<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of manav Shetty</title><link>http://mande.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of manav Shetty</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>Do You remember?</title><description><![CDATA[<P><FONT size=5>DO YOU REMEMBER ?</FONT></P><P> </P><P>Do you remember the evening</P><P>you whispered into my ears</P><P>' can we make it a beautiful world?'</P><P> </P><P>I know you weren't what you are</P><P>today then...</P><P>I know you wren't speaking of the beauty</P><P>what you think today then...</P><P>I know you weren't living in a world</P><P>where you live today then...</P><P> </P><P>Sure you have grown up to the world</P><P>exactly the way it wants you to be...</P><P>And you know when to say</P><P>a word or two about 'beauty'...</P><P>After you have made your world</P><P>exactly the way you want it to be...</P><P> </P><P>And here I am to ask you a question</P><P>' Do you remember the evening</P><P>you whispered into my ears ?'</P><P>For if you remember the evening </P><P>Are you sure that </P><P>You are what you are today ???</P><P> </P><P><FONT size=4>Friends... hope you remember me... i used to write  here in rediff.iland on things that touched me in my own may... and did make a few friends here.... </FONT></P><P><FONT size=4>I cudnt write in between for reasons unknown to me... i simply didn't or cudn't.. hope u wud understand ... for often our acts defy any reason... </FONT></P><P><FONT size=4>...but i am grateful to this iland... for the friends it gave to me.. and for making me see myself....</FONT></P><P><FONT size=4>Thanx to all there who r reading this...and a special thanx to two of my treasured friends there RAJA and RENU...!</FONT></P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2008 14:41:27 +0530</pubDate><link>http://mande.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/10/18/Do-You-remember.html</link></item><item><title>Faces</title><description><![CDATA[<P> </P><P><EM><STRONG><FONT size=7>Faces</FONT></STRONG></EM></P><P><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">                    there is more than you see...</FONT></P><P> </P><P> </P><P>Yet again the mirror mocks</P><P>at my ordinary face</P><P>the way it does</P><P>everyday...</P><P> </P><P>The plain black eyes</P><P>cheeks with no trace of roses</P><P>a so simple a nose</P><P>that nobody bothers to notice</P><P>make it really no more than an ordinary face...</P><P> </P><P>How often did I see</P><P>it  failed the heart...</P><P>for everytime </P><P>the heart went after  things</P><P> that face seemed to lack,</P><P> there was the mirror...</P><P> </P><P>Stupid as I am</P><P>I never saw the face </P><P>beyond the mirror...</P><P> </P><P>Cursing the image that mocked me</P><P>I stepped out as usual</P><P>to face a world of better faces</P><P>And there he was...</P><P> </P><P>A man without a face</P><P>Causing repulsion in others</P><P>with a face that is gone horribly wrong</P><P>for no mistake of him...</P><P> </P><P>Fully aware of the troubled looks</P><P>the man walked on</P><P>along the same busy street</P><P>holding the tiffin box in hand</P><P>just the way he used to do</P><P>before  the bomb blasted his face</P><P>for no mistake of him...</P><P> </P><P>Yet again the mirror mocks</P><P>at my ordinary face</P><P>not the way </P><P>it does everyday...!</P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 09:39:12 +0530</pubDate><link>http://mande.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/08/02/Faces-1.html</link></item><item><title>An Indian Prufrock</title><description><![CDATA[<P>An Indian Prufrock</P><P>                     _ A soliloquy of a plain decent boy.</P><P> </P><P> </P><P>Let us talk then</P><P>You and I</P><P>When the evening is closing against the sky</P><P>Like a shutter in the Government office window</P><P>Just at the moment it's your turn to show...</P><P> </P><P>You and I could sit hand in hand</P><P>In a corner of the garden</P><P>Where people come and go</P><P>Making sure that we are not left alone...</P><P> </P><P>And there would be the smiles</P><P>Smiles that convey that they know </P><P>Already what You and I are </P><P>Which I doubt about ourselves...</P><P> </P><P>Even if you stand the smiles</P><P>And be ready for a talk</P><P>I wonder would I able to make</P><P>the proper begginnings, growth and the end</P><P>in between those innumerable breaks</P><P>Where people come and go</P><P>Making sure that we know what they mean...</P><P> </P><P>Even if  I could make a begginning</P><P>in the midst of every looks</P><P>What if You would get up and say,</P><P>" Oh...no.. That is not what I meant</P><P>Not what I meant at all... !"</P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 15:51:54 +0530</pubDate><link>http://mande.