Attitude...What is it?

People say that attitude is a small thing which makes a big difference. It is also said that our attitude defines us. Attitude...Attitude...Attitude...

We come across this term often than we think about it. Everybody out there is preaching what it takes to be a winner and the first thing to possess in a winner's character is a winning attitude. A confident person takes on things without hesitation. Has a positive outlook even in failure.

The winning person treats both success and failure the same. That is his attitude.

All these sounds very nice to hear and when we hear all these, we are really inspired to think that way and we are also convinced that we have the best attitude that is out there. But, how truly awesome is our attitude?

Are we courageous enough to face who we are?

Can we take a look in the mirror and see ourselves as who we are, rather than who we think ourselves to be? That is really difficult to do and it takes a lot of courage to do that.

Well, I might sound very philosophical to you. However, I just feel like writing on. Of late, I have realized that I had completely different notions of who I was. When in reality, I was a completely different person. Even to accept what kind of a person I was, it took a great deal of struggle. Its not necessarily wrong that you are a different person. We might think of ourselves as a completely utterless and useless person, and in reality we might be the most useful person on the job. We might think of ourselves as a coward, but we might be a very brave person. And it can be the other way round as well. Whatever it is, the first step to progess is to realize who we are!

Getting to know oneself is the best journey one can get onto. The more we discover ourselves, the more we fall in love with ourselves. I found the courage to face myself and I am continously working on improving myself. It is true that people want to give advice to us. There are loads of people out there who want to point out our mistakes and make jibes at us. But, true friends are those who insist on correcting us everytime they think we are doing something wrong. They are the people who love us who help us during the lowest of times and share our joy in all times.

Treat success and failure alike, then you are truly successful. This is a great saying, and to be frank I was never able to treat success and failure alike. When I failed, I was sullen. When I was successful, I was on top of the world. To develop this kind of attitude, I figured out that I would never be able to treat success and failure the same if I succeeded. However, due to continous failure, it was hard to stay dull for a long time. And I finally started seeing what attitude those people who quoted those great sayings talked about. Once, I was able to look past things as accomplishments/ trophies, I was able to understand the objective of each mission. Taking the outcome into consideration will never help me be a perfectionist and possess a right attitude. Hardwork never goes in vain. Every failure is taking me one step closer to success. Every failure is making me a stronger person. Every step I take will be with more objectivity and passion. Thus, every moment in our life is a teaching moment if we are willing to learn.
Learn everyday. Learn everywhere. Learn everytime.

What is attitude?
It is your outlook to life.

What is attitude?
It is your will to succeed.

What is attitude?
It is how you take your failure to be your stepping stone to success.

What is attitude?
It is how you define your next move based on your current success.

What is attitude?
It is the path to self-discovery.

Telangana – Social Loss Due to Immaturity

“Any man can make mistakes, but only an idiot persists in his error.” – Marcus Tullius Cicero

This statement stands correct for the persisting issue of the division of Andhra Pradesh into Telangana and Andhra. The revolution which initially started out with a great intention of developing the Telangana region finally ended up as a fight of egos between the so- called leaders of the state. The fight which took place between the very few of the state has caused a huge amount of loss for the entire state. The position to which Andhra Pradesh has reached with great struggle over the past years went dropped down, all this in just a month’s time due to the state “bandhs” which were organized in protests of Telangana and Andhra. Difference of opinion on Telangana issue prevailed in every party and this issue saw to it that there was no unity existing among the leaders of the state.

The present ruling Congress party under Sonia Gandhi’s leadership lacked democratic decision making to solve such sensitive issues. Many political observers believe that Congress has an unspoken hand behind this political drama. The cold war which followed between KCR and Lagadapati, after the Centre’s decision of passing the bill looked just like the fight between two kindergarten kids fighting over their favourite chocolate. The fights, bandhs, protests which occurred in Andhra Pradesh lacked the maturity and common sense. The Prajarajyam Chief, Chiranjeevi has proved that the right place for an actor is a film industry. The announcement of the new state due to the worsening of ill-health of K.Chandrasekhara Rao, TRS chief, will in the future lead to a new fashion of hunger strike as their tool to achieve their goals. This fashion of hunger strike can show the foolish nature of the human beings. The leaders of the state, who are picked out to be the representatives of the state have brought shame to the state and let the whole nation down because of their personal rifts.

