THE RAIN - In Every Human Heart
I love THE RAIN—real, honest-to-goodness! There's nothing like the thrill of those low, gray clouds rolling in and the fresh earthy aroma of an impending downpour. That smell sends a chill down my spine... in fact, most humans. That's the beauty of nature... It's also the beauty of the mind... for the way it rains.
As someone rightly said:
“The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every sinner has a past, and every saint has a future.”
... a bud in the pool feeling secure of being closed, caught unaware of the beauty of the bloom. With every second ticking the clock and the sun sending the sensors of love to the earthly souls, every ray of him sensing the equally sensible bud... it cheers up with the whispers of the sun... enjoys the pleasure of being loved, loves trembling her thoughts... a pleasure which she can only feel, she can only think, she can only view and goes unexplained... beyond the land of the skies... it's also the beauty of the mind... for the way it rains.
... a boy in teens riding his thoughts and chasing the dreams with the lass of his life... just for the moment. Equal was she in his arms, brushing the hair with her silky-smooth fingers and hiding his face in her long, luscious black hair. Together they built their life for a lifetime... a house for themselves with a beautiful garden, a big landscape with a pool besides the palm tree and grove to rest in for the rest of life... it's also the beauty of the mind... for the way it rains.
... a prisoner sentenced to life thinks bright about his tomorrow, forgetting the dark nights of all those yesterdays. Realizes his life got revitalized with the verdict and feels purity in him with the devil in him divorcing the ways. Again... he enjoys the morning sunrise, the charm of the hummingbird, the jingles from the stream, the lush greens, the blue skies, the chilled weather, the dew droplets, the buds and the flowers, loves his parents and above all humanity... though the fact stands... he can just count his days... still would like to live it again... not like a monster... but like a "just-born baby"... tears roll down his cheeks soothing him the motherly way... heartening him about his next life... it's also the beauty of the mind... for the way it rains.
... a man lost his love after 18 years of marriage. She left him two kids to nurture them the ways of her thoughts. The man feels her every moment of the day, from the very morning wakeup call to the kids to that of the good night stories... songs... and themes he hums for them. She is there in his life. Just inside his heart though far above the material world... blissful of the eternal love. He sees the children grow to make a life on their own... and also sees the rebirth of the child in him. He feels to be loved, he feels to be cared, he craves to feel the hand of his beloved, jog down the lanes, walk the lawns, collect the pebbles on the seashore, rest his head on her shoulders, lean on her when he is tired, serve her equally... realizes that it's time for him to take the stairs up... to hold the hand that awaits his touch... and does so... it's also the beauty of the mind... for the way it rains.
... a professional of his life lives the pride of achievements, pats the neighbor to take the tough road ahead, drives home the thorny way, feels the pain of the body in the mind, enjoys the pleasure of the pain in the heart for the way it would bear him the fruits. The leader only knows what it all results in... as it gave him not an hour or two or a day... it created fortunes for him and the most beautiful life for him. Pains are for a jiffy in life, the strengths are mightier in you, much bigger is life before you... take it a ride... see that it doesn't ride you... but for sure you should steer it your way... the good Samaritan way. It is just not possible with your mom, your dad, your sister, your brother, your cousins, your relatives... all that it requires is YOUR FRIEND... who can think about the most beautiful things of you and for you... it's also the beauty of the mind... for the way it rains.
... a just-born baby smiles at everyone and loves giggling at the world, no matter what amount of foul it has. For her, the world is through her mother's eyes... for that matter, she is her life. Deep dimples on her face the moment she sees her mother, eyes wide open when she is introduced to the father... she knew that mother is the nature and father is the belief and the man above is the creator. She breathes through the life in the nature's lap, grows in her mother's shoes, wears the father's attitude, carries the Almighty's spirit in her, takes the world in her stride and proves her mettle... just to ensure that she becomes the pathfinder for the generations to follow... it's also the beauty of the mind... for the way it rains.
... a beautiful girl with an equally beautiful smile, rosy lips, soft skin... as soft as her heart... falls head over heels for the guy of her life... seen him growing with her through her kindergarten and to the teens. She makes the brightest of the days with her slender dimples... that play hide and seek with the people watching it... not a striking beauty but for sure she would be the woman of thoughts in most of the teens... of course, a lucky teen was born there to walk along with her for life. She is in all brains for him and wits for her profession... still, she feels the "way lost"... for that together they would soon live out individually to kill the time and win the battle of a lifetime... but with confidence, fervor, fondness, and love... it's also the beauty of the mind... for the way it rains.
