which way .....

i am yet not fully settled with wat one sud do .. do wat u love or love wat u do ..
they are simply as different as chalk & cheese so u can never take one for another .
give me a choice n i will always do wat i love ... but then who gives me choice - i will have to create the option n in doing so i will have to love wat i do .. no one harvests before reaping ...
but then if no one gives u choices .. no one stops u also .. just go out n do wat u want to do .. i will die n so will you .. so all of us have a time constraint ...Can i afford to waste ..
next time wen u r free .. listen to eminen " lose ueself".

a very sad story ..

Once a scientist claimed that as a result of years of research & training they have been able to establish the extraordinary levels of intelligence of chimpanzees (hence forth referred simply as chimps). As a verifiable proof of his claims which was published in so many of scientific magazines, he claimed to have paintings made by the chimps. News rang, technical papers were published and great curiosity was shown by the homo-sapiens in appreciating the newly discovered intelligence levels of their self. News conference was called and the scientist showcased the chimp as his own creation. Cameras were clicked, people smiled, children were excited, occasionally the chimp bared its teeth as if readjusting the gums, a few felt frightened and young females held hands of their male counterparts. Fortunately the chimp was spared the long speech by the scientist regarding hi discovery and contribution to the field of science.

So finally the chimp was given a board and few brushes .as if waiting for the travesty of the show to end and assuming a long overdue approval of the pent up applications to his creator, the chimp immediately took to the brushes and the board. At the same moment the supporting staff of the scientific centre took a deep breath of relief. They had been prodding the chimp for weeks to pick up the brush but the stupid creature just refused to understand English.

So far so good, as least some asses are spared.

So finally the chimp started drawing. At this moment the supporting staff came forward explaining that the chimp always makes the same drawing, and does some rough scribing that gives the overall look of painting. They took pains to explain that it makes them happy since they assume it makes their dear chimp happy. Their 14 seconds to fame was cut short by another announcement by the professor that a large multinational has offered to bear all cost of upkeep of the tamed and captive chimp in exchange for the official naming of chimp as flag-bearer product name.

In the hin din of all this the chimp had put the brush back in its place and so had unknowingly become the centre of attraction in the great jamboree of his intelligence.

With the exception of scientist and his supporting staff, it was clear to everyone that the picture of criss-cross bars that the chimp had always been making was nothing else but a picture of his own enclosure, his permanent cage.

This is the saddest story I have ever heard, it’s not a story – something of four lines I read somewhere – I just framed it in this way to share with you.