This comes as a wake-up call for the youth to take intelligent and intellect driven decisions while picking up their leaders. Voting is a very important process and the majority of youth have never taken interest in politics due to such immaturity displayed by the leaders elders. However, I strongly believe that to change the system, we, the educated youth have to enter politics and lead the nation towards a better future. And participate in the growth of the nation by voting intelligently.

Dirty Display of Money

Once again the question of how efficient the Indian Government is, comes into question as the Politicians launch into rallies of self promotion. When someone talks about ‘politician’ and ‘self promotion’, the first person which comes to mind is Mayawati. She crossed quite the limits when she got herself garlanded with 1000 rupee notes, twice. Each garland was estimated to be around a few crores each. At one end, the ministers talk about the lack of financial resources and at the other end we find the same politicians themselves wasting money on unnecessary activities.

Despite of all these pointless activities, people seem to be fine with this extravagant display and wastage of money. The party members insist on giving such gifts to Mayawati and as a leader, Mayawati lacks what is called integrity, modesty and compassion for her duty. Why isn’t some action being taken against such leaders? And why don’t the leaders themselves realize that there exist oppressed people and destitute in the society who need their attention and care. Instead of wasting money in such a needless activity, they could have spent this money in making better the situation of many of the people who lie fall under the category of the “Below Poverty Line”.

I call upon the Youth to take the situation in to their hands and revolt against such foolish acts by the Politicians. It is upto the youth to exercise their voting power and elect the right kind of leaders who will do justice to their duty and not use the power for their own benefit. Finally, I would like to reinstate that the Public has a very important role to play in the economic growth of the country and that they should take a stand in such situations.

Source: Youth Ki Awaaz

Life-time Punishment for An Innocent Mistake?

In which world would one say that jail is the penalty for an innocent mistake that occurred because of fear? Fear has always been the cause of mistakes and it continues to rake its power. No one in their wide awake life would think that one day they would wake up, do one small mistake and land up in jail for that. A 13- year old, fearing punishment from his father boarded the first train he spotted at his local railway station at Lahore and he had no idea that the train he had boarded was Samjhauta Express and even less inkling, that he would land in prison on the Indian side of the border due to his fear.

It has been over a month since this young kid has been held captive in the Juvenile Prison. A student of class VII in a government school in Lahore, he misses his mother, little sister and group of friends he used to hang out with. Now, even his father’s stern punishments seem sweet compared to the unfriendly, harsh treatment that he is getting in India. The Pakistani boy naively looked at the journalists and asked if he could not be forgiven his “small mistake” and allowed to be reunited with his family so that he can lead his normal life.

The boy recalls that he was as usual hanging out with his friends and when it was time for him to go home; he had panicked and boarded the train which landed him this trouble. But even this was nothing compared to what followed. The boy was taken into custody and then he was accused of violating various sections of the law for running afoul of the Indian Passengers Act and the Foreigners Act. Since then, he had been held in the Juvenile Prison. Even his pleas for making an overseas phone call to his family have been turned down by the Indian authorities of the Juvenile.

Why this injustice? Wasn’t it always considered that human justice is the foremost duty of humanity? We, as Indians who have always been famous for their helping nature should make new rules so that the Innocent don’t suffer. There should be a separate law which would provide facilities to such innocent kids to be deported immediately to their countries. Such incidents appal us and make us realize our duties as humans. We should take a stand and help such innocents against injustice.

Source: Youth Ki Awaaz, The Hindu

LOVE!!!

