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FOCUS ON WHAT MATTERS

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  “Things which matter most should never be at the mercy of things which matter least.” Johann Wolfgan von Goethe   E arly in the morning, a couple of days ago, my eyes fell on this book recommended on a digital-marketing site:     I loved the title – ‘FOCUS ON WHAT MATTERS’. It seemed, as though the author had written the book exclusively for me! So, instantly, I remembered a dear friend and a well-wisher, and wanted to share how I was feeling. I texted to him: “Good morning … The title of this book reminded me of you… Thanks for helping me to get out of that ‘s..thole’!” One can imagine how ‘dirty’ that word was… I did not say that ‘world’ … ‘that place’. By the way, which place am I talking about? In life, any place can be a ‘s..thole’ when staying there only makes life unpleasant, dirty, destructive… You see, we all make choices in life only as per our given level of awareness. So, you and I will never get into any s..thole with our eyes...

THE WEAKEST LINK

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Thapa was the trusted and loyal servant of Balasaheb Thackeray. People, like you and me, would have never known this fact. We came to know about it only during the final journey of the charismatic Sena-chief. Thapa, who served his master for years on, was now there as one of the Thackeray family-members… He was there on the funeral-carriage through out the final journey… He was there to light the final pyre. I consider it to an incredible honor for a simple soul like Thapa… His life is blessed! When Bruce Wayne (The Batman) was a child, his super-rich parents were killed by a mugger and the child was left alone on the dark streets… He was rescued and raised by the family Butler, Alfred. Every time I watch a Batman movie, I really wonder what would have been Bruce’s life without this physical and moral anchor – this trusted and loyal Butler - Alfred… the ‘Rock’! “A chain is as strong as its weakest link,” it is an age-old saying. The weakness o...
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...