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/19/An-Indian-Prufrock-1.html</link></item><item><title>Guard of Honour</title><description><![CDATA[<P> </P><P><STRONG>Guard of Honour</STRONG></P><P>     <EM><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"> Hats off to You , who has within You.........a love beyond everything</FONT></EM></P><P> </P><P> </P><P>I was in Hampi  last week... I am sure you all know what 'Hampi' is.......... yeah its a 'RUIN' .... a magnificent ruin... a historical ruin .... and a thought provoking ruin....</P><P>If you visit Hampi, a fairly remote but a widely known historical place in Karnataka, you would be a slightly changed person when you turn back... the giant and magnificent monuments ( ruined mind you) would shake your existance a bit..... </P><P>but it's not the monuments that shook me there, but a man, a guard who is guarding the honour of these monuments....</P><P>I was there with a best friend of mine.. a bit emotional type as he is, he was sad to see the broken , mutilated statues... somehow he had this in his mind that the MUSLIM invaders had destroyed the beauty of Hampi ...he even quoted history to prove that the Great Vijaya Nagar Kingdom was destroyed by the Muslim rulers and as they entered the city a deliberate destruction took place... the ruins of today are partly because of those atrocities.....and so on...</P><P>The sadness turned into a rage when we saw the famous Ugra Narasimha  Statue... a tall statue carved out of a single rock is truly a magnificent piece of work....but what strikes you is the amputation of its arms.... it is clear that somebody had deliberately cut off the arms in vengence....my friend began to show his anger against the supposed culprits...</P><P>I saw a man approaching us ... he introduced himself as the security of this monument and gave a detailed account of the statue.. my friend asked a rhetorical question to him just to vent his anger,</P><P>" Wasn't it the Muslims who mutilated this statue?"</P><P>The guard was polite enough to say they were the people who didn't know what ART was....</P><P>" Why are the people ( tourists mainly) not allowed to go near the statue now?" was the next question by my friend.   ( iron bars are used as barricades)</P><P>" There are people who climb the staue to take photos and just to provide fun ...there are people who do not know what ART is...." said the guard.</P><P>'What do you do do here?', asked my friend.</P><P>' I make sure people do not harm it anymore and love togive details about the statue if anyone shows true interest , like you did ", said the guard.</P><P>"How much do they pay you?"</P><P>'Nearly 2500"</P><P>" Is it enough for you to make a living?"</P><P>" The money , No... but I love this work, this statue and people who show interest in this.. it makes me feel happy to guide people around and tell them about the glorious art form that we had..", the guide went on,  " Why dont you see another Art form nearby, there is a gigantic Shiva Linga, a really worth watching, built in 1500 A.D......"</P><P>So the evening passed in the company of a true guide who is guarding the ruin.. and as we are ready to go my friend asked the man,</P><P>" You are really doing a wonderful job, May I know your name please?"</P><P>Pat came the reply,</P><P>'Yes sir, I am  ABDUR RAUF"</P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 12:09:28 +0530</pubDate><link>http://mande.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/16/Guard-of-Honour-1.html</link></item><item><title>The Fear</title><description><![CDATA[<P><FONT size=5></FONT> </P><P><FONT size=5></FONT> </P><P><FONT size=5>The Fear</FONT></P><P>                        <STRONG>Of a Perfect Housewife...</STRONG></P><P> </P><P>One more dusk curtains</P><P>the usual demands of the day</P><P>The unending household hustles</P><P>that do not lead anywhere at all...</P><P>                                       </P><P> </P><P>Countless yesterdays move before my eyes</P><P>flashing the same flashback motions</P><P>Teasing me to note the differences </P><P>like they do for kids in picture books.</P><P> </P><P>I am there at the centre holding all</P><P>holding tight my nice husband</P><P>clutching the hands of cute children</P><P>tanking care of careful relatives,</P><P>A picture of perfection</P><P>posing the same pose day after day</P><P>busying myself in the busy world...</P><P> </P><P>Kids atleast point out the difference</P><P>a changed colour here and a new touch there</P><P>But I know by my years of looking back</P><P>( which again remains unchanged at dusk)</P><P>that all colour is in reality no colour </P><P>and every new touch is a replica...</P><P> </P><P>The more it changes the less it stays</P><P> the new it appears the soon it fades</P><P>and everyday is like the other</P><P>a strangely familiar humdrum affair...</P><P> </P><P>Yet I know I can live the day</P><P>For I am used to my pose by now</P><P>It is the passing of the dusk </P><P>that I am afraid of...</P><P>The calm, peace and the absence of pose</P><P>in the quiet  night </P><P>that I am afraid of...