Three Day Three Quote Challenge (Final Part)

Okay then, here I am with the third and final installment of my favourite quotes. I thought and thought about what this should be, but somehow I couldn’t reach a conclusion. I have tons of quotes which I use as inspiration and which I recite on a daily basis but I didn’t know what to put here. But in the end, I decided on a sort of a biblical quote. This quote is something I recite to myself on many occasions, particularly when I am required to perform but the outcome is not in my hands(like interviews and exams). This one line quote simply goes:

Thy will, not mine, be done.

More of a prayer than a quote, but this one really eases my body and mind. By speaking these six words, I am surrendering myself to my creator God. I am doing a trust fall knowing that the Lord will catch me. Besides, I am asking my Lord to decide what is right for me and guide me accordingly. Because I am a child. I do not know what is good for me. But the Lord knows it very well. I am simply asking him to guide me along the path that I need to be on, not the path that I want to be on. And make no mistake, the Lord always answers!!!

Separation

Pain.

That was the only thing I could feel. Even though it had been hours since the accident I could still feel the pain. I tried to look at my left hand, but I couldn’t. I tore my gaze away as if the sight could kill me. I couldn’t look. I didn’t want to see what had happened. I didn’t want to see an incomplete hand.

“Its fine”, people told me. “It happens…you will get over it…”, they said.

I nodded silently, not really believing at all. Easy for them to say. They didn’t lose a part of their self, I did. I feel the pain, not them.

I wanted to sleep. But I couldn’t. Every time I close my eyes, that same scene plays in front of my eyes. I am walking to the bus stop. I am a bit late, so I am in a hurry. My friend is close by, and as we approach the bus stop, a bus arrives. It prepares to leave, so we rush. We rush to board the bus. The bus slows down for us to get in. My friend gets in. I jump into the bus but my left hand hits the side…….

I jerk awake as if I am struck by lightning. Sweat runs down my face as I struggle to regain my breath. After a few deep breaths, I feel alright. I wipe the sweat off with both my hands, and as I do so, I catch sight of my left arm. The sight I had been dreading. My arm, my fingers, everything was there. But something was different. Something was missing. Something that was part of my life, my arm, my soul.

My watch.

I am walking to the bus stop. I am a bit late, so I am in a hurry. My friend is close by, and as we approach the bus stop, a bus arrives. It prepares to leave, so we rush. We rush to board the bus. The bus slows down for us to get in. My friend gets in. I jump into the bus but my left hand hits the side. I turn to my left to see what has happened. Meanwhile the bus starts moving. I watch in slow motion as my watch gets ripped off my hand and falls down on the concrete road. Shocked and frozen, I don’t know what to do. A part of me said it was fine. The other part of me wanted to jump out of the bus and get my watch. I didn’t. I let it go. I was out of my senses for far too long to make a decision. Now I sat in the bus with an empty hand, an empty wrist. It felt odd. I kept glancing at my wrist hoping my watch would magically reappear.

It was five years ago that I got my watch. It was a gift from my relatives. My watch was with me 24 X 7 for 5 whole years. It had been there for me in my moments of glory, and my deepest heartbreaks. My watch probably knew more about me than anyone else. Because it was with me always. Because it was part of me.

And now back home, I sit in my bed replaying the dreadful scene. And every time my watch falls off, I have to fight back tears. Knowing that it fell on unforgiving concrete, knowing that vehicles run through that very road, and knowing that I will never ever see my watch ever again. It just hurts.

Tears well up in my eyes as I stare at my incomplete left hand.

“I’m sorry…I love you”…

Three Day Three Quote Challenge (Part 2)

Well, well, well, we meet again…

The last time I posted I told you guys (and gals…) I was going to post inspiring quotes for three days. That was three days ago, and I have only posted a single quote. In my defense, the rules were ambiguous, it said you have to post three quotes on three days…and NOT CONSECUTIVE DAYS!!! So I am pretty much in the clear…

Anyways, on with the quote…well this is a quote from the movie Little Manhattan. It is basically a story about a kid’s first love, and back in the days, I loved this movie. Mostly because at that time, I was going through the whole first love thing as well. For both of us it never happened…but I still love this quote because it hits home pretty hard. It’s not exactly an inspirational quote, but it tells the truth as far as I am concerned…

“Love is an ugly, terrible business practiced by fools. It’ll trample your heart and leave you bleeding on the floor. And what does it really get you in the end? Nothing but a few incredible memories that you can’t ever shake. The truth is, there’s gonna be other girls out there. I mean, I hope. But I’m never gonna get another first love. That one is always gonna be her. “

That’s all for now folks…until next time, which I hope will be soon!!!

Three Day Three Quote Challenge !!!

First of all a huge huge apology to babysteps22 for the nearly one week delay in responding to the challenge. I am really very sorry. The past week was a huge whirlwind of activity and I just cannot concentrate on multiple things at a time, so I thought I’ll wait for the storm to pass, and then accept the challenge.

Before I begin, I would like to thank babysteps22 for nominating me. I love challenges, mostly because it makes me post more often, and that is what I dearly need.

Now, my quote for the day…

“Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, when one only remembers to turn on the light.”

-Albus Dumbledore

I just love this quote because it applies to me a lot. I tend to get disappointed when things dont go as planned and when I don’t get my way. I feel cynical and feel life is just a big mess. But this quote gives me hope, and nudges me gently to turn on the light…

And now, my nominations…

Inconspicuous Beings

Sun, Sand, Stars and Dreams

Little Miss Mystery

The Search for Gladstone

Hello everyone, I am back from my usual hiatus, and I have been thinking what to write about. And I thought, this is my blog, but I never quite explained a lot of things about me. Like my name for instance. My username is William “Bill” Gladstone. It sure as hell isn’t my real name. But why this? What is William Gladstone? OR better, who is William Gladstone?

