Gerald D'Cunha

If we are too serious, we can't live in this world!  And, if we have not 'lived' here, in this world, the heaven-gates will be shut for us! Seriously! There was this man by the name Pascal. All his life, he remained a celibate and he was extremely proud of this fact. One day, at a very ripe age of hundred, this virgin died, and as he had always expected, went straight to heaven.   However, at the heaven's gate, Pascal had to encounter the heaven-in-charge, the grand-old-man - St. Perter. "So Pascal, have you loved a woman in your hundred-year life?" Peter asked, straightaway. "No, never... Ever," Pascal asserted, brimming with pride that he had never touched a woman, all his life. "Have you not loved your neighbour?" the grand-old Peter quizzed. "What? When I had chosen to live a clean life, how can you expect me to covet my neighbour's wife?" Pascal was annoyed at this s...

This world is not flat, it is round. It has people of all types... not just one type, flat. One of these types is known as 'Dog-in-the-manger types'. They will neither do any good work, nor will allow anyone else to do it. Aesop, in one of his fables, made these fellows very popular, very familiar. This was that fable: Long time ago, in one of the villages, there lived a farmer. He had a couple of cows and a dog. One day, the cows had been out and, back home, the dog was hungry. He went around everywhere looking for food but in vain. Finally, he landed up at the stable and, found there some fresh hay in the manger. He tried to eat it, but he couldn't. "How unfair can be our Master," he cribbed,” So much for the cows, and nothing for me." Then, he slept in the manger, right over the hay, and declared, "I will not allow those cows to eat it, either." In the evening, the cows returned to the stable, hungry. But, when they went near the manger, th...

If you kick a rock, it won't bleed; but, your foot will. How angry you are, how frustrated, how justified... the rock will not understand. You better take your anger and frustration in some other way, try to justify in a saner way. A rock is a rock... It has no blood, no life. You better understand. I thought this way, just a few nights ago. A young couple, who stayed on the third floor of one of our buildings, was kicking the lift angrily, and frantically. I happened to pass by the scene. "What happened?" I asked them. Being the Chairman had given me that licence... at least to encounter gently an agitated member. "What happened?" the couple countered. "For fifteen minutes, we have been stranded here; they do this all the time," the young lady shouted. "Who? What they do?" I asked. "They don't close the lift door properly," the man replied. "But, sir, the lift is down... and the complaint has been lodged...Any moment, the ...