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Life's Little Instruction Book……………………

 


 Have a firm handshake. 
 Look people in the eye. 
 Sing in the shower. 
 Own a great stereo system. 
 If in a fight, hit first and hit hard. 
 Keep secrets. 
 Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen everyday. 
 Always accept an outstretched hand. 
Be brave. Even if you’re not, pretend to be. No one can tell the 
difference. 
 Whistle. 
 Avoid sarcastic remarks. 
 Choose your life’s mate carefully. From this one decision will come 90 
per cent of all your happiness or misery. 
 Make it a habit to do nice things for people who will never find out. 
 Lend only those books you never care to see again. 
 Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all that they have. 
 When playing games with children, let them win. 
 Give people a second chance, but not a third. 
 Be romantic. 
 Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know. 
 Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life-and-death matters, nothing is 
as important as it first seems. 
 Don’t allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It’s there for 
your convenience, not the caller’s. 
 Be a good loser. 
 Be a good winner. 
 Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret. 
 When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go. 
 Be modest. A lot was accomplished before you were born. 
 Keep it simple. 
Beware of the person who has nothing to lose. 
 Don’t burn bridges. You’ll be surprised how many times you have to 
cross the same river. 
 Live your life so that your epitaph could read, No Regrets 
 Be bold and courageous. When you look back on life, you’ll regret the 
things you didn’t do more than the one’s you did. 
 Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them. 
 Remember no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart and be quick to 
acknowledge those who helped you. 
Take charge of your attitude. Don’t let someone else choose it for 
you. 
Visit friends and relatives when they are in hospital; you need only 
stay a few minutes. 
 Begin each day with some of your favorite music. 
 Once in a while, take the scenic route. 
 Send a lot of Valentine cards. Sign them, ‘Someone who thinks you’re 
terrific.’ 
Answer the phone with enthusiasm and energy in your voice. 
Keep a note pad and pencil on your bed-side table. Million-dollar 
ideas sometimes strike at 3 a.m. 
 Show respect for everyone who works for a living, regardless of how 
trivial their job. 
 Send your loved ones flowers. Think of a reason later. 
 Make someone’s day by paying the toll for the person in the car behind 
you. 

 Become someone’s hero. 
 Marry only for love. 
 Count your blessings. 
 Compliment the meal when you’re a guest in someone’s home. 
 Wave at the children on a school bus. 
 Remember that 80 per cent of the success in any job is based on your 
ability to deal with people. 
 Don’t expect life to be fair.
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Heroin

I had hoped for a miracle

Had hoped for some relief

When we met I thought she was my insulin

She enhanced my long term grief

 

For while a drug looks from outside

It can be tricky never be sure

What looks like insulin from the outside

Can turn out to be heroin 90 % pure

 

For once addicted to

The chemicals and the rush of blood

You almost treat inevitable

Sad droughts and angry floods


Of Misery and Of Tears Respective

As the emotions ebb and flow

Stuck with an addiction thats legal

You wonder where to go.

 

Some relationships are like heroin

Addictive and yet impure

What started oh so seductive

Leads to a deadly lure

 

And my beloved you are my heroin

My salvation and my once promised cure

Some day I will be cured or dead from you

Till then we argue some more

Yes We Can

In the middle of a million parties,

television pundits who tell the story,

in a fine hour, after too many dark ones have passed,

Rose a single man to claim his destiny and glory.

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His young shoulders narrowed ,

Aware of the profoundness of this time,

He tentatively summons his God-gifted oratory,

As a million people wait and chime.

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Yes We Can,

We are glad to know,

Yes We always did,

countless times before.

Thanks again,

they want to shout.

To the solitary man, who

alone on top is crouched.

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We almost lost hope,�

times become so bad.

Till you reminded us,

of the power we had.

The man pauses , in

the middle of the speech,

Looks around ,all about,

The people he reached.

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A million times , he may�have

achieved now the dream ,

Of parents, natural and ethereal,

Its �the start , he says,of rebuilding as a team.

Yes We can,�Yes We Will.

Together we broke it,

Together we rebuild.

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Book Excerpt- Riding the Austin Metro bus

Previously-Airport and the Houston flight with the Professor.

The way from the airport was a bit unfamiliar as my hotel was located in the Austinarboretum, which was in North Austin. There were two cabbies waiting near the airport but coming from India puts you at an automatic disadvantage when it comes to trusting cab drivers. So I decided to tae the Austin Capital Metro bus. The charts and maps were all colorfully marked and it took my engineering brain to map out the path to my hotel and time taken to wait for it. Bus riders are mostly campus students and I ran into two Asian American (Chinese)  students at the bus stop . They had not heard of the arboretum either.

The bus came with clock work precision at the time promised.I climbed the bus to await my first american surprise- a frail old looing lady driver of the bus. While bus driving in India is considered mostly a macho blue collar profession , American roads and bus technology allow even Sandra Bullock, the film star to drive a bus as she did after the movie “Speed”. I followed the lead of the American students and dutifully dropped a 1 dollar bill in the note swallowing machine – another uniquely American technology. I got a day long pass. The bus lady told me I needed to catch another bus to reach my hotel, and she promised to drop me at the station for changing buses.This came after some half an hour at the sixth street, which my friends had promised me was a great and happening place. As I took my big suitcase and latop bag down, all I could see were deserted bars in the noon sun. The weather was nice and hot , forcing me to take my sweater off.

