Wednesday, May 24, 2006

The Story of the Mexican Fisherman

An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.

The Mexican replied, "only a little while."

The American then asked why didn't he stay out longer and catch more fish?

The Mexican said he had enough to support his family's immediate needs.

The American then asked, "but what do you do with the rest of your time?"

The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siestas with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine, and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life."

The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat, you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing, and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually New York City, where you will run your expanding enterprise."

The Mexican fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?"

To which the American replied, "15 - 20 years."

"But what then?" asked the Mexican.

The American laughed and said, "That's the best part. When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions!"

"Millions - then what?"

The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siestas with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos."
-- From the internet. Author unknown.
Note: Do let me know if anybody knows who came up with this so that I can credit accordingly.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Pretty woman





Main shaayar to nahin

Main shaayar to nahin,

magar ae haseen
Jab se dekha maine tujhko
Mujhko shaayari aa gayi...

Main aashiq to nahin,

magar ae haseen
Jab se dekha maine tujhko

Mujhko aashiqui aa gayi

Main shaayar to nahin...

Pyaar ka naam

maine suna tha magar
Pyaar kya hai,

yeh mujhko nahin thi khabar...

Main to uljha raha

uljhanon ki tarha
Doston mein raha

dushmanon ki tarha

Main dushman to nahin

Main dushman to nahin,

magar ae haseen
Jab se dekha maine tujhko
Mujhko dosti aa gayi

Main shaayar to nahin...

Sochta hoon agar

main
dua maangta
Haath apne uthaakar

main kya maangta...

Jab se tujhse mohabbat

main karne laga

Tab se jaise ibaadat

main karne laga

Main kaafir to nahin

Main kaafir to nahin,

magar ae haseen
Jab se dekha maine tujhko
Mujhko bandagi aa gayi


Main shaayar to nahin,

magar ae haseen
Jab se dekha maine tujhko
Mujhko shaayari aa gayi

Main shaayar to nahin...








Note:

1) Text in blue - Lyrics from the Hindi song 'Main Shair To Nahin', from the movie 'Bobby'.
2) Pictures of Smriti Rao - Downloaded from Discuss TV, originally uploaded by user 'dhekun'.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Weekend

Stairways shake,
Little feet
Run unleashed.

Work & worry
Locked away,
Farewells bidden,
Ways part.

Fallen mangoes
Lie unpicked.
Hope reconciles
Drained souls.

Grumpy faces
Display cheer;
Festoons flutter,
Shoppers surface,
Evening smiles...

Dusk fades,
Last bus
Empties out,
Dogs laze
Under lamp-lit corners.
Bag lighter,
Heart easier,
I stroll home.