</P><P> </P><P>For If I am left to myself </P><P>I  fear I may be tempted to ask</P><P> ' Who am I ?'</P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 17:55:09 +0530</pubDate><link>http://mande.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/01/The-Fear-1.html</link></item><item><title>The lost chance...</title><description><![CDATA[<P> </P><P><FONT size=5>This is to the girl who came to me like a dream and vanished the same...before i could wake up !</FONT></P><P><FONT size=5></FONT> </P><P>For some reasons unknown we both knew</P><P>that there was more than what we spoke...</P><P> </P><P>Beyond the seemingly appropriate talk</P><P>and the glaringly decent make</P><P>we let too many  words silently slip</P><P>straight into pockets too deep...</P><P> </P><P>Behind the casual cursory looks</P><P>and the several assumed  checks</P><P>we let the eyes wander too far</P><P>deep into the world of stars...</P><P> </P><P>Little did we know the more we talked</P><P>That  we need to talk true  to know more</P><P>Less did we see the more we looked </P><P>For we looked around more than looked in....</P><P> </P><P>And we did part with a real pang</P><P>A sense of undoing for which none to blame</P><P>because for some reasons unknown  we both knew</P><P>That there was more than what we spoke...</P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 14:18:16 +0530</pubDate><link>http://mande.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/16/The-lost-chance.html</link></item><item><title>THE SMILE ...</title><description><![CDATA[<P> </P><P><BR>I really wonder is it worth striving </P><P>to make a living out of this seemingly</P><P>chaotic world..</P><P> </P><P>Coloured words going round</P><P>masked faces smiling around</P><P>dont you begin to lose yourself ?</P><P>Unexpressed feelings, suppressed emotions</P><P>mechanical doings and  routine goings</P><P>don't you begin to lose yourself?</P><P> </P><P>Words over phone sound hollow</P><P>work in the cool room seems drudgery</P><P>And I come out and begin to worry</P><P>is it really worth striving to make a living?</P><P> </P><P>I walk alone in the deserted afternoon streets</P><P>Till I remember that I forgot my way</P><P>tunring to go back where I began</P><P>I run into the man appeared from nowhere...</P><P> </P><P>More of sweat than a man</P><P>carrying someonelse's burden on him</P><P>with bags and sacks everywhere </P><P>he moved on with a lively  pace...</P><P> </P><P>I could hear the trains whistle somewhere</P><P>I could see the lady with the vanity bag</P><P>urging her partner to bargain with the 'bag carrier'</P><P>Yet I couldn't move an inch</P><P>for I have seen something far wider...</P><P> </P><P> In between the mountain of bags</P><P>there was a flash of light</P><P>under the load of weight</P><P>the man had smiled at me...!</P><P> </P><P>It seemed he seemed to be uttering</P><P>"Isn't it worth striving to be living ?"</P><P>Sure I didn't know the man</P><P>Yet how is that I think I know the smile ?</P><P> </P><P><FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=4>DONT YOU ALL KNOW THE SMILE ??????</FONT></P><P><FONT face=Verdana size=4></FONT> </P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 12:21:29 +0530</pubDate><link>http://mande.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/09/THE-SMILE.html</link></item><item><title>If wishes were horses...</title><description><![CDATA[<P><STRONG><FONT size=5>A passing thought of an ordinary boy...</FONT></STRONG></P><P> </P><P> </P><P>Standing on one leg</P><P>in a crowded bus</P><P>forced to turn my eyes</P><P>to avoid the smell </P><P>that  I coudn't guess</P><P>I see the passing cars...</P><P> </P><P>And I wish I were there</P><P>and you were beside me </P><P>cosily chatting our way</P><P>and passing the crowded bus</P><P>in leisure...</P><P> </P><P>Waiting impatiently</P><P>front of a noisy little hot shop</P><P>for my plate of rice</P><P>I let my eyes</P><P>to wander inside</P><P>a serene cold  glass</P><P>restura so nice....</P><P> </P><P>I wish I were there</P><P>and you were beside me</P><P>quietly living our lives </P><P>watching the people rushing</P><P>in and out of the little</P><P>rice plate shop...</P><P> </P><P>And then I really see there</P><P> inside  the glass</P><P>a glimpse of you </P><P>holding hands and smiling</P><P>And hear the counter boy here</P><P>yelling at me ' your rice...!'</P><P> </P><P> </P><P> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 11:05:12 +0530</pubDate><link>http://mande.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/04/If-wishes-were-horses.html</link></item><item><title>Looking for a piece of Life...</title><description><![CDATA[<P> </P><P>People pass by  as usual</P><P>smiling a smile of recognition</P><P>The dogs go by as usual</P><P>wagging a tail of indifference</P><P>And I walk by</P><P>looking for a piece of life...