A book of 365 days : For the love of my passion


It was a usual day for me at work , and more over a weekend approaching . The day when no one in this world wants to work. “Work” yes this word sounds very monotonous these days. We all are working, for the day of the month when get that nice amount into our salary accounts. And you know what i am really happy with amount that gets into my account every month. But , in past few years i was not able to understand that what i was doing is some thing i was suppose to do , or was i meant to do this. I was loosing out on it. I had not found my passion.

Imagine folks , you are currently working on some thing which is not your passion. But , what if you find your passion and that passion gets you money into your account every month , that too at an increasing rate. Isn’t that amazing. Most of us don’t have enough motivation . Our Supervisors set the same old goals and we end up saying at the end of the year that i did this and that blah blah blah.

Look back and see , what you say have you actually done it. Quite a lot of us would have monotonously achieved it. But , its not our passion. I realized mine with this simple webpage that conveys my words to the entire world who is reading this.

Thanks to technology which has contributed a lot to my passion. While i am typing this , i am not speaking a single word , but my words would go cross the boundaries barring all barriers.

We say for the love of god, I say for the love of words, for the love of writing , for the love of my passion. For the love of everything in this world.

My words are my god , my words are my love , my words are my passion . My words are everything for me.

So for now this is Shwetal signing off from this place. Hast la vista.

Enjoy everything for the love of yours.

Shwetal – An Avid writer.


My Salute to Sylvester Stallone


This is one of the SADDEST stories ever told in Hollywood. His name is Sylvester Stallone. One of the BIGGEST and Most famous American Movie superstars. Back in the day,Stallone was a struggling actor in every definition. At some point,he got so broke that he stole his wife’s jewellery and sold it. Things got so bad that he even ended up homeless. Yes,he slept at the New York bus station for 3 days. Unable to pay rent or afford food. His lowest point came when he tried to sell his dog at the liquor store to any stranger. He didn’t have money to feed the dog anymore. He sold it at $25 only. He says he walked away crying.

Two weeks later,he saw a boxing match between Mohammed Ali and Chuck Wepner and that match gave him the inspiration to write the script for the famous movie,ROCKY. He wrote the script for 20 hours! He tried to sell it and got an offer for $125,000 for the script. But he had just ONE REQUEST. He wanted to STAR in the movie. He wanted to be the MAIN ACTOR. Rocky himself. But the studio said NO. They wanted a REAL STAR.


They said he “Looked funny and talked funny”. He left with his script. Afew weeks later,the studio offered him $250,000 for the script. He refused. They even offered $350,000. He still refused. They wanted his movie. But NOT him. He said NO. He had to be

After a while,the studio agreed,gave him $35,000 for the script and let him star in it! The rest is history! The movie won Best Picture,Best Directing and Best Film Editing at the prestigious Oscar Awards. He was even nominated for BEST ACTOR! The Movie ROCKY was even inducted into the American National Film Registry as one of the greatest movies ever!

And do You know the first thing he bought with the $35,000? THE DOG HE SOLD. Yes,Stallone LOVED HIS DOG SO MUCH that he stood at the liquor store for 3 days waiting for the man he sold his dog to. And on the 3rd day,he saw the man coming with the dog. Stallone explained why he sold the dog and begged for the dog back. The man refused. Stallone offered him $100. The man refused. He offered him $500. And the guy refused. Yes,he refused even $1000. And,Believe it or Not,Stallone had to pay $15,000 for the same,same dog he sold at $25 only! And he finally got his dog back!

And today,the same Stallone who slept in the streets and sold his dog JUST BECAUSE he couldn’t even feed it anymore,is one of the GREATEST Movie Stars who ever walked the Earth!

Being broke is BAD. Really BAD. Have You ever had a dream? A wonderful dream? But You are too broke to implement it? Too tiny to do it? Too small to accomplish it? Damn! I’ve been there too many times!

