Manas is very fond of writing but lacking patience. Henceforth whatever he writes is not of very classy but sometimes hillarious....here are some thoughts of my elder son on the subjects he studies...
English
English, Oh! What a language
No connection with face or age
Never learnt by any sage
But still was used for stone age
English is so confusing
I don't think it's worth using
A man organised a ball
A kid then played with the ball
English yet is so good
Stories like Red Riding Hood
English was the language use
And learning it nothing we loose :)
History
Most boring subject History
It has no interesting story
Alexander's Army led
Learning it I scratch my head
History class I am in jail
When it ends I get my bail
I feel so bad
I'll soon get mad
History, I tell you
It has nothing new
What happened has happened there
Who, what , when and where?????
MATHS
Maths, Oh what a pain
Velocity size loss and gain
It's foundation is long lane
learning it I will go insane.
Addition and subtraction,
that is not my passion,
I hate maths a lot,
every problem is like a gun shot.
Some day I really start to think,
that maths and life have a link
everyday maths we use
and learning it nothing we lose!!!!
By
Manas Sharma
Monday, 8 June 2009
Another Poem by Manas "HOW YOU WIN"
Success does not come in a day
For this a foundation we must lay
Determination we must have always
Practice and practice for many days.
Success is failure turned inside out
Be sure of what, without a doubt
Work and work very hard
with concentration you must play your card
We must have an action plan
Do we must all that we can
So stick to the fight and never quit
Success sweater is slowly knit
Always remember that "YOU CAN"
All play also we mustn't ban
So go and practice more and more
Remember success is planned before
For this a foundation we must lay
Determination we must have always
Practice and practice for many days.
Success is failure turned inside out
Be sure of what, without a doubt
Work and work very hard
with concentration you must play your card
We must have an action plan
Do we must all that we can
So stick to the fight and never quit
Success sweater is slowly knit
Always remember that "YOU CAN"
All play also we mustn't ban
So go and practice more and more
Remember success is planned before
Wednesday, 6 May 2009
Manpreet wedding
Here are some pics of the wedding.
http://picasaweb.google.com/tanaymanika/ManpreetWedding#
http://picasaweb.google.com/tanaymanika/ManpreetWedding#
Friday, 24 April 2009
Delhi Trip
Ah..Finally we are back from our hectic vacations of Delhi and then Ahmadabad. Why we find home the best place? And if this is best then why we go for vacations time and again away from home :) It was a hectic but fun time in Delhi as we were there only for 6 days. I went to shop for a saree the day we landed in Delhi. I searched almost all the big shops of Central market and finally bought the saree from Karol Bagh - Roop Sarees. It is a beautiful pink saree with silver work on that. The same day I went to mom's house from MIL's house.
Delhi has really changed and people are not that friendly as I used to find it before. Auto driver has kept us waiting for more than half an hour on the gas station while going to mom's house. Finally around 8:30 Kids and I reached to Dilshad Colony. We had great time there and next morning I drove Papa's Maruti to his office. He has really made his office beautiful now. Bhabhi, Bhaiya, Tanay, Mom and all 4 kids came along and had great time there eating matar-kulcha. I love Delhi food and put on another few kgs in these days. I had Chhole bhature, paao bhaji, chuski etc. Delhi is not very hot at least the days we spent there. I also went to Gurgaon to meet Manpreet and Piya. All preparations of the marriage of Manpreet are completed and we were ready to attend her marriage in Ahmadabad. This time I met Sonia too who is doing well in her job but her husband's health is deteriorating day by day. It is really sad to see someone that sick at the age of 38. His kidney and nerves are getting impacted by diabeties and still not worried about his well being. I wish people should be more careful about their health. Bangaloreans are more health counscious than Delhi people. But overall it was nice time and now waiting for in-laws to reach here on Sunday :)
Delhi has really changed and people are not that friendly as I used to find it before. Auto driver has kept us waiting for more than half an hour on the gas station while going to mom's house. Finally around 8:30 Kids and I reached to Dilshad Colony. We had great time there and next morning I drove Papa's Maruti to his office. He has really made his office beautiful now. Bhabhi, Bhaiya, Tanay, Mom and all 4 kids came along and had great time there eating matar-kulcha. I love Delhi food and put on another few kgs in these days. I had Chhole bhature, paao bhaji, chuski etc. Delhi is not very hot at least the days we spent there. I also went to Gurgaon to meet Manpreet and Piya. All preparations of the marriage of Manpreet are completed and we were ready to attend her marriage in Ahmadabad. This time I met Sonia too who is doing well in her job but her husband's health is deteriorating day by day. It is really sad to see someone that sick at the age of 38. His kidney and nerves are getting impacted by diabeties and still not worried about his well being. I wish people should be more careful about their health. Bangaloreans are more health counscious than Delhi people. But overall it was nice time and now waiting for in-laws to reach here on Sunday :)
Monday, 23 March 2009
Touching incident from Asha jeevan - An old age home
We have an old age home located approx. 3 km from my residence and I often visit them.
Yesterday I was cleaning my house and found some old pillows, bed sheets and mattress, which I felt will be useful for the old age home. My maid was looking at me when I was putting all the things in my car with great effort but did not ask any question. I took Ajay along with me and reached to Asha Jeevan.I went inside and asked for help. The organizers Kalpana and Sujata were talking to an old lady who was not able to speak but understood everything. She had thrown a piece of chocolate on the floor which I could see but others were busy in their talk. I was not able to understand anything as they were talking in Kannada. After a while one maid came and gave a box of sweets to Kalpana and she took out a burfi from the box and offered the same to the old lady. Her eyes were wet and she took the piece happily and started eating. Then maid helped the old lady to get up from the seat but she looked at the maid angrily to say that 'she can get up herself'! Maid left her hand and let her walk alone. After taking few steps the old lady stopped and we all were wondering "what is the problem now?" I couldn’t understand anything but Kalpana could see the old lady's diaper coming out of her legs. She advised the maid to put the diaper back and take the lady in her room. I left the things there with the help of a maid and came back.
