Sunday, January 24, 2010

Weimaraner

If I were a dog, I would have been that.

It's a Sunday. I have a hangover. I'm stinking of rum. Speaking of which, here is a little thought.

There was once a bridge connecting a small town. Because of the flash floods, the bridge was completely submerged. A car driver, who wanted to cross the bridge, asked a boy sitting on the bank about the depth of the water. The boy said it would not be more than six inches. The driver drove the car only to get washed away. Later, when someone asked the boy as to why he had said six inches, he replied, "Well, I saw a bunch of ducks passing by, and they seemed to calmly walk across the bridge."

The question here, is how many times in your life have you been the boy on the bank? How many times did you presume that you 'knew' a situation before reacting to it? Interesting, eh?

*Source: Chatterji uncle.

And woke up with this thought:

There are many people on this planet. Some are born to rule, some, to rock, few follow their dreams, many aim to please, some will only cheat, one or two will always take the heat, but there are very few, and I mean limited in phonetics, who are born just for the heck of it.

How is everyone doing?