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My net is again giving me trouble...So, I'll be on and off guys...!

i think i should go off.
me feeling depressed.
c ya later

@bliss - d inner voice story loved it.i learn everyday a new lesson from adda but forget it d next day.lol this mtnl net!

Just my parents really...they had an argument in the morning and the tension just lingered all day. I felt kinda irritated, but didn't wanna spoil the Diwali atmosphere by being angry...but internally...I can't help but be angry at both of them for arguing. The argument was releveant to Diwali and was justified...but it's Diwali mannnn...you gotta be bright nd happy..not miffed. So was irritated...usually I show my anger very very very clearly by lack of communication..stomping up the stairs...closing my door loudly...nd the likes...but today I was quite normal. Felt odd...is that how u should be...should u hide u rfeelings or is it apt to show em?

You Sure Are Lucky...

Ken Morris

Northwest Airlines Captain
Reprinted with permission
from Passages Magazine

It was a hot, muggy August afternoon, and I had every
reason to feel sorry for myself. A comedy of hassles began
with the normal airport security gauntlet, followed by a random drug test, and a missed flight home due to a number of mechanical, weather and late inbound flight problems. Now my flight home was full and late.

During the usual pandemonium at the gate, I noticed a 5-year-old boy standing by his mother and watching me. He looked at me, then my bag, then back at me.

Cautiously, he left his mother's side and slowly began to walk toward me, glancing between my bag, his mother, and me.

"Great," I thought, "now I have to baby-sit a 5-year-old. My day is now complete."

As he came closer, I was both relieved and alarmed that it wasn't me he was after. It was my hat!

I started to tell him not to bother my things, but something made me stop and watch. He stopped in front of my bag, looking at my hat, then up at me.

With wide eyes, he gently touched the bill of my hat. Running his index finger slowly along the edge, carefully touching the emblem.

Again, he looked up at me, now smiling, but saying nothing. I asked him if he would like to wear my captain hat.

He excitedly nodded his head, still smiling. I placed my hat on his head, but it fell down around his ears. He didn't seem to mind and held it up in the proper position with both hands. He ran to show his mother, then back to me still smiling from ear to ear.

With much reverence and ceremony, he slowly removed my hat with both hands and presented it to me as though it were the crown jewels.

I put my hat on and gave him an airplane card. This, too, he held with both hands in awe.

After this exchange, he still hadn't spoken, although I knew he was excited. I also was happy that I had been briefly distracted from my self-pity fest.

Still holding the card carefully with both hands, he looked up at me and said, "Mister, you sure are lucky."

"Yes," I said, "I sure am."

I contemplated the wisdom of a 5-year-old, as I got the last seat on that flight home.

Arshi 🤗 🤗 🤗 Tension lene ka nahin...dene ka!

Manna: We are our experiences...Absolutely! But you know we don't always wear our hearts on our sleeves, do we? If I'm not wrong, it's Gandhiji who said never ever apologize for your feelings, because if you do then you are apologizing for the truth! And, we do that all the time...Either we hide our feelings or we end up being sorry for ourselves! I don't know what kind of a mother I'll make, but one thing is for sure...I'll always encourage my little ones to show what they feel...be it anger, envy or anything...! I wish the world had not labelled these as the negative feelings...Coz in the end nothing is absolute good or bad!
And, I think I have drifted away from the topic...LOL!

@manna- i don't know why why we ppl made it a custum or something that we should be happy on this occassion or that occassion? do feelings ask us before coming in our mind.they don't know that it is diwali or what.personally i feel very awkward that we should be happy on d specific day.arguments can happen between anyone at any time.we need to forgive and foget and try to keep smiling.

Arshi: True girl...! But somehow, I do believe we should be all happy and cheerful on festive occasions...But, not hide our feelings if feeling otherwise! The thing is that we are celebrating a spirit of togetherness whatever be the festival, so what I do try to avoid is any unnecessary arguments! I just hate it when my mom and bro get into an argument on days like these, which they usually do and then end up listening a big lecture from me as if I were their grandmum!!! 😆

One last story for the day...A beautiful one...

Making Sandcastles

Author Unknown

Hot sun. Salty air. Rhythmic waves.

A little boy is on his knees scooping and packing the sand with plastic shovels into a bright blue bucket. Then he upends the bucket on the surface and lifts it. And, to the delight of the little architect, a castle tower is created.

All afternoon he will work. Spooning out the moat. Packing the walls. Bottle tops will be sentries. Popsicle sticks will be bridges. A sandcastle will be built.

Big city. Busy streets. Rumbling traffic.

A man is in his office. At his desk he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments. He cradles the phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers. Numbers are juggled and contracts are signed and much to the delight of the man, a profit is made.

All his life he will work. Formulating the plans. Forecasting the future. Annuities will be sentries. Capital gains will be bridges. An empire will be built.

Two builders of two castles. They have much in common. They shape granules into grandeurs. They see nothing and make something. They are diligent and determined. And for both the tide will rise and the end will come.

Yet that is where the similarities cease. For the boy sees the end while the man ignores it. Watch the boy as the dusk approaches.

As the waves near, the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to clap. There is no sorrow. No fear. No regret. He knew this would happen. He is not surprised. And when the great breaker crashes into his castle and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles. He smiles, picks up his tools, takes his father's hand, and goes home.

The grownup, however, is not so wise. As the wave of years collapses on his castle he is terrified. He hovers over the sandy monument to protect it. He blocks the waves from the walls he has made. Salt-water soaked and shivering he snarls at the incoming tide.

"It's my castle," he defies.

The ocean need not respond. Both know to whom the sand belongs...

I don't know much about sandcastles. But children do. Watch them and learn. Go ahead and build, but build with a child's heart. When the sun sets and the tides take - applaud. Salute the process of life and go home.