... a guy just in time pushing things into his life, steps each count a day and withers at things for they are not born for him... but goes defying it to win by the time he loses the heart on it. Time and again it happens for him, but never was he tired of the chase... not the cat and rat, nor the bat and the ball... it's the game of blood and breathe... because he has a caring brain and a soothing heart to heal the scars made by life. He believes the world above, has faith in his people, lives his world... leads the life his heart's way... no matter... the tears it earns for things it yearns... still, every new sunrise is a new day of his life, a new challenge of his life, a new way to go, new friends to make, a new place to explore, new avenues to discover, new heights to reach... it's also the beauty of the mind... for the way it rains.
Every walk of life, every lifestyle, every living, every talk you make, every thing you speak, every time you think, every decision you make, every thing you fall for, every time you stand again, every time you become tough... every time... every time... it is there with you... it is there in you... it is born for you. It is there in you, it is there in me, it is there in everyone... it is THE RAIN... it is all about thoughts, views, feelings, and expressions that drive people through the ages... it is there in every human heart... it's the beauty of the mind... for the way it rains.
I love THE RAIN—real, honest-to-goodness!
Shankar Anappindi
0 9849 669966
HR Executive
KARVY Group
Hyderabad
From India, Visakhapatnam
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3I love THE RAIN—real, honest-to-goodness! There's nothing like the thrill of those low, gray clouds rolling in and the fresh earthy aroma of an impending downpour. That smell sends a chill down my spine... in fact, most humans. That's the beauty of nature... It's also the beauty of the mind... for the way it rains.
As someone rightly said:
“The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every sinner has a past, and every saint has a future.”
... a bud in the pool feeling secure of being closed, caught unaware of the beauty of the bloom. With every second ticking the clock and the sun sending the sensors of love to the earthly souls, every ray of him sensing the equally sensible bud... it cheers up with the whispers of the sun... enjoys the pleasure of being loved, loves trembling her thoughts... a pleasure which she can only feel, she can only think, she can only view and goes unexplained... beyond the land of the skies... it's also the beauty of the mind... for the way it rains.
... a boy in teens riding his thoughts and chasing the dreams with the lass of his life... just for the moment. Equal was she in his arms, brushing the hair with her silky-smooth fingers and hiding his face in her long, luscious black hair. Together they built their life for a lifetime... a house for themselves with a beautiful garden, a big landscape with a pool besides the palm tree and grove to rest in for the rest of life... it's also the beauty of the mind... for the way it rains.
... a prisoner sentenced to life thinks bright about his tomorrow, forgetting the dark nights of all those yesterdays. Realizes his life got revitalized with the verdict and feels purity in him with the devil in him divorcing the ways. Again... he enjoys the morning sunrise, the charm of the hummingbird, the jingles from the stream, the lush greens, the blue skies, the chilled weather, the dew droplets, the buds and the flowers, loves his parents and above all humanity... though the fact stands... he can just count his days... still would like to live it again... not like a monster... but like a "just-born baby"... tears roll down his cheeks soothing him the motherly way... heartening him about his next life... it's also the beauty of the mind... for the way it rains.
... a man lost his love after 18 years of marriage. She left him two kids to nurture them the ways of her thoughts. The man feels her every moment of the day, from the very morning wakeup call to the kids to that of the good night stories... songs... and themes he hums for them. She is there in his life. Just inside his heart though far above the material world... blissful of the eternal love. He sees the children grow to make a life on their own... and also sees the rebirth of the child in him. He feels to be loved, he feels to be cared, he craves to feel the hand of his beloved, jog down the lanes, walk the lawns, collect the pebbles on the seashore, rest his head on her shoulders, lean on her when he is tired, serve her equally... realizes that it's time for him to take the stairs up... to hold the hand that awaits his touch... and does so... it's also the beauty of the mind... for the way it rains.
... a professional of his life lives the pride of achievements, pats the neighbor to take the tough road ahead, drives home the thorny way, feels the pain of the body in the mind, enjoys the pleasure of the pain in the heart for the way it would bear him the fruits. The leader only knows what it all results in... as it gave him not an hour or two or a day... it created fortunes for him and the most beautiful life for him. Pains are for a jiffy in life, the strengths are mightier in you, much bigger is life before you... take it a ride... see that it doesn't ride you... but for sure you should steer it your way... the good Samaritan way. It is just not possible with your mom, your dad, your sister, your brother, your cousins, your relatives... all that it requires is YOUR FRIEND... who can think about the most beautiful things of you and for you... it's also the beauty of the mind... for the way it rains.