Hello people!! I am in a mood to write and couldn’t think of any topic. So I came up with this topic which always puzzles me. Love ….the word itself sounds fascinating. What is so special about this four lettered word? Why does this word cause so many sensations in a person? Why is this the reason for many great things in the world? Why is this a reason for destruction? What is so great about the word love? Is it the word love that is special…or the feeling that is felt as one says “love”. As the word love is uttered, the first thing that comes to one mind is the feelings and emotions between a young girl and boy. Many people say that love is beautiful and it should be experienced during the young age. What do they mean? Love during young age? Doesn’t it sound awkward? Yes, it does.
Many students call Love as loss of valuable education. some say its waste of time. some call it the uncontrollable sensations that arise due to over secretion of hormones at that tender age. is that all true? different people have different opinions, right? so what is love all about?? love....let me just think...
it is the best feeling in the world. the feeling that you are loved by someone and there is someone there for you in this world always makes you feel secure in this everchanging world. And according to me, love has got nothing to do with age. love can blossom at any age. loving is caring. love is strongest friendship. if you care for a person with all your heart, then you surely love them. the feeling of love is awesome. i am glad i am loved by my family, friends. lets love to make our world a better place!!

Great People!!! Great thoughts!!!!

"Some men see things as they are and say, why?? I dream that things never were and say, why not??" This was a quotation from George Bernard Shaw which I have picked up from Jeffrey Archer's book "Shall we tell the President?". It's really amazing to see how great people's minds work. I liked this quote of his a lot. This quote of his resembles many of my thoughts which made me to be attracted to this quote.

so, people never ever stop from thinking differently and though people wont be able to get your ideas, never ever give up.

The Power Of Ancient India

"I have travelled the length and breadth of India and I have not seen one person who is a thief. Such a wealth I have seen in this country, such high moral values, people of such calibre, that I do not think we could ever conquer this country, unless we break the very backbone of this nation, which is her spiritual and cultural heritage, and therefore I propose that we replace her old and ancient education system, her culture, for if the Indians that all that is foreign and English is good and greater than their own, they will lose their self esteem, their native self capture and they will become what we want them, a truly dominated nation."
This was said by Lord Macauly in his speech of February 2, 1835 in British Parliament.
This was how our country used to be. Our education system which we have now is the system which was established by Lord Macauly. The system, the path we follow shows us that we are a truly dominated nation. We find that foreign culture is greater than ours which makes us dominated. As I read the above statement made by Lord Macauly I felt that he had accomplished what he wanted to. He has made India a dominated nation as we see India now in it's present condition. How do we get back the status that India once held? This was the first thought that occured to me as I read his statement. This was once answered by a great person (whom I am unable to recall) that unless the education system which we have is changed, we cannot even think of bringing back the glory that India once had. I think that to change the system of education we have, is not a single man's work. It needs teamwork , but who would take the responsibility? We...the students of India..have the power to do it, but are we actually ready to do this??