The bus stop was surprisingly crowded, with people who looked straight out of a Hollywood movie on the old and the destitute. Mostly African American with some frail white men and ladies , and a few Hispanic looking people who clustered tightly together. I clutched my suitcase with some nervousness. This was America after all, with all that crime you see in the big movies. It seemed the nervousness was mutual. After an awkward ,long silence and staring contest – one of the bus stop people finally spoke aloud- “Is that a bomb ?” , he pointed to my suitcase. “Nopes” , I said , “no Bombs here”.

Fortunately I was rescued by the arrival of the number 3 bus, and I used my day pass to swipe in and thus avoid paying another 50 cents for a single ticket ride. The Arboretum flashed on the bus quite helpfully, and I joined a wide variety of people on the very spacious air conditioned bus. “These guys should ride in a Delhi bus” , I thought to myself. They will then truly count their blessings . To my amazement, you could even stop the bus, by pulling a chain almost like a train back home. “STOP REQUESTED” chimed a nice metallic voice. The bus was colorfully festooned with ads promoting bus usage, spaces for luggage and even a row for maps, which I dutifully took.

Staring out of the window, at the uniformly ordered rows, blocks , and front drives of Austin – I settled down in the bus nicely. After a 45 minute , uneventful drive I arrived at a place where the new driver told me to stop for the Hyatt Austin aroboretum.

Next – The first ride to the Hotel.

 

Excerpt from the book “Flying with the Cougars”- a fictionalized and exaggerated account of a brown boy’s travels and travails to the West. All copyrights reserved.

Goodbye to Hollywood

Song from Billy Joel- I am leaving America today and will be in India next Friday)

Bobby’s drivin’ through the city tonight
Through the lights in a hot new rent-a-car
He joins the lovers in his heavy machine
It’s a scene down on Sunset Boulevard
Say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, my baby
Say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, my baby

Johnny’s takin’ care of things for a while
And his style is so right for troubadours
They got him sitting with his back to the door
Now he won’t be my fast gun anymore
Say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, my baby
Say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, my baby

Chorus:
Movin’ on is a chance you take
Any time you try to stay – together
Whoa
Say a word out of line
And you find that the friends you had
Are gone forever
Forever

So many faces in and out of my life
Some will last
Some will just be now and then
Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes
I’m afraid it’s time for goodbye again
Say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, my baby
Say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, my baby

Chorus:
Movin’ on is a chance you take
Any time you try to stay – together
Whoa
Say a word out of line
And you find that the friends you had
Are gone forever
Forever

So many faces in and out of my life
Some will last
Some will just be now and then
Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes
I’m afraid it’s time for goodbye again
Say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, my baby
Say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye, my baby
Source-http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Say-Goodbye-To-Hollywood-lyrics-Billy-Joel/CBEAEE3E24564BFA4825687000218639

Live Music

Live Music is nice, warm and healthy to hear,

Sometimes debates are too much to bear.

The news is bad and gets even worse still,

But live music rocks with a groovy feel.

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Playing Pool is good,

but cool hand Luke is gone,

I am no Fast Eddie, especially

when two beers are already down.

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Downtown Austin, the sixth street bars.

Beautiful women dance,

and I look,

missing my woman from far.

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The guitar plays, rocks a mean tune,

This kid is good, hotter than June.

The force is strong in the guitar player today,

Rocks your feet, as he comes closer to play.

Live Music
Live Music

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Moving on , as tourists have to do,

Buying T shirts for a memory or two,

The beer was good, I stumble a bit.

Manage to tumble some T shirts, as my friends go “Oh,Dont stand , Sit”.

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Downtown Austin, one more sixth street bar.

Some more Beautiful women dance,

and I dont look,

missing my woman from far.

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Some more photos,

That I may come to rue,

If I ever Stand for President,

And ask for a vote or two.

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Time to go, pizza for the boys.

I am all done, for this night still,

Feeling blue lately,I recommend

Live Music should be heard until.

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Your feet starts tapping , your soul no longer blue,

As the sign said on the Sixth Street too,

Beer is good for the economy ,

And for me and you.

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Ajay Ohri

Wednesday October 15 th

Austin ,Texas………………..

Interesting Times

Caught the news on my way home again

The stocks are down  , the markets are pained.

Bailed out, or merged out- The big guys remain the same,

While you and me are small ,thus fair game.

So while we work harder for our peanuts,

Our leaders mortgage our foreclosed huts.

Because rich is rich and will always be so,

When times become tough, smaller fish have to go.

Efficiency, performance linked productivity gains

Are the excuses they use to dole out pains.

While the big guys have their meatball,

The little guys kneel and crawl.

We live in interesting times,

Globalized pleasures and globalized pain.

The more things change,The more

they remain the same.

Globalized finances  of global lenders.

Globalized lies of global leaders,

By the time you realize this, your retirement savings are gone.

Your house is half its value, and the game is over