... a just-born baby smiles at everyone and loves giggling at the world, no matter what amount of foul it has. For her, the world is through her mother's eyes... for that matter, she is her life. Deep dimples on her face the moment she sees her mother, eyes wide open when she is introduced to the father... she knew that mother is the nature and father is the belief and the man above is the creator. She breathes through the life in the nature's lap, grows in her mother's shoes, wears the father's attitude, carries the Almighty's spirit in her, takes the world in her stride and proves her mettle... just to ensure that she becomes the pathfinder for the generations to follow... it's also the beauty of the mind... for the way it rains.
... a beautiful girl with an equally beautiful smile, rosy lips, soft skin... as soft as her heart... falls head over heels for the guy of her life... seen him growing with her through her kindergarten and to the teens. She makes the brightest of the days with her slender dimples... that play hide and seek with the people watching it... not a striking beauty but for sure she would be the woman of thoughts in most of the teens... of course, a lucky teen was born there to walk along with her for life. She is in all brains for him and wits for her profession... still, she feels the "way lost"... for that together they would soon live out individually to kill the time and win the battle of a lifetime... but with confidence, fervor, fondness, and love... it's also the beauty of the mind... for the way it rains.
... a guy just in time pushing things into his life, steps each count a day and withers at things for they are not born for him... but goes defying it to win by the time he loses the heart on it. Time and again it happens for him, but never was he tired of the chase... not the cat and rat, nor the bat and the ball... it's the game of blood and breathe... because he has a caring brain and a soothing heart to heal the scars made by life. He believes the world above, has faith in his people, lives his world... leads the life his heart's way... no matter... the tears it earns for things it yearns... still, every new sunrise is a new day of his life, a new challenge of his life, a new way to go, new friends to make, a new place to explore, new avenues to discover, new heights to reach... it's also the beauty of the mind... for the way it rains.
Every walk of life, every lifestyle, every living, every talk you make, every thing you speak, every time you think, every decision you make, every thing you fall for, every time you stand again, every time you become tough... every time... every time... it is there with you... it is there in you... it is born for you. It is there in you, it is there in me, it is there in everyone... it is THE RAIN... it is all about thoughts, views, feelings, and expressions that drive people through the ages... it is there in every human heart... it's the beauty of the mind... for the way it rains.
I love THE RAIN—real, honest-to-goodness!
Shankar Anappindi
0 9849 669966
HR Executive
KARVY Group
Hyderabad
From India, Visakhapatnam
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Oh! dear Shankar, namaskar. The world is a blooming, bzzing confusion. there you will have to aquire what you want. What is the extent you have aquired so far? regards, jogeshwar.
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Hello Mr Shankar, I must congratulate you for this beautiful article.It is indeed very pure n beautiful.Hope to read more of such articles from u’r side. Vaishakhi
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Dr. Jogeshwar mahanta Ji! Namaskar. Achievements acquired......hmmmmm......appears so near....yet so far.....because I do not know which is long.....forever or always. Shankar Anappindi
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Shaki! Thank you for the encouraging words.....after all LIFE is all about LIVE AND LET LIVE. Shankar Anappindi 0 9849669966 HR EXECUTIVE KARVY GROUP HYDERABAD INDIA
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Dear Shankar, Waahooo!! That was really a lovely and inspiring piece of writing...How i wish, how i wish it rain on me....rain on my face some funny day! Keep walking..Cheers! V
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woah...amazing mail... i love the rains toooo. n its beautiful how uve captured these emotions.
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Thank you, Sunayan @ Zillions!!
Well, I am liking the forum. It has a high hit rate of responses unlike many others.
Junta, I have two requests:
1. I was thinking of pursuing some course in OD. Does anyone have any suggestions?
2. Are there any models/theories on Human Resource Planning and tracking workload on employees (non-IT please!)?
Let's see... is there anybody out there!
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Well, I am liking the forum. It has a high hit rate of responses unlike many others.
Junta, I have two requests:
1. I was thinking of pursuing some course in OD. Does anyone have any suggestions?
2. Are there any models/theories on Human Resource Planning and tracking workload on employees (non-IT please!)?
Let's see... is there anybody out there!
Regards,
V
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Sree, Sunayana, and all the Humans,
Thank you for appreciating my thoughts and expressions about the people around. I hope that each and every one of us will have a delightful day.