Life is tough. Opportunities will pass you by,just because you are a NOBODY. People will want your products but NOT YOU. Its a tough
world. If you aint already famous,or rich or “connected”,You will find it rough. Doors will be shut on You. People will steal your glory and crash your hopes.You will push and push. And yet NOTHING WILL HAPPEN.

And then your hopes will be crashed.You will be broke. Damn broke. You will do odd jobs for survival. You will be unable to feed yourself. And Yes,you may end up sleeping in the streets.It happens. Yes,it does.

BUT NEVER LET THEM CRUSH THAT DREAM. Whatever happens to You,Keep Dreaming. Even when they crush your hopes,Keep Dreaming. Even when they turn you away,Keep Dreaming. Even when they shut you down,Keep Dreaming.

NO ONE KNOWS WHAT YOU ARE CAPABLE OF EXCEPT YOURSELF! People will judge You by HOW you look. And by WHAT You have.
But please,Fight on! Fight for Your place in history. Fight for your glory. NEVER EVER GIVE UP!

Even if it means selling all your clothes and sleeping with the dogs,ITS OKAY! But AS LONG AS YOU ARE STILL ALIVE,Your STORY IS NOT OVER. TRUST ME.

Keep Up the Fight. Keep your dreams and hope alive. Go get it.

Like and share if inspired. Lovely day people!



What happens when you are in love….


OK It took a lot of courage for me to write about this.  So let me ask this question to all  my readers.  Has anyone of you been in love. I would prefer singles answering this questions. As the married one’s would be beaten to hell by their wives. I am sure many of you have answer as Yes. How amazing.  How did it feel when you fell in love for the first time ?

You know i will tell you what i felt. Though it might sound funny but this is how our neural and emotional intelligence reacts to this feeling of love. Now, when i saw this girl for the first time. All it came in my mind is how can someone be so beautiful , and mind you she was beautiful. I wanted to talk to her. I literally decided that i will talk to her. I always looked at her when she was in class.  Whenever i wanted to talk to her, i never felt confident. Its funny but my heart used to pump fast like anything.

Each time tried going near her , i just could not speak , Just didn’t know  where to start from.

When love happens and not simply true love. You are actually on top of the world. Who says what you don’t simply care. Everything around you is beautiful. So beautiful that you would be actually smiling at the person whom you hate the most. Its that powerful.

How many of you have actually seen this movie “The Proposal”. You would actually replace yourself with Ryan Reynolds in the movie , where when he eventually falls in love with Margarete , he has the same feeling as what i mentioned. You would actually feel the same from inside. And bet me right from the bottom of your heart. While i am writing this , i am writing this from the bottom of my heart.

So when you are actually in love. There is this love hormone “Oxytocin” that plays a significant role in the romantic attraction towards someone . After all we are humans, attraction is part of our lives. The fact that your heart is beating fast when u are in love is indicating its presence.

This what i felt for her when i saw her for the first time. It was really awesome. Rest is history.

For now this is Shwetal signing off from this place. …. Hasta la Vista.

Shwetal – An Avid writer.

If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it.

Tennessee Williams


Vivekananda’s 120-year-old 9/11 speech.