</P><P> </P><P>After all the serious talk</P><P>that I could not remember </P><P>what it really was</P><P>After all the real work</P><P>that I begin to wonder</P><P>what it really was</P><P>I want to get up and go</P><P>looking for a piece of life...</P><P> </P><P>I see men and women</P><P>laughing and  scheming</P><P>sharing and hiding</P><P>making and breaking</P><P>all for an act of living...</P><P> </P><P>And I too am there still</P><P>looking for a piece of life...!</P>]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 09:46:10 +0530</pubDate><link>http://mande.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/02/Looking-for-a-piece-of-Life.html</link></item><item><title>Power of Positive Talk</title><description><![CDATA[<P>               Hi.. this is an article i received by mail......... i thought it is worth sharing...do read it.                       </P><P> </P><P> </P><P>                                                  Power of Positive Talk<FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3><BR></FONT><BR>  </P><DIV align=center><P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>I remember my dad teaching me the power of language at a very young age. Not only did my dad understand that specific words affect our mental pictures, but he understood words are a powerful programming factor in lifelong success.</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>One particularly interesting event occurred when I was eight. As a kid, I was always climbing trees, poles, and literally hanging around upside down from the rafters of our lake house. So, it came to no surprise for my dad to find me at the top of a 30-foot tree swinging back and forth. My little eight-year-old brain didn't realize the tree could break or I could get hurt. I just thought it was fun to be up so high.</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>My older cousin, Tammy, was also in the same tree. She was hanging on the first big limb, about ten feet below me. Tammy's mother also noticed us at the exact time my dad did. About that time a huge gust of wind came over the tree. I could hear the leaves start to rattle and the tree begin to sway. I remember my dad's voice over the wind yell, "Bart, Hold on tightly." So I did. The next thing I know, I heard Tammy screaming at the top of her lungs, laying flat on the ground. She had fallen out of the tree.</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>I scampered down the tree to safety. My dad later told me why she fell and I did not. Apparently, when Tammy's mother felt the gust of wind, she yelled out, "Tammy, don't fall!" And Tammy did. fall.</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>My dad then explained to me that the </B></FONT><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=red size=3><B>mind has a very difficult time processing a negative image.</B></FONT><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B> </B></FONT><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=red size=3><B>In fact, people who rely on internal pictures cannot see a negative at all. </B></FONT><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>In order for Tammy to process the command of not falling, her nine-year-old brain had to first imagine falling, then try to tell the brain not to do what it just imagined. Whereas, my eight-year-old brain instantly had an internal image of me hanging on tightly.</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>This concept is </B></FONT><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=red size=3><B>especially useful when you are attempting to break a habit or set a goal</B></FONT><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>. </B></FONT><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=red size=3><B>You can't visualize not doing something. The only way to properly visualize not doing something is to actually find a word for what you want to do and visualize that.</B></FONT><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B> For example, when I was thirteen years old, I played for my junior high school football team. I tried so hard to be good, but I just couldn't get it together at that age. I remember hearing the words run through my head as I was running out for a pass, "Don't drop it!" Naturally, I dropped the ball.</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>My coaches were not skilled enough to teach us proper "self-talk." They just thought some kids could catch and others couldn't. I'll never make it pro, but I'm now a pretty good Sunday afternoon football player, because all my internal dialogue is positive and encourages me to win. I wish my dad had coached me playing football instead of just climbing trees. I might have had a longer football career.</B></FONT> <P> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>Here is a very easy demonstration to teach your kids and your friends the power of a toxic vocabulary. Ask them to hold a pen or pencil. Hand it to them. Now, follow my instructions carefully. Say to them, "Okay, try to drop the pencil." Observe what they do.