the hullabaloo in the train

This is one of the experiences which will always remain in my mind...but this one's different coz this is remembered not in the general "oh what days they were? lovely times ...hope they come back"....but this one's different... this comes into the category...” oh! I had enough experience the first time I had it...I never want another experience like that...” I was really dumbfounded to find people act in such a manner as I will put it down for u all....but as I was experiencing the situations, I felt i had to write it down. So here fellas...here starts the experience.
The day started in a normal manner. I woke up around 11 in the morning as it was a Sunday and the previous night I stayed up till about four in the morning with my cousins’ madhuri and kanthi. Staying up till four has become normal for us as we had holidays. We stay up and do what we feel like. Doing c or just talking and commenting...the actual day starts for us around 10 at night and continues till 4. That is the time which we are following now....I know it’s an unearthly hour....but u will quite enjoy it if u were with the three of us. As soon as I wake up, I still have the remains of laziness all around me and my heart always wants me to get back into bed. This day was no different but I dragged myself out of bed telling that the time is already 11 and that I was an idiot to be sleeping till such an odd time.
After I woke up, I saw the "vote for taj mahal" on the TV. I took that issue seriously and voted as many times as possible. Then Bhagawan mavayya gave me an idea that I create id in names of all the people I knew and send votes from those ids. I liked it and sat down at once on a computer and started doing what taavu said. It was fun coz I was creating ids in a very funny manner and making jokes out of it. I think in all I created about 10 ids or more, but I sat down doing this till about two in the afternoon. Then suddenly it occurred to me that I didn’t take bath. I panicked as I had to leave for the station in about two hours as I was going to Visakhapatnam with Gowri aunty that day by Godavari express. I rushed into the restroom, took a quick dip and came out. I had a light lunch at around three and wondering why I wasn’t feeling hungry. Then I came to the conclusion that may be the excitement of journey didn’t make me feel hungry. I love travelling esp. by train.
This train journey, I felt was somewhat special as I was travelling only with Gowri aunty. We both reminded each other that we both only will be travelling together and felt excited, but I didn’t know that this train journey was definitely going to be etched in my mind as it would be very eventful after we board the train (he he...didn’t expect). I packed my stuff here so that it won’t be a problem for anyone here...and packed the few things which I had to take for the journey. I was ready to leave by three thirty. Gowri aunty and me, both of us were ready.
Meanwhile Bhagawan mavayya started panicking and rushed us up to leave so that we both won’t be late, but we ended up one and half hour before the departure of the train. I bought myself a Jeffrey archer book coz recently I have been bitten by Jeffrey archer's craze. Aunty asked me to get her some magazines also....so I brought her couple of magazines. We even got us a supply of chips that would last us for some time, I like munching on something when I read books especially thriller books. We got onto train and were eagerly waiting for the train to depart. After waiting for an hour, the train started to move slowly. I felt relief at last coz I hate waiting (but most of the times i do that...what to do?? ...he he). As the train was leaving the station, I saw that there was heavy downpour in the city. It looked good. I don’t know why but rain makes me feel excited. It brings in a new life into my soul. I felt like a child and giggled all the time. We were slowly leaving the Nampalli station (the station in Hyderabad). I sat gazing out of the thick windows (thick coz we boarded the third ac compartments), rain striking the windows and joy in my heart.
There were few people in our coup who looked very boring type. I thought "oh god! How will this journey be?? Is it going to be boring??” then few more people came and started chatting with the people who were there in our coup. I happened to overhear that they were talking about retired judges and judges.... to be appointed..... So I thought that they were people who were associated to courts, lawyers or something like that. After sometime, we approached the secunderabad station. People started pouring in and out. Gowri aunty went out as her relatives where there in secunderabad station...so that she could meet them. I was left alone; suddenly two children came into our coup and sat down.
I love kids. But on seeing these two children I didn’t get the love which generally sprouts in my heart as soon as I see kids; but I thought the journey would be livened up, now that kids are there in our coup. The kids came in and started taking their shoes out. As soon as they took out their shoes, the air suddenly smelled a disgusted smell. I started coughing as i could not take in that smell. Accompanying the children came their father. He was a man who was heavily built. He had very less hair on his head. He looked funny to me as his face was oval and his head reminded me of an egg. (Sorry I seem to be rude....I know we shouldn’t laugh at people but couldn’t help it...u would know it if u also had seen that person yourself). The children started fighting among themselves (oh god!). The younger one started kicking the elder one. The younger girl looked cute but her face was in tears. The elder girl looked chubby but somehow i didn’t find her cute. I felt that her eyes and cheeks were bulging out.
Suddenly a lady rushed into and sat down on the berth beside the children. I supposed that she might be the mother of the children and she turned out to be. Gowri aunty came and i felt relieved. An old lady also got into our coup. She was accompanied by her grandson (guessed it). The grandson looked as if he is imported from America (NRI). He was settling the luggage of the old lady. The old lady started complaining about the railway system in India. So i guessed that she might also be from foreign and to be more precise US. I felt the anger which I have always felt towards NRIs who often complain about India and its system; they forget that they have also lived in this land before they went to US. (Anyways this is a separate topic, which i will surely blog some day).