The current issue of Intelligent Life, the culture-technology-lifestyle sibling of The Economist, poses the question “What was the greatest speech ever?” Six writers were asked to give their choices. Mark Tully, BBC’s former bureau chief for India, has chosen Swami Vivekananda’s speech at the first World’s Parliament of Religion in Chicago in 1893. Picks by the others include Abraham Lincoln’s Gettysburg address, Nelson Mandela’s speech at his trial in 1964, and Hillary Clinton’s speech on women’s rights at Beijing in 1995. Most literate Indians are aware of Vivekananda’s speech (I hope), or at least its beginning: “Sisters and brothers of America”. What is less known is that the several thousands of delegates—most of them Christians—were so impressed with this 30-year-old Hindu monk’s words that he was invited to speak five more times over the next fortnight at the congregation. As Tully notes, New York Herald said, “Vivekananda is undoubtedly the greatest figure in the Parliament of Religions.” “He was relevant then and is relevant today for his constant affirmation that all religions are paths to God, and his call for tolerance,” writes Tully. What was so dazzling about that speech? It’s just 458 words long, so could not have lasted more than five or six minutes (It was also delivered extempore). Vivekananda speaks on one single theme: what he believes is the core value of Hinduism, and the most precious one. “I am proud to belong to a religion which has taught the world both tolerance and universal acceptance,” he says. “We believe not only in universal toleration, but we accept all religions as true. I am proud to belong to a nation which has sheltered the persecuted and the refugees of all religions and all nations of the earth… I will quote to you, brethren, a few lines from a hymn which I remember to have repeated from my earliest boyhood, which is every day repeated by millions of human beings: ‘As the different streams having their sources in different paths which men take through different tendencies, various though they appear, crooked or straight, all lead to Thee.’” To go back a little. The way that Vivekananda arrived at the vast hall of Chicago’s Art Institute is itself quite an incredible story. After the death of his Master, Ramakrishna Paramhansa, Vivekananda had lived the life of a wandering mendicant for nearly seven years, travelling the length and breadth of the country. The more he saw the wretched condition of the Indian masses, the more convinced he was that what they needed was less religion and more spirituality (Don’t be put off by that word, Vivekananda’s version of “spirituality” was pragmatic, robust and even physical). Centuries of oppression, poverty and obscurantism had crushed the Indian spirit. What they needed first and foremost, he decided, was inner strength, a confidence that could help them achieve their potential. God, he felt, need not be worshipped on an empty stomach. Two square meals a day were far more important than a visit to a temple, and those meals could come only when a man realized the power inherent in himself, his own divinity, that God resided inside him, as He did in all Creation (If you take “God” and “divinity” out of this observation, it is fundamentally no different from a humanist/atheist argument). Money earned literally through begging door to door, and donations from three South Indian kings, enabled Vivekananda to reach Chicago in July 1893. On arrival, he learnt to his dismay that no delegate would be admitted to Parliament without proper credentials from a bona fide organization. Vivekananda was a lone monk representing no organization, and even if he had been, the last date for registration of delegates was past. In addition, the Parliament was two months away. He had neither the money to return to India nor to live for two months in Chicago and take a chance at gate-crashing the convention. Unwilling to accept defeat, and being told that Boston was a cheaper city than Chicago, he boarded a train to that city. On the way, a wealthy lady co-passenger got into a conversation with him, and was impressed enough to invite him to come and stay in her country home. Vivekananda accepted gratefully, and through his hostess, happened to meet J.H. Wright, a professor of Greek at Harvard. The young monk’s calm wisdom astonished him, and he wrote to the chairman of the committee for the selection of delegates, a friend, and bought him a ticket to Chicago. But when he reached Chicago on 9 September, Vivekananda discovered that he had lost the address of the committee. Walking the streets, he kept asking people about the Parliament, but no one knew anything, and he spent the night in an empty boxcar in a railroad freight yard. Next morning, he started off on his quest again in the richer neighbourhoods of the city. After hours of being shooed away by butlers who saw only a bedraggled foreign beggar when they opened the door, he sat down, exhausted, on the pavement. Miraculously, the door of a mansion across the road opened and the lady of the house appeared, and asked him whether he was a delegate to the Parliament of Religions. Mrs George Hale, whose family would become lifelong friends of Vivekananda, invited him in, and after he had cleaned up and eaten, took him over to the office of the committee and had him registered. The convention began the next day, 11 September. Yes, it was a 9/11. As speaker after speaker representing all the major religions of the world gave lengthy speeches from prepared texts, touting the superiority of their particular