Sunday, December 24, 2006

Jose's sandals

Along time ago, so many years ago that we can no longer remember the exact date, there lived in a village in the south of Brazil a little seven-year-old boy called José. He had lost his parents when he was very, very young and had been adopted by a miserly aunt who, even though she had lots of money, spent almost nothing on her nephew. José, having never known the Meaning of love, assumed that this was simply the way life was and so it didn’t bother him at all. They lived in an extremely affluent neighborhood.

but the aunt persuaded the head teacher of the local school to take on her nephew for only a tenth of the normal tuition fee, threatening to complain to the Prefect if he declined her offer. The head teacher had no option but to agree; however, he instructed the teachers to take every opportunity to humiliate José in the hope that he would misbehave and give them a pretext for expelling him. José, having never known love, assumed that this was simply the way life was and so it didn’t bother him at all.

Christmas Eve arrived. The village priest was on holiday and all the pupils had to go to mass in a church some distance from the village. The girls and boys walked along, chatting about what they would find the next day beside the shoes they left out for Father Christmas: fashionable clothes, expensive toys, chocolates, skateboards, and bicycles. Since it was a special day, they were all well-dressed, all except José, who was wearing his usual ragged clothes and the same battered sandals several sizes too small (his aunt had given them to him when he was four, saying that he would only get a new pair when he was ten). Some of the children asked why he was so poor and said they would be ashamed to have a friend who wore such clothes and shoes. Since José had never known love, their questions and comments didn’t bother him at all.

However, when they went into the church, and he heard the organ playing and saw the bright lights and the congregation in their Christmas finery, saw families gathered together and parents embracing their children, José felt he was the most wretched of creatures. After communion, instead of walking back home with the others, he sat down on the steps of the church and began to cry. He may never have known love, but only at that moment did he understand what it was to be alone and helpless and abandoned by everyone.

Just then, he noticed another small boy beside him, barefoot and apparently as poor as he was. He had never seen the boy before and so assumed that he must have walked a long way to get there. He thought: ‘His feet must be really sore. I’ll give him one of my sandals. That will at least relieve half of his pain.’ Although José had never known love, he knew about suffering and didn’t want others to experience it too. He gave one of his sandals to the boy and returned home with the other one. He wore the sandal first on his right foot and then on his left, so that he didn’t bruise the soles of his feet too badly on the stones along the way. As soon as he reached home, his aunt noticed that he was wearing only one sandal and told him that if he didn’t find the other sandal the next day, he would be harshly punished.

José went to bed feeling very afraid because he knew what his aunt’s punishments were like. He lay all night trembling with fear, barely able to sleep at all, and then, just as he was about to drowse off, he heard voices in the front room. His aunt rushed in, demanding to know what was going on. Still groggy from lack of sleep, José joined their visitors and, in the middle of the front room, saw the sandal he had given to the little boy. Now, however, it was surrounded by all kinds of toys, bicycles, skateboards and clothes. The neighbors were shouting and screaming, declaring that their children had been robbed, because when they woke up, they had found nothing beside their shoes at all.

At this point, the priest from the church where they ad celebrated mass the previous day arrived all out of breath: on the steps of the church a statue of the Baby Jesus had appeared, clothed entirely in gold, but wearing only one sandal. Silence fell, everyone present praised God and his miracles, and the aunt wept and begged for forgiveness. And José’s heart was filled with the energy and the meaning of Love.

Disclaimer: This was not written by me, but a great author paulo coelho. I just felt it is very good so I posted it here.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Jeopardy at gym

Recently have been eating more than what a normal person should eat and this has inflated me much faster than a hot air balloon (now my friends call me football). I had acquired so much fat that a walrus would think that I am its distant cousin.

So to reduce the overgrown midsection I joined the college gym. My first impression of gym was “why the hell have they put so many mirrors here” (perhaps to show how fat I am from all sides). I got up in the morning 5:30 and started out to gym. It had been long time since I came out of house at this hour. The whole lane looked like a ghost town. As I walked down the lane a dog started following me, after a few minutes another dog joined in. then another dog joined in and started growling at me. This brought about ten dogs from no-where. All the dogs started barking at me. This was the most frightful situation I have ever been. I was sweating and shaking from head to toe, not knowing what to do I started running and all the dogs got excited and started chasing me. One god even snapped at me and got a piece of my pants. I ran as fast as I could and jumped into a nearby house. Phew this was the scariest moment in my entire life. The owner of the house woken up by all the noise came out with a cricket bat in his hand and chased away all the dogs. I thanked him with all my heart and made my way to gym, with a stick and some stones.

Finally I entered the gym hall, some people had already started working out. When I came in everyone looked at me as if a international sumo wrestler had just walked in. I went straight to the instructor’s office and knocked at the door. But the instructor had not yet come so I went back to gym hall and started walking on the treadmill. I had not even finished 1 lap and I was panting like a dog and had to stop for a drink. I saw some dumbbells lying nearby and a really dumb idea struck my head. I took a pair of 7.5 kg dumbbells and tried to lift it. Most of my fellow body builders were gaping at me. I did 2 counts and there was a sever pain in my left arm. The pain increased so rapidly that I couldn’t even keep the dumbbells down. I just rolled over like a gunny bag of peanuts. Thanks to the people looking at me they lifted me and took me to the hospital. A nice big guy had a car and gave me a ride.

The ride to hospital was memorable because the car I was sitting was a modified Skoda. He was driving at such a terrible speed that he could have been selected as F1 driver instead of Narain Karthikeyan. When we arrived at the hospital the doctor was sleeping on one of the beds reserved for patients. The nice bug guy bluntly shook him. The doctor was in such deep slumber that he screamed Ahhhh!

The doctor was surprised to such an extent that there was no trace of sleepiness after that. He examined my arm and gave me an injection. The needle was so big that it was probably ment for a cow but since I was so fat he used it on me. He said that I had a muscle tear, and had to rest my arm for a whole month.

The lesson learnt by this incident was dumbbells are for dumb people so be careful before you lift a dumbbell.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Litany of an idiot.

Litany of an idiot ( www.litanyofidiot.blogspot.com ) Yes, finally i changed the name of my blog. I dont know which part of my brain told me to change the name but i did it. it was a damn difficult but i did it. yeppppi. hurraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay i am so happy. hehhehhehehehhe