The TeacupThere was a couple who used to go to shop in the beautiful stores.. They both liked antiques and pottery and especially teacups. One day in this beautiful shop they saw a beautiful teacup. They said, "May we see that? We've never seen one quite so beautiful." As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke. "You don't understand," it said. "I haven't always been a teacup. There was a time when I was red and I was clay." My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, "let me alone", but he only smiled, "Not yet." "Then I was placed on a spinning wheel," the teacup said, "and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. Stop it! I'm getting dizzy!" I screamed. But the master only nodded and said, 'Not yet." Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I wondered why he wanted to burn me, and I yelled and knocked at the door. I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as He shook his head, "Not yet." Finally the door opened, he put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. "There, that's better," I said. And he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. "Stop it, stop it!" I cried. He only nodded, "Not yet." Then suddenly he put me back into the oven, not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. All the time I could see him through the opening nodding his head saying, "Not yet." Then I knew there wasn't any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give up. But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf. One hour later he handed me a mirror and said, "Look at yourself." And I did. I said, "That's not me; that couldn't be me. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful." "I want you to remember," then, he said, "I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I had left you alone, you'd have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled. I knew it hurt and was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put you there, you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn't done that, you never would have hardened; you would not have had any color in your life. And if I hadn't put you back in that second oven, you wouldn't survive for very long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. You are what I had in mind when I first began with you."
God knows what He's doing (for all of us).He is the Potter, and we are His clay.He will mold us and make us, So that we may be made into a flawless piece of work To fulfill His good, pleasing, and perfect willHAKUNA MATATA - JUST CHILL and see below
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Thursday, July 17, 2008
The making of Brand SRK
There must be a lesson in it somewhere. A young man with average looks and no connections comes to Mumbai to be a film star and succeeds beyond any expectations. Along the way, he marries his childhood sweetheart, stays happily married, dotes on his kids, builds a house where he dreamed he would and still remains the nation's undiminished favourite two decades on. Everything he touches seems to turn to gold, whether it has to do with films, television or cricket. He promotes himself, the brands he endorses, the team he buys and the films he makes relentlessly and no one can still have enough of him. He has become better looking with time and actually grew six-pack at the age of forty. He speaks with a shrewd combination of arrogance and disarming self-deprecation and never descends to being the caricature some celebrities become. No one calls him a great actor; he plays himself or more accurately plays Shah Rukh Khan playing the character in most films and again that is what people seem to want. Shah Rukh Khan strikes a chord with us in some deep unique way. He captures the spirit of the times effortlessly and plays it back to us in a compelling way. He is the mainstream hero who makes us feel good about ourselves. He makes us want to do more, lead a better life by showing us that it can not only be done, but enjoyed without paying any major price. You can have fame, fortune, success, a happy family; you can have it all. And it is easy.
Shah Rukh Khan is the market. He does not merely use market forces, he embodies them. He represents the market's best foot forward, he exemplifies what the market can do for us. He is a giant shining billboard for the market where glitter co-exists with good times and fame sits well with family. He sits so effortlessly with business because he makes it look good. We are seduced by his charm into wanting and buying. The market persona has been constructed, even if unconsciously out of all elements available to him. The roles he has played, especially the Raj/Rahul persona that made him a superstar were evangelists for modernity. In films like DDLJ, DTPH, Mohabattein and to a lesser extent, Pardes, he played the Pied Piper of modernity, showing us how the modern was nothing but a distillation of the traditional. Raj in DDLJ tells us how desire in its purest form can melt all forces of the past. In Mohabattein, his character is even more naked in his espousal of individual desire and it is fitting that he takes over from Amitabh Bachchan as the principal, signifying that the present has subsumed the past and is its legitimate representative. By dismantling the restrictive confines of the past, the individual is rendered free to seek definition through his desires. Even in off-beat roles exploring the darker side of desire, it is notable that his characters no larger try for legitimacy than the intensity of desire itself. In Baazigar the desire for revenge made him worse than his enemy and in Darr and Anjaam, the desire has no larger justification whatsoever. The individual in this films is driven because of desire and the audience is recruited to cheer. The recent roles of Shah Rukh have now evolved into a comfortable representation of the market. Om Shanti Om is the celebration of a market where the past is no longer a time, but a look. The individual is sufficiently detached from the past so as to be able to play with it. The past can be bought now as a shirt, then again as a hair style. If Amitabh Bachchan's Vijay was an individual seething in an effort to become one under the crushing weight of failed father figures, Shah Rukh's Rahul has rendered himself free of the past and lives in what someone has called an ever present. Add to this, his real life story and persona and you have a compelling portrait of man-as-market. Bereft of ideology, lacking a centre or core, brand SRK is the distillation of all that we want to be projected on the 70 mm screen called Shah Rukh Khan. Shah Rukh does not merely advertise brands, he is the best advertisement for where it all comes from the market.