faiths, the young man from India realized that neither had he ever addressed such a large gathering (nearly four thousand people), nor did he have any written speech. Frightened now, he kept postponing his turn on the stage, till he had no further excuses left, and had to go up and face the audience. With his very first lines, he established his credentials with a simplicity and pride that must have awed the listeners who would anyway have been intrigued by the looks of this handsome young man in a saffron turban and dress from the East who spoke perfect English. “I thank you in the name of the most ancient order of monks in the world,” said Vivekananda. “I thank you in the name of the mother of religions, and I thank you in the name of millions and millions of Hindu people of all classes and sects.” This was a man who had never been out of India, had spent years tending to the poor and the diseased as he searched for the divine, and was speaking entirely off the cuff of his soul. In the next five minutes that he spoke, he electrified the audience—and, one can’t help but surmise, shamed many of the speakers who had preceded him. For he spoke of the validity of every great religion and against all forms of faith-based intolerance. “Sectarianism, bigotry, and its horrible descendant, fanaticism, have long possessed this beautiful earth,” he said. “They have filled the earth with violence, drenched it often and often with human blood, destroyed civilization and sent whole nations to despair. Had it not been for these horrible demons, human society would be far more advanced than it is now.” There is obviously no record of this, but there would have been very few speakers at that grand convention who had shared hovels with lepers and gone without food for days to seek a greater truth. In his concluding address on the last day of the convention, Vivekananda again stressed harmony and acceptance. “Much has been said of the common ground of religious unity. I am not going just now to venture my own theory. But if anyone here hopes that this unity will come by the triumph of any one of the religions and the destruction of the others, to him I say, ‘Brother, yours is an impossible hope.’ Do I wish that the Christian would become Hindu? God forbid. Do I wish that the Hindu or Buddhist would become Christian? God forbid. The seed is put in the ground, and earth and air and water are placed around it. Does the seed become the earth, or the air, or the water? No. It becomes a plant. It develops after the law of its own growth, assimilates the air, the earth, and the water, converts them into plant substance, and grows into a plant. Similar is the case with religion. The Christian is not to become a Hindu or a Buddhist, nor a Hindu or a Buddhist to become a Christian. But each must assimilate the spirit of the others and yet preserve his individuality and grow according to his own law of growth… Holiness, purity and charity are not the exclusive possessions of any church in the world… If anybody dreams of the exclusive survival of his own religion and the destruction of the others, I pity him from the bottom of my heart.” Writes Tully in his piece to explain why he chose this speech as the greatest of all time: “Vivekananda’s speeches at Parliament resonate today for the many who claim to be spiritual but not religious, who reject religion based on faith and seek experience of God. He said: ‘The Hindu religion does not consist in struggles and attempts to believe a certain doctrine or dogma, but in realizing—not in believing, but in being and becoming.’ And, looking to the future, he said, ‘It will be a religion which will have no place for persecution or intolerance in its polity… Its whole scope, its whole force will be centred in aiding humanity to realize its own, true, divine nature.’ That is the religion so many seek today.” Have there ever been truer words spoken about the sheer waste and stupidity of religious schisms than what that fiery young Indian said on that 9/11 day 120 years ago? To read about Vivekananda today —and what he preached and practised throughout his tragically short life (he passed away at 39)—is to wonder that such a man walked the streets of this nation. Of course he was a Hindu, and he was proud to be one. But his philosophy transcended religions and he had little respect for rituals and ceremonies. His constant focus was on the spirit of Man. “This world is the great gymnasium where we come to make ourselves strong,” he wrote. “Each individual has to work out his own salvation; there is no other way, and so also with nations… Men in general lay all the blame of life on their fellowmen, or, failing that, on God, or they conjure up a ghost, and say it is fate. Where is fate, and who is fate? We reap what we sow. We are the makers of our own fate. None else has the blame, none has the praise. The wind is blowing; and those vessels whose sails are unfurled catch it, and go forward on their way, but those which have their sails furled do not catch the wind. Is that the fault of the wind?” The year 2013 is his 150th birth anniversary year. It is our duty to make sure that Vivekananda is not appropriated by any polemicist or politician, or even any religion. It is our duty to make sure that his name is not taken in vain (to use a Christian term) and his words are not used to push any agenda other than the greatest good for all men. Let us not deify him either (he never could give up smoking, though he tried hard enough); he would have hated that. He was a man, and a man among men. That is what we owe him


