Friday, January 01, 2010


Each new year brings new beginnings, new hopes, new desires, new promises,  new opportunities, new goals, new possibilities, new challenges...! And we wish if we could do this, we would be that; if we were this, we would get is so full of paradoxes!

If we could work harder, we would be successful and happy...and if we were successful, we wouldn't need to toil for small comforts!
If we could keep ourselves up-to-date on all fronts, we would we highly sought...and if we were highly sought, we could gather any information easily!
If we could prevent our monotonous routine, we would lead an exciting life...and if we had an exciting life, we wouldn't feel the boredom!
If we could stop worrying over petty issues, we would lead a peaceful life...and if we had a peaceful life, we would keep stress out of life!
If we could control time-wastage, we would be able to do a plenty of things...and if we had plenty to do, we couldn't think of squandering time!
If we could befriend all we meet, we would not face any hostility...and if we did not face hostilities, we would welcome everybody! 
If we could restrict impulse spending, we would save hell lot of money...and if we had lot of money, we wouldn't need to think before buying anything!
If we could limit junk food, we would be healthy and fit...and if we were healthy, we wouldn't mind taking a bite of anything!
If we could accept our faults, we would turn perfect some day...and if we were perfect, we wouldn't carry-out any mistakes!

And, if only we kept our resolutions each year, we would have been flawless today!
IF - Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

PS: Picture courtesy Google. 

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