On the way I was completely quite and thinking. No money can buy the care Kalpana and Sujata provides in that old age home. The old lady had thrown the chocolate because she didn't like that and took the burfi very nicely. Organizers and maids of the old age home spends the entire time with these old people, doing all the chores as we do our daily cleaning or cooking. They don’t feel any burden and understands the feeling of these old people. I visited them many times earlier and every time I bring a memory with me which makes me even stronger.
We don't have time to spend with these old people but at least we can visit them occasionally and distribute some of need. I love talking to old people but visiting old age home makes me depressed sometimes. My younger son Ajay is also very sensitive and doesn’t like visiting these places with me. But Manas is sensible and talks to people as if they are his friends. He went with his school friends and chanted some Bhajans once in this old age home which was a memorable experience.
I personally feel that everybody should be connected to one of such kind of organizations - old age home, children care home or physically impaired people home. This teaches lesson and gives a feeling of contentment :)
Yesterday I was cleaning my house and found some old pillows, bed sheets and mattress, which I felt will be useful for the old age home. My maid was looking at me when I was putting all the things in my car with great effort but did not ask any question. I took Ajay along with me and reached to Asha Jeevan.I went inside and asked for help. The organizers Kalpana and Sujata were talking to an old lady who was not able to speak but understood everything. She had thrown a piece of chocolate on the floor which I could see but others were busy in their talk. I was not able to understand anything as they were talking in Kannada. After a while one maid came and gave a box of sweets to Kalpana and she took out a burfi from the box and offered the same to the old lady. Her eyes were wet and she took the piece happily and started eating. Then maid helped the old lady to get up from the seat but she looked at the maid angrily to say that 'she can get up herself'! Maid left her hand and let her walk alone. After taking few steps the old lady stopped and we all were wondering "what is the problem now?" I couldn’t understand anything but Kalpana could see the old lady's diaper coming out of her legs. She advised the maid to put the diaper back and take the lady in her room. I left the things there with the help of a maid and came back.
On the way I was completely quite and thinking. No money can buy the care Kalpana and Sujata provides in that old age home. The old lady had thrown the chocolate because she didn't like that and took the burfi very nicely. Organizers and maids of the old age home spends the entire time with these old people, doing all the chores as we do our daily cleaning or cooking. They don’t feel any burden and understands the feeling of these old people. I visited them many times earlier and every time I bring a memory with me which makes me even stronger.
We don't have time to spend with these old people but at least we can visit them occasionally and distribute some of need. I love talking to old people but visiting old age home makes me depressed sometimes. My younger son Ajay is also very sensitive and doesn’t like visiting these places with me. But Manas is sensible and talks to people as if they are his friends. He went with his school friends and chanted some Bhajans once in this old age home which was a memorable experience.
I personally feel that everybody should be connected to one of such kind of organizations - old age home, children care home or physically impaired people home. This teaches lesson and gives a feeling of contentment :)
Tuesday, 17 February 2009
"Vacations" from Manas
Vacations are a time of year
where happiness and child are near
when everyone is free from studies
and only job is to play with buddies
We all enjoy vacations
in one way or the other
And all hearts have illuminations
and wish we have another
Vacations are the time to play
and studies are like needle in a hay
play in every possible way
and in the house no one wants to stay
Vacations Vacations Vacations
we all are waiting for you......
where happiness and child are near
when everyone is free from studies
and only job is to play with buddies
We all enjoy vacations
in one way or the other
And all hearts have illuminations
and wish we have another
Vacations are the time to play
and studies are like needle in a hay
play in every possible way
and in the house no one wants to stay
Vacations Vacations Vacations
we all are waiting for you......
A story about Saturadays of our lives
The older we get, the more we enjoy Saturday morning. Perhaps it’s the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it’s the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.
“Well, it sure sounds like we’re busy with our job. I’m sure they pay well but it’s bad to be away from home and our family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. It’s too bad we missed our precious moments,” Let me tell you something that has helped me keep my own priorities.” And that’s when he began to explain his theory of a “thousand marbles.”
“You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years.
“Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3,900, which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime. Now, stick with me, I’m getting to the important part.
It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail,” he went on, “and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy. So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round up 1,000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear.”
Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away. I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life.
There’s nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight.
Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure that if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time.
It was nice to meet you. I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here. This is a 75 year old man, clear and going, good morning!”
Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. “C’mon honey, I’m taking you and the kids to breakfast.” “What brought this on?” she asked with a smile.
“Oh, nothing special, it’s just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. And hey, can we stop at a toy store while we’re out? I need to buy some marbles.”
“Well, it sure sounds like we’re busy with our job. I’m sure they pay well but it’s bad to be away from home and our family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. It’s too bad we missed our precious moments,” Let me tell you something that has helped me keep my own priorities.” And that’s when he began to explain his theory of a “thousand marbles.”
“You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years.
“Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3,900, which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime. Now, stick with me, I’m getting to the important part.
It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail,” he went on, “and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy. So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round up 1,000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear.”
Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away. I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life.
There’s nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight.
Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure that if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time.
It was nice to meet you. I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here. This is a 75 year old man, clear and going, good morning!”
Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. “C’mon honey, I’m taking you and the kids to breakfast.” “What brought this on?” she asked with a smile.
“Oh, nothing special, it’s just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. And hey, can we stop at a toy store while we’re out? I need to buy some marbles.”
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