Magical Bank


Hello….Imagine that you had won the following prize in a contest:

Each morning your bank would deposit $ 86,400.00 in your  private account for your use. However,this prize has rules, just as  any game has certain rules.

The first set of rules would be:

Everything that you didn’t spend during each day would be taken away from you.You may not simply transfer money into some other account. You may only spend it.

Each morning upon awakening, the bank opens your account with another $86,400.00 for that day.

The  second set of rules:

The bank can end the game without warning; at any time  it can say, Its over,the game is over!  It can  close the account  and you will not receive a new one.

What would you personally do?

You would buy anything and everything you wanted right?  Not only for yourself, but for all people you love, right?  Even for people you don’t know, because you couldn’t  possibly spend it all on yourself, right?  You would try to spend every cent, and use it all, right?


Each of us is in possession of such a magical  bank. We just can’t seem to see it.


Each morning we awaken to receive 86,400 seconds as a gift of life, and when we go to sleep at night, any remaining time is  NOT credited to us.

What we haven’t lived up that day is forever  lost.

Yesterday is forever gone.

Each morning the account is refilled, but the bank  can dissolve your account at any time….

SO, what will YOU do with your 86,400  seconds?

Those seconds are worth so much more than the same amount in dollars.

Think about that, and always think of this:

Enjoy every second of your life, because time races by so much quicker than you  think.

So take care of yourself, be Happy, Love Deeply and enjoy life!

Here’s Wishing you a wonderfull tomorrow. ✔

Start spending.


There is creative reading as well as creative writing.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

For now this is Shwetal Signing off from this place



Not necessary, everyone will agree. But good write up !!!!!


Not necessary, everyone will agree. But good write up !!!!!

Excellent Article written by someone.

Yesterday, I was driving, and the FM radio went off for few seconds. I thought, I should have an iPod. Then suddenly I realized that I have not used my iPod in last 6 months. And then, more things, Handy cam in last 2 years, Digital Camera in last 2 months, DVD player in last 1 month and many more.

Now I can say that I bought that Handy cam just out of impulse, I have used it twice only in last 4 years.So, what’s wrong and where?

When I look at myself or my friends I can see it everywhere. We are not happy with what we have but all are stressed and not happy for the things we don’t have. You have a Santro, but you want City; You have a City, but you want Skoda. Just after buying a new phone, we need another one. Better laptop, bigger TV, faster car, bigger house, more money, and I mean, these examples are endless.

The point is, is it actually worth?

Do we ever think, if we actually need those things before we want them?

After this, I was forced to think what I need and what I don’t. May be I didn’t need this Handy cam or the iPod or that DVD player.

When I see my father back at home. He has a simple BPL colour TV, he doesn’t need 32″ Sony LCD wall mount. He has a cell phone worth Rs 2,500. Whenever I ask him to change the phone, he always says, “It’s a phone; I need this just for calls.”And believe me; he is much happier in life than me with those limited resources and simple gadgets.

The very basic reason why he is happy with so little is that he doesn’t want things in life to make it luxurious, but he wants only those things which are making his life easier.
It’s a very fine line between these two, but after looking my father’s life style closely, I got the point. He needs a cell phone but not the iPhone. He needs a TV but not the 32” plasma. He needs a car but not an expensive one.

Initially I had lot of questions.I am earning good; still I am not happy…why? I have all luxuries; still I am stressed…. ……why? I had a great weekend, still I am feeling tired…… why?

I met lot of people, I thought over it again and again, I still don’t know if I got the answers, but certainly figured out few things. I realize that one thing which is keeping me stressed is the “stay connected” syndrome. I realized that, at home also I am logged in on messengers, checking mails, using social networks, and on the top of that, the windows mobile is not letting me disconnected. On the weekend itself, trying to avoid unwanted calls and that is keeping my mind always full of stress.