William Gladstone is someone who is way better than me. He is the guy everyone wants to be. In being so, he is diametrically opposite to me.

Bill Gladstone is in perfect shape. He doesn’t have a 6 pack abs or giant pectorals, he is in great shape, just that. I am not, I have a tummy, and I am terribly out of shape. Bill is always in command of a situation. Things always go his way, and even if they don’t he simply takes a deep breath, analyzes the situation, and comes up with a solution. I, on the other hand, panic at every small thing, and suffer from a deep seated anxiety disorder. Bill is good with people. He oozes confidence, and positively reeks of charisma. I am a depressed person, and I am positively a charisma vacuum. Bill is self interested, but he always thinks about giving back to society. He wants to make other people’s lives better. And me? I am the most self-centered egomaniac in this world.

In short, Bill is someone I want to be. Bill is my future. I am building my future, one brick at a time. I am searching for my future, I am searching for Bill.

The fact is, I may never get to be William Gladstone. I may die just me. But that’s fine with me. I just want others to know I tried.

The Very Inspiring Blogger Award

I have been nominated for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award by my dear friend Little Miss Mystery. First of all, thank you very much dear. It really means a lot to me. You know there are some times when I feel like my blog isn’t really reaching many people, but your comments and replies always bring a smile on my face.

So without much ado…here are the rules…

  • Thank the person who nominated you (done!)
  • Add the logo to you post (ERROR RETRIEVING LOGO!!!)
  • Nominate ten bloggers who inspire you (Oh God, 10?? I will do a couple, but not 10…)
  • Answer the following questions

1. In your personal life, which person inspires you the most?
Quite a lot of people, nearly all of them pro-wrestlers. I know pro-wrestling has a kind of a bad name out there, but I am proud of being a fan. I love Triple H, Shawn Michaels, C M Punk, Seth Rollins, the list is huge.
2. Who is your role model?
I don’t have ONE role model, because I believe no one is perfect. I try to emulate things from different people. I just find that more practical.
3. Do you make efforts to make others feel emotionally and mentally stronger?
Not very much. However, if my cousins come to me seeking advice, I try to give them the best possible advice about life in general. I tell them that there are always going to be people who look down on you and try to drag you down. I tell them they have to be strong and above all, stay true to themselves. I hope one day, somebody’s life will be at least a little bit better, because of me.
4. Which sound do you hear this current moment?
The ceiling fan in my hostel room.
5. Which is the best quote for you?
Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.”      – Albus Dumbledore

The reason I think this quote is meant for me, is that I get bugged down by the smallest things. I am literally one of the luckiest people in the world thanks to the Lord’s grace, but I picture myself as the victim quite often.I should really live by this quote.

And now the nominations:

Inconspicuous Beings and back to my dear Little Miss Mystery. Also I’d like to nominate someone who is not on wordpress, but on blogger, Capturing Sunshine. Her posts are some of the most inspirational posts I’ve ever seen.

Chocolate Currency

Early man used quite a few things as currency. They used stones, leaves, animals and what not. But as time progressed, we wanted something much more standard and efficient. Lo and behold, we started using coins and paper cash. Even though this is the de facto standard across the world, in some corners (hell, it isn’t even in remote corners) of India, there exists another system of exchange. And it exists parallel to the coin and cash system. There is no proper name for it, and it has not been documented at all. It just exists. People follow it, and so it exists. For all practical purposes, lets call it chocolate currency.

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The name ‘chocolate currency’ originates from the simple fact that chocolate is used as the medium of exchange in this system. As I mentioned, this system is by no means a replacement to the worldwide accepted system. It is rather a backup system which comes up when the standard system fails.

Hey, hey, hold on a second !!! The standard system fails??? When does the cash system fail???

Simple…I buy something for Rs 38. I give a 50 rupee note to the cashier. But as luck would have it, he doesn’t have Rs 2. Maybe he doesn’t have it in, or maybe he is lazy to search for it. Either way, the system fails. He wont give me the 2 rupees, and I won’t let it go. Then comes the alternate system of chocolate currency. The change I get is Rs 20 plus 2 chocolates of 1 rupee each.

Nice, right???

But the problem that I have with the system is that it doesn’t work 2 ways. Suppose I try to give two toffees to a store, or in a bus. The guy will just kick me out. Come on now, a system is supposed to work both ways…

Now I didn’t have a problem with this in the early days, because I was a kid, and ate toffees a lot. But now, not so much, I’d rather have the 2 rupees, which I can use in a bus. In fact, the toffees just sit around in my room, until someone comes along and eats it, or it goes bad and I throw it out.

And there are certain designated toffees which are used. Mostly it is either eclairs or milky bar or nowadays, Kopiko. If the change come upto about Rs 5, then dairy milk, perk, munch, or 5 Star works. But for these high end chocolates, we are usually asked first.

” Shall I give you a dairy milk for Rs 5?”

Okay, maybe. And mostly, we oblige, because otherwise, we lose the money. Some of us fish around in our pockets and come up the change, others just let it slide.

Either way, chocolate currency is a way of life, and it ain’t going away.

By the way, I have 2 chocolates. Care to exchange them for Rs 2?

Do you have such interesting systems in your country??? Let me know !!!