Shah Rukh Khan is the market. He does not merely use market forces, he embodies them. He represents the market's best foot forward, he exemplifies what the market can do for us. He is a giant shining billboard for the market where glitter co-exists with good times and fame sits well with family. He sits so effortlessly with business because he makes it look good. We are seduced by his charm into wanting and buying. The market persona has been constructed, even if unconsciously out of all elements available to him. The roles he has played, especially the Raj/Rahul persona that made him a superstar were evangelists for modernity. In films like DDLJ, DTPH, Mohabattein and to a lesser extent, Pardes, he played the Pied Piper of modernity, showing us how the modern was nothing but a distillation of the traditional. Raj in DDLJ tells us how desire in its purest form can melt all forces of the past. In Mohabattein, his character is even more naked in his espousal of individual desire and it is fitting that he takes over from Amitabh Bachchan as the principal, signifying that the present has subsumed the past and is its legitimate representative. By dismantling the restrictive confines of the past, the individual is rendered free to seek definition through his desires. Even in off-beat roles exploring the darker side of desire, it is notable that his characters no larger try for legitimacy than the intensity of desire itself. In Baazigar the desire for revenge made him worse than his enemy and in Darr and Anjaam, the desire has no larger justification whatsoever. The individual in this films is driven because of desire and the audience is recruited to cheer. The recent roles of Shah Rukh have now evolved into a comfortable representation of the market. Om Shanti Om is the celebration of a market where the past is no longer a time, but a look. The individual is sufficiently detached from the past so as to be able to play with it. The past can be bought now as a shirt, then again as a hair style. If Amitabh Bachchan's Vijay was an individual seething in an effort to become one under the crushing weight of failed father figures, Shah Rukh's Rahul has rendered himself free of the past and lives in what someone has called an ever present. Add to this, his real life story and persona and you have a compelling portrait of man-as-market. Bereft of ideology, lacking a centre or core, brand SRK is the distillation of all that we want to be projected on the 70 mm screen called Shah Rukh Khan. Shah Rukh does not merely advertise brands, he is the best advertisement for where it all comes from the market.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Improve Your Personality
Improve Your Personality
Be Objective and Realistic
Self-confidence, as we seen, is the source of strength and the secret of success. We have, therefore, been examining at some length how one could acquire self confidence and continuously increase it, initially by conscious efforts and thereafter as a matter of routine. Inferiority complex is the chief enemy of self-confidence. This snaps one’s energy, creates serious doubts about one’s strength and capacity and tenders one different, cautious, backward and inactive.
Be Objective and Realistic
Self-confidence, as we seen, is the source of strength and the secret of success. We have, therefore, been examining at some length how one could acquire self confidence and continuously increase it, initially by conscious efforts and thereafter as a matter of routine. Inferiority complex is the chief enemy of self-confidence. This snaps one’s energy, creates serious doubts about one’s strength and capacity and tenders one different, cautious, backward and inactive.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
A CRASH COURSE FOR SUCCESS
Here r Some Tips for Success
Play to win and not to lose.
Learn from other people’s mistakes.
Associate with people of high moral character.
Give more than you get.
Don’t look for something for nothing.
Always think long term.
Evaluate your strengths and build on them.
Always keep the larger picture in mind when making a decision.
Never compromise your integrity.
Play to win and not to lose.
Learn from other people’s mistakes.
Associate with people of high moral character.
Give more than you get.
Don’t look for something for nothing.
Always think long term.
Evaluate your strengths and build on them.
Always keep the larger picture in mind when making a decision.
Never compromise your integrity.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
LUCK
LUCK
He worked by day
And toiled by night.
He gave up play
And some delight.
Dry books he read,
New things to learn.
And forged ahead,
Success to earn.
He plodded on with
Faith and pluck;
And when he won,
Men called it luck.
He worked by day
And toiled by night.
He gave up play
And some delight.
Dry books he read,
New things to learn.
And forged ahead,
Success to earn.
He plodded on with
Faith and pluck;
And when he won,
Men called it luck.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
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