The mother of the children came and started taking out the things out of her baggage. And she dumped few things on the berth. The elder girl, Maanasi (i found out as her dad was calling her that...nice name na?) asked her mom to change her jeans as they got wet. her mom responded in a very raucous voice that she was searching for another jean for her to put on when she removes the one she is wearing. The girl became silent and looked in our direction. Seeing these people I felt uncomfortable. Probably because i am used to privacy or that these people were in such a hullabaloo fashion. The younger one, Nandini started crying again. I didn’t understand why she was crying. The father said to his wife in Hindi thinking that we might not understand Hindi. I tried reading my Jeffrey archer book in all this confusion so that I can divert my mind. Unexpectedly, the couple started arguing. Oh god!! what is happening?? Aunty and me, we looked into each other's eyes. We both were feeling very much out of the world. After a small heated discussion the couple settled on something. (phew!!).
Suddenly, the mother started unbuttoning the jeans of the elder girl (I calculated that she might be studying third or something around that). The girl looked at me and whispered something in her mom's ears. I wondered whether she was feeling shy in my presence and her mother later confirmed that my thoughts were correct. The mother asked me to go to the other side so that she could change her daughter's dress. I left and came back after few minutes. Gowri aunty saw my face and started laughing. (what to do?? we were in such a situation. phoooo!!!). The younger girl started crying as she didn’t get to do the same thing as her elder sister. (oh god! kids...they are so stupid at times!!). The dad started consoling her and asked the mom to change for the younger one also. Mom looked at her younger daughter in a very sarcastic manner which made the young girl cry again (in a fresh way.....oooohhhh!!!). At last the tantrum of the girl stopped as she was also changed into a new dress by her mother.
After the dressing was over, the children settled. The mother pounced on the food. The children were also given food packets, they ate what they could and the rest was gobbled by the parents. After that, the elder girl was made to go to the topmost berth. Seeing her sister go, the younger one also wanted to go (nothing wrong....younger kids always try to imitate what their elder sisters do....even I did so when I was small). Without bothering about the kids, the mother went to sleep. When she was sleeping, she reminded me of a character from Ramayana, soorpanakha (the rakshasi). (sorry to be rude, but couldn’t help thinking in that way...). The younger one started crying again, I just didn’t get the point why she keeps crying. it seems as if she has a whole tanker inside her especially for her crying sake... (he he!! tried to sound funny...but i think it didn’t..). The elder girl asked her parents to get her down as she was feeling frightened on the top berth, but the parents did heed her at all. She cried out of fear, but they didnt care at all and instead shouted on her. I felt bad for the girl, poor girl. How can the parents be so stupid?? Cant they see that the girl is afraid and they should help her out instead of scolding her?? Then i thought parenting is really an art and understood why so many books are published as guides for parenting.
I got back to my book. The book was quite interesting. Many people started coming to our coup. These people were that elder people's friends. These all were Government employees. All of them assembled here for their dinner. Aunty and I thought that we could have our dinner after all of them get dispersed. Seeing so many people, I thought this was the most eventful train journey I ever had. After those people completed their dinner, they started talking about lands, their costs, etc. Aunty told me that they were real estate consultants. (oh!! quite interesting). Hearing their talks, the old lady sat up and asked them whether she could also participate in their conversation or whether she could hear their conversations. (it sounded funny...anyone can listen to their conversation even without asking coz they were speaking so loudly...he he). She told she was a retired English lecturer in Andhra university and that she was now living in US (which confirmed my theory about her...after all...its me!!!!). Aunty and I thought that’s it time to have dinner, and let’s have it though they didn’t disperse. We finished it very fast. The old lady asked me my berth which was a lower berth in exchange for her upper side berth. I gave it to her immediately without thinking (have to be generous na?!! she was an old lady ...).
After dinner, I climbed up the upper berth and started peacefully reading the book. It was quite interesting. I read it until I felt sleepy. I put my book down and was about to fall asleep. I was thinking that i never had such a ride in my life with so many types of people and I thought that it was over when the train stopped at some station, and few people entered into the bogie making so much noise. (ohh! god!! don’t people have the minimum common sense that at such a late hour ...people will be sleeping). Anyways, the people came in and started talking loudly to their friends who were my co-passengers. They left the train as the train started to leave that station. That’s the day’s events in short for u all.

To conclude with, I learnt lots of lessons through this experience of mine. After this incident, i recollected a statement which i saw in my friend's profile "Different people...Different attitudes". Those parents taught me the importance of attitude, love. I recollected how Bhagawan mavayya was so loving and how he took good care of children. "LOVE IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN LIFE". That’s what I realised. You should be very loving, never lose patience and I was thankful to god that I had such great parents. "I realised, though I already knew, that I have lovely parents." (some faults may be there; after all they are also humans.) and to be decent is also quite important. I am decent, I know that but still mentioning that point again coz that’s the most important thing of this post. I think I am getting quite "lectury" now. So ending this post here. Thought would share this with you all.....