I extend my gratitude to all of you for the words that have fueled my energy and belief in "living life... the others way too."
Thanks, Shankar Anappindi
0 9849 669966
HR Executive
KARVY Group
HYDERABAD
INDIA
From India, Visakhapatnam
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Thank you for appreciating my thoughts and expressions about the people around. I hope that each and every one of us will have a delightful day.
I extend my gratitude to all of you for the words that have fueled my energy and belief in "living life... the others way too."
Thanks, Shankar Anappindi
0 9849 669966
HR Executive
KARVY Group
HYDERABAD
INDIA
From India, Visakhapatnam
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Dear Shankar,
I read your article on the hero of your life (the one on mother), and I found it really interesting. I think you will find the following article interesting.
WHY I LOVE MY MOM
Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, "I'm tired, and it's getting late. I'm going to bed."
She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches, washed after-dinner snack dishes, put away the dried dinner dishes, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the windows to make sure they were closed and locked, and prepared the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.
She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, straightened up the family room, put the phone back on the charger, and put the telephone book into the drawer.
She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket, and hung up a towel back on the towel rack in the bathroom. She checked the kids' schedule for the next day, wrote a note to a teacher, counted out some cash for the field trip, stamped a few envelopes, wrote a quick note for the grocery store, put both near her purse, and threw away some trash hiding under the kitchen table. Then she yawned, stretched, and headed for the bedroom.
Mom then washed her face with 3-in-1 cleanser, put on her Night solution & age-fighting moisturizer, flossed, and brushed her teeth.
Dad called out, "I thought you were going to bed."
"I'm on my way," she said.
She went back downstairs, put some water into the dog's dish, fed the fish, made sure the doors were locked, the alarm was on, and the outside lights were off. She looked in on each of the kids, turned out their bedside lamps and TVs, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one still up doing homework.
In her room, she set the alarm and laid out clothing for the next day. She added three things to her six most important things to-do list. She said her prayers and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.
About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular, "I'm going to bed."
And he did... without another thought. Anything extraordinary here?
Wonder why women live longer?
From India, Delhi
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I read your article on the hero of your life (the one on mother), and I found it really interesting. I think you will find the following article interesting.
WHY I LOVE MY MOM
Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, "I'm tired, and it's getting late. I'm going to bed."
She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches, washed after-dinner snack dishes, put away the dried dinner dishes, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the windows to make sure they were closed and locked, and prepared the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.
She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, straightened up the family room, put the phone back on the charger, and put the telephone book into the drawer.
She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket, and hung up a towel back on the towel rack in the bathroom. She checked the kids' schedule for the next day, wrote a note to a teacher, counted out some cash for the field trip, stamped a few envelopes, wrote a quick note for the grocery store, put both near her purse, and threw away some trash hiding under the kitchen table. Then she yawned, stretched, and headed for the bedroom.
Mom then washed her face with 3-in-1 cleanser, put on her Night solution & age-fighting moisturizer, flossed, and brushed her teeth.
Dad called out, "I thought you were going to bed."
"I'm on my way," she said.
She went back downstairs, put some water into the dog's dish, fed the fish, made sure the doors were locked, the alarm was on, and the outside lights were off. She looked in on each of the kids, turned out their bedside lamps and TVs, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one still up doing homework.
In her room, she set the alarm and laid out clothing for the next day. She added three things to her six most important things to-do list. She said her prayers and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.
About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular, "I'm going to bed."
And he did... without another thought. Anything extraordinary here?
Wonder why women live longer?
From India, Delhi
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Jayasri Ji!
What should I say... People say LOVE is something which can only be felt near to the heart, but how glad it would be if people could realize that MOTHER is the creator of LOVE & LIVING IT. Given a chance, I do not say that I would die for my mother, but I would love to be born as her mother and serve her the way she does for me. Probably, this is the only way I can express my gratitude for her.
Shankar Anappindi
0 9849 669966
Asst. Manager - HR
KARVY Group
HYDERABAD
INDIA
From India, Visakhapatnam
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What should I say... People say LOVE is something which can only be felt near to the heart, but how glad it would be if people could realize that MOTHER is the creator of LOVE & LIVING IT. Given a chance, I do not say that I would die for my mother, but I would love to be born as her mother and serve her the way she does for me. Probably, this is the only way I can express my gratitude for her.
Shankar Anappindi
0 9849 669966
Asst. Manager - HR
KARVY Group
HYDERABAD
INDIA
From India, Visakhapatnam
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