Dear Friends,


I am sorry that i have not been blogging for such a long time. (Though some of you might even be relieved to get a break from my constant sermonising)


Like you know i was moving my flat and i cannot put into words how difficult it is. The movers were very professional in transporting the stuff but arranging it makes you crazy. And i also realize that its been 2 weeks since i moved, so no more flogging it as an excuse for everything.


Meanwhile my best friend's son had his 'Pasni' or the rice-feeding ceremony for which, i must regretfully inform you that I was neither informed or invited. I understand that it was held in Katmandu while i am in Abu Dhabi but who knows i may have access to a private plane.... And what about that old adage that its the thought that counts.









Anyway here is a pic of the little Prince all decked up in brocade and gold embroidered heirlooms. He is beginning to look like his Grandmother, the wonderfully preserved Mrs. Gyanu Rana of Dhapasi (who on her good days can give some of the British royals a lesson in sophistication and elegance).


In other news Prashanth Tamang is, as you know in the final stretch of the Indian Idol and the final is this Sunday 23rd Sept so please do keep voting. He has done more for the unity of the nepalis than all the politicians put together. Maybe we can make him the King. (My friend HRH-but-wannabe-HM Prabir just had a nervous fit reading the last suggestion).

By the by.... this was one of the first blogs to actually support his quest.

Visionary anyone???

And if any of you value your sanity please do not be swayed by anyone to watch Ram Gopal Verma's remake of Sholay. It is as bad as hindi movies can possible get. Fore-Warned is Fore-Armed

And before i leave you here is a deceptively simple albeit moving story which is currentlly being circulated around by Shraddha Singh nee Rana who has also begun asking everyone around to begin addressing her as THE ONE (dont ask)

Enjoy!

Love

Vish

Two Choices

What would you do? You make the choice!

My question to you is: Would you have made the same choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled children,the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:

"When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. "I believe,that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child."

Then he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked,"Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."

Shay struggled over to the team's bench put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team had put winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first baseman, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"

Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

By now everyone in the stands were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"

Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those watching were on their feet were screaming, "Shay, run home!"

Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team.

That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world.

Shay didn't make it to another summer and died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

The Child is indeed the Father of Man as long as we are able to learn from his innocence.