Balance Sheet Of Life
Our Birth is our Opening Balance !
Our Death is our Closing Balance!
Our Prejudiced Views are our Liabilities
Our Creative Ideas are our Assets
Heart is our Current Asset
Soul is our Fixed Asset
Brain is our Fixed Deposit
Thinking is our Current Account
Achievements are our Capital
Character Morals, our Stock-in-Trade
Friends are our General Reserves
Values Behaviour are our Goodwill
Patience is our Interest Earned
Love is our Dividend
Children are our Bonus Issues
Education is Brands / Patents
Knowledge is our Investment
Experience is our Premium Account
The Aim is to Tally the Balance Sheet
Accurately.
The Goal is to get the Best Presented Accounts Award.
Some very Good and Very bad things
The most destructive habit.......Worry
The greatest Joy.........
....Giving
The greatest loss... ...Loss of
self-respect
The most satisfying work.....Helping others
The ugliest personality trait...Selfishness
The most endangered species. Dedicated leaders
Our greatest natural resource.....Our youth
The greatest "shot in the arm"..Encouragement
The greatest problem to overcome.. ....Fear
The most effective sleeping pill Peace of mind
The most crippling failure disease....Excuses
The most powerful force in life... .Love
The most dangerous pariah......A gossiper
The world's most incredible computer. The brain
The worst thing to be without. ..... Hope
The deadliest weapon.......The tongue
The two most power-filled words..." I Can"
The greatest asset. .....Faith
The most worthless emotion....Self- pity
The most beautiful attire......SMILE!
The most prized possession.. .Integrity
The most powerful channel of communication. ....Prayer
The most contagious spirit....Enthusiasm
The most important thing in life.....GOD
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A train journey and two names to remember
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By Leena Sarma
Of
two co-travellers who surprised the writer with their graciousness, 24 years
ago
It was the summer of 1990. As Indian Railway (Traffic) Service
probationers, my friend and I travelled by train from Lucknow to Delhi. Two MPs
were also travelling in the same bogie. That was fine, but the behaviour of
some 12 people who were travelling with them without reservation was
terrifying. They forced us to vacate our reserved berths and sit on the
luggage, and passed obscene and abusive comments. We cowered in fright and
squirmed with rage. It was a harrowing night in the company of an unruly battalion;
we were on edge, on the thin line between honour and dishonour. All other
passengers seemed to have vanished, along with the Travelling Ticket Examiner.
We reached Delhi the next morning without being physically harmed by the
goons, though we were emotionally wrecked. My friend was so traumatised she
decided to skip the next phase of training in Ahmedabad and stayed back in
Delhi. I decided to carry on since another batchmate was joining me. (She is
Utpalparna Hazarika, now Executive Director, Railway Board.) We boarded an
overnight train to Gujarat’s capital, this time without reservations as there
wasn’t enough time to arrange for them. We had been wait-listed.
We met the TTE of the first class bogie, and told him how we had to get
to Ahmedabad. The train was heavily booked, but he politely led us to a coupe
to sit as he tried to help us. I looked at the two potential co-travellers, two
politicians, as could be discerned from their white khadi attire, and panicked.
“They’re decent people, regular travellers on this route, nothing to worry,”
the TTE assured us. One of them was in his mid-forties with a normal,
affectionate face, and the other in his late-thirties with a warm but somewhat
impervious expression. They readily made space for us by almost squeezing
themselves to one corner.
They introduced themselves: two BJP leaders from Gujarat. The names were
told but quickly forgotten as names of co-passengers were inconsequential at
that moment. We also introduced ourselves, two Railway service probationers
from Assam. The conversation turned to different topics, particularly in the
areas of History and the Polity. My friend, a post-graduate in History from Delhi
University and very intelligent, took part. I too chipped in. The discussion
veered around to the formation of the Hindu Mahasabha and the Muslim League.