</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>Most people release their hands and watch the pencil hit the floor. You respond, "You weren't paying attention. I said TRY to drop the pencil. Now please do it again." Most people then pick up the pencil and pretend to be in excruciating pain while their hand tries but fails to drop the pencil.</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>The point is made.</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>If you tell your brain you will "give it a try," you are actually telling your brain to fail. I have a "no try" rule in my house and with everyone I interact with. Either people will do it or they won't. Either they will be at the party or they won't. I'm brutal when people attempt to lie to me by using the word try. Do they think I don't know they are really telegraphing to the world they have no intention of doing it but they want me to give them brownie points for pretended effort? You will never hear the words "I'll try" come out of my mouth unless I'm teaching this concept in a seminar.</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>If you "try" and do something, your unconscious mind has permission not to succeed. If I truly can't make a decision I will tell the truth. "Sorry John. I'm not sure if I will be at your party or not. I've got an outstanding commitment. If that falls through, I will be here. Otherwise, I will not. Thanks for the invite."</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>People respect honesty. So remove the word "try" from your vocabulary.</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>My dad also told me that </B></FONT><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=red size=3><B>psychologists claim it takes seventeen positive statements to offset one negative statement. I have no idea if it is true, but the logic holds true. It might take up to seventeen compliments to offset the emotional damage of one harsh criticism.</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=red size=3><B>These are concepts that are especially useful when raising children.</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3></FONT> <P> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>Ask yourself how many compliments you give yourself daily versus how many criticisms. Heck, I know you are talking to yourself all day long. We all have internal voices that give us direction.</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>So, are you giving yourself the 17:1 ratio or are you shortchanging yourself with toxic self-talk like, " I'm fat. Nobody will like me. I'll try this diet. I'm not good enough. I'm so stupid. I'm broke, etc. etc."</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>If our parents can set a lifetime of programming with one wrong statement, imagine the kind of programming you are doing on a daily basis with your own internal dialogue. Here is a list of Toxic Vocabulary words.</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>Notice when you or other people use them.</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>Ø But: Negates any words that are stated before it.<BR>Ø Try: Presupposes failure.<BR>Ø If: Presupposes that you may not.<BR>Ø Might: It does nothing definite. It leaves options for your listener.<BR>Ø Would Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen.<BR>Ø Should Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen (and implies guilt.)<BR>Ø Could Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen but the person tries to take credit as if it did happen.<BR>Ø Can't/Don't: These words force the listener to focus on exactly the opposite of what you want. This is a classic mistake that parents and coaches make without knowing the damage of this linguistic error.</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B>Examples:</B></FONT><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=red size=3><B><BR>Toxic phrase: "Don't drop the ball!"<BR>Likely result: Drops the ball<BR>Better language: "Catch the ball!"</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=red size=3><B>Toxic phrase: "You shouldn't watch so much television."<BR>Likely result: Watches more television.<BR>Better language: "I read too much television makes people stupid. You might find yourself turning that TV off and picking up one of those books more often!"</B></FONT> <P><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#008000 size=3><B><I><U>Exercise:</U></I> Take a moment to write down all the phrases you use on a daily basis or any Toxic self-talk that you have noticed yourself using. Write these phrases down so you will begin to catch yourself as they occur and change them.</B></FONT> </P></DIV>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2008 08:59:50 +0530</pubDate><link>http://mande.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/05/31/Power-of-Positive-Talk-1.html</link></item></channel></rss>