White sheet of paper and the poet in me Got tempted as the thoughts from the heart started flowing, I scribbled“Presence of pain in my heart does not mean I am not happy……”Suddenly, a lump in throat and a tear from the eye rolled out and fell on the paper. The word ‘Pain ’ gotscattered and diluted. I found a truth here: Tears indeed dilute pain…

I met an acquaintance on my way to a super market near our house and casually asked, “Hi, where are you going?" He looked at me, smiled and politely asked,"Why?” I was stunned. I didn’t have the reason and couldn’t make one. I just gave him a smile and moved on. When later I thought over it I realized that it was one of the most powerful responses to personal questions people tend to ask. I have since used it well and perhaps avoided many unnecessary conversations.

The moment I spot good in people, they instantly become better.

When I spend time thinking about others or about things I know I cannot change, I lose my opportunity to use the same time to work on changing what I need to change in myself

Talking good about you could be my tact; thinking good about you, that's real respect. And then how would you know that? You may have to go much beyond words. You may have to feel the energy & the vibrations and that gleam of trust in my eyes. Can there be respect without trust? Can I respect you without trusting you? Well, think about it.

I am a Paradox: An Eternal Student of Life and a Life Coach.

Those who don't accept, reality of death, may feel otherwisebut then aren't they already dead..

Hurting excellence is one way in which mediocrity gives itself the moments of pleasure.

Happiness lies in having a friend whose presence is rich in understanding.

Leadership for me is more about doing. Not in our talk, but in our actions, we demonstrate leadership.