the forth of joolai

There was the stupid team outing! Some silly resort, the sillier team members, the crowds from eight other companies, the drunker brawl between us and a second company and then going back to office to do some work that happy venkatan had asked me to do made the day rather drab. Vicky (short for victorious god of the heavens) was sleepy having stayed up in office till 3 in the morning. I just wanted to drop him off and hit the gym to burn the gulab jamoons and ice cream I had eaten. But life had slightly different things in store and aint I glad that life had slightly different plans for me.

So me and Vicky ended up talking for over three and a half hours about life, God, destiny, the Gita, his life, my life and a whole bunch of other things. He is a fine chap, and it was awesome to listen to him talk about what he has been through in life and more importantly what he has learned from that and how he applies that in his everyday life and life in general.

I cannot express what I felt after speaking to him, it is something so personal that it can only be felt. But the biggest things are that I feel i have found a friend and something has increased my resolve to study the SrimadBhagvadGita.

Thanks Vicky!

And yes in remembrance of this lovely evening I post one of your favourite words (Thanks Rudyard Kipling for this)

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling