album.
it was really amazing to see all the pics again.

Once again HATS OFF to google power, who helped to search myself. now its time to check out for other sites too..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

no no....its not my birthday. actually m feeling little guity on my part......i always forget birthdays of my dear and near ones. its the fourth or fifth time in a year i had forgotten my dear ones to wish them on their birthdays.......vaise unki bhi galti hai.....4-5 din pehle bday party ka invitation bhejna chahiye taki yaad rahe(shame on me). so frm now m gonna write everybody's bday and anniversaries in my diary and i swear not to forget anyone's birthday from now...... sorry frds.....

MY FIRST BLOG

bahut time se soch raha tha to start writing blogs.
here is the moment.
i,vishal kumar hinduja is ready to dive into the deep ocean of blog writing
but i hardly know anything abt writting blogs. my grammer is also little poor.
but time teaches all. hope mein bhi sab sikh jau....i dont know ki koi padne wala bhi hai ki nahi mere blogs.. nevermind i will keep trying to improve.
The line that is motivating me these days from the book of poulo coelho is
"DREAMS MEAN WORK" and while writing this blog i m dreaming that one day my blogs will be very popular among masses.......hoping for the best.........

The Making Of A Mother

By the time the Lord made mothers, He was into the sixth day working overtime. An Angel appeared and said "Why are you spending so much time on this one?"
And the Lord answered and said, "Have you read the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not elastic; have 200 movable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that can hold three children at one time and that disappears when she stands up; have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart; and have six pairs of hands."
The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. "Six pairs of hands! No way!" said the Angel.
The Lord replied, "Oh, it's not the hands that are the problem. It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have!"
"And that's on the standard model?" the Angel asked.
The Lord nodded in agreement, "Yep, one pair of eyes are to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head are to see what she needs to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair are here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an errant child and saying that she understands and loves him or her without even saying a single word."
The Angel tried to stop the Lord "This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish."
"But I can't!" The Lord protested, "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand in the shower."
The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, "But you have made her so soft, Lord."
"She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."
"Will she be able to think?" asked the Angel.
The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate."
The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like You have a leak with this model. I told You that You were trying to put too much into this one."
"That's not a leak." the Lord objected. "That's a tear!"
"What's the tear for?" the Angel asked.
The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride."
The Angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything for this one. You even created the tear!"The Lord looked at the Angel and smiled and said, "I'm afraid you are wrong again. I created the woman, but she created the tear!"

POSITIVE THOUGHT- A STRONG TOOL OF SUCCESS

Once opon a time there was bunch of tiny frogs.....who arranged a running competition the goal was to reach the top of very high tower.The big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on the contestants....the race began......honestly, no one in crowd really believed that the tiny frog would reach the top of tower.You heard statements such as:they will NEVER make it to the top.or:not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!The tiny frog began collapsing. one by one...Exept for those, who in fresh tempo were climbing higher and higher.....the crowd continue to yell-its too difficult!!! no one will make it!more tiny frogs got tired and gave up.....,,,,but one continued higher and higher and higher....This one wouldnt give up!at the end everyone else had given up climbing the tower, except for one tiny frog that, after a big effort, was the only one who reached the top!THEN all the other tiny frogs naturally wanted to know how this one frog managed to do it?A contestent asked the tiny frog how he had found the strength to succeed and reach the goal.it turned out....that the winner was deaf!!!!Never listen to other people tendencies to be negative or passimistic....because they take your most wonderful dreams and wishes away from you- the ones you have in your heart!