The senior one was an enthusiastic participant. The younger one mostly
remained quiet, but his body language conveyed his total mental involvement in
what was being discussed, though he hardly contributed. Then I mentioned Syama
Prasad Mookerjee’s death, why it was still considered a mystery by many. He
suddenly asked: “How do you know about Syama Prasad Mookerjee?” I had to tell
him that when my father was a post-graduate student in Calcutta University, as
its Vice-Chancellor he had arranged a scholarship for the young man from Assam.
My father often reminisced about that and regretted his untimely death [in June
1953 at the age of 51].
The younger man then almost looked away and spoke in a hushed tone
almost to himself: “It’s good they know so many things ...”
Suddenly the senior man proposed: “Why don’t you join our party in
Gujarat?” We both laughed it off, saying we were not from Gujarat. The younger
man then forcefully interjected: “So what? We don’t have any problem on that.
We welcome talent in our State.” I could see a sudden spark in his calm
demeanour.
The food arrived, four vegetarian thalis. We ate in silence.
When the pantry-car manager came to take the payment, the younger man paid for
all of us. I muttered a feeble ‘thank you’, but he almost dismissed that as
something utterly trivial. I observed at that moment that he had a different
kind of glow in his eyes, which one could hardly miss. He rarely spoke, mostly
listened.
The TTE then came and informed us the train was packed and he couldn’t
arrange berths for us. Both men immediately stood up and said: “It’s okay,
we’ll manage.” They swiftly spread a cloth on the floor and went to sleep,
while we occupied the berths.
What a contrast! The previous night we had felt very insecure travelling
with a bunch of politicians, and here we were travelling with two politicians
in a coupe, with no fear.
The next morning, when the train neared Ahmedabad, both of them asked us
about our lodging arrangements in the city. The senior one told us that in case
of any problem, the doors of his house were open for us. There was some kind of
genuine concern in the voice or the facial contours of the otherwise apparently
inscrutable younger one, and he told us: “I’m
like a nomad, I don’t have a proper home to invite you but you can accept his
offer of safe shelter in this new place.”
We thanked them for that invitation and assured them that accommodation
was not going to be a problem for us.
Before the train came to a stop, I pulled out my diary and asked them
for their names again. I didn’t want to forget the names of two large-hearted
fellow passengers who almost forced me to revise my opinion about politicians
in general. I scribbled down the names quickly as the train was about to
stop: Shankersinh Vaghela and Narendra Modi.
I wrote on this episode in an Assamese newspaper in 1995. It was a
tribute to two unknown politicians from Gujarat for giving up their comfort
ungrudgingly for the sake of two bens from Assam. When I wrote
that, I didn’t have the faintest idea that these two people were going to
become so prominent, or that I would hear more about them later. When Mr.
Vaghela became Chief Minister of Gujarat in 1996, I was glad. When Mr. Modi
took office as Chief Minister in 2001, I felt elated. (A few months later,
another Assamese daily reproduced my 1995 piece.) And now, he is the Prime
Minister of India.
Every time I see him on TV, I remember that warm meal, that gentle
courtesy, caring and sense of security that we got that night far from home in
a train, and bow my head.
(The author is General Manager of the Centre for Railway Information
System, Indian Railways, New Delhi. leenasarma@rediffmail.com)
Courtesy: The Hindu
TODAY’S REALITY
BIG HOUSE – SMALL FAMILY
MORE DEGREES – LESS COMMON SENSE
ADVANCED MEDICINE – POOR HEALTH
TOUCHED MOON – NEIGHBOURS UNKNOWN
HIGH INCOME – LESS PEACE OF MIND
HIGH IQ – LESS EMOTIONS
GOOD KNOWLEDGE – LESS WISDOM
FRIENDS ON FACEBOOK – NO BEST FRIENDS
MORE ALCOHOL – LESS WATER
LOTS OF HUMAN – LESS HUMANITY
COSTLY WATCHES – BUT NO TIME
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