I realized that I am spending far lesser money than what I earn; even then I am always worried about money and more money.

I realized that I am saving enough money I would ever need, whenever needed. Still I am stressed about job and salary and spend.

May be, many people will call this approach “not progressive attitude”, but I want my life back.

Ultimately it’s a single life, a day gone is a day gone. I believe if I am not happy tonight, I’ll never be happy tomorrowmorning.

I finally realized that meeting friends, spending quality time with your loved one’s; spending time with yourself is the most important thing.

If on Sunday you are alone and you don’t have anybody to talk with, then all that luxuries life, all that money is wasted.

May be cutting down your requirements, re-calculating your future goal in the light of today’s happiness is a worthwhile thing to do.

May be selling off your Santro and buying Honda City on EMIs is not a good idea. I believe putting your happiness ahead of money is the choice we need to make.

I think, a lot can be said and done but what we need the most is re-evaluation of the value of happiness and time we are giving to our life and people associated with it.

Think about it……

For now this is Shwetal signing off … Hasta la vista..


Shwetal – An Avid writer.


The Bell boy in houseboat – Ishfaq


It was 12th May 2013 , when a flight from Mumbai Landed in Srinagar . Outside temperature was announced as 12 degrees. It was quite surprising for me. As this time of the year , Srinagar is supposed to be in its 20’s . As i looked out from the window , i could see drops of water on the window shield and i saw it was raining out side. I just got excited as i was going to visit a place which is called “Heaven on Earth- Kashmir ” . Few mins later i got out of the aircraft and approached to the respective belt to collect my baggage. My tour manager had planned everything perfect , the concerned person was waiting outside the airport . We were soon taken to the parking place where vehicles were arranged to escort us to the houseboats which we were going to stay for next 2 days.

As we approached the parking lot , we were mobbed by a group of kashmiri locals , who wanted to help us with our luggage. They spoke with us in kashmiri , i kept looking at them with a blank face , as if i am not at all understanding anything.  Kashmiri’s have a culture of working in unity and understanding. I did not understand a single word they spoke, however i was astonished by their profound unity to work together. I was carrying 4 huge trolley bags , each of them would have easily weighed 20 kg’s minimum.  The locals took all the luggage from us and placed them on top of cars so easily as if they weighed just 5 kgs.

OK so now that i had formally began my drive from Srinagar airport to Nigeen Lake where , houseboats awaited our arrival.  After around 30 mins of drive we arrived at Nigeen lake where a few shikara’s were arranged to transport our luggage to the assigned house boats.

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 As our luggage arrived in shikara , a plush wooden houseboat was waiting for us to get checked in. It was tough time for me to get the luggage from Shikara to houseboat terminal. Well i call that place a houseboat terminal , dont really know what it is called really. While i was taking my luggage out. There came a helping hand behind me. And it was a boy in his 20’s giving me helping hand for my luggage , the way he was working i could easily make out that he was the bell boy of houseboat. A very innocent face in his 20 ‘s , was pushing hard to get the luggage out of the shikara.

I kept looking at him, and i felt a sense of appreciation for him inside me. This was the time i could realize that these locals here are so hardworking.  Ishfaq took us through the houseboat and guided us well.

After i was settled in the houseboat with my family , i ha a quick lunch and i came back to my houseboat by shikara.  It was nice chilling weather in Srinagar as it has been raining all day. The view from my house boat was amazing as you could see in the below image. 2013-05-14 06.08.46

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After lunch i felt like sipping a hot coffee near the lake , so i asked Ishfaq to get me one. After a few mins i had a coffee cup in my hands. I felt like i should ask Ishfaq something. He was standing at a distance away from me. I called him and asked. ” So how do the locals survive here. I mean whats the main source of income for them”

“Tourism Sir.” He said. ” Those who are below poverty line are given only 35 Kgs ( for the whole year) of grains to survive. “

I was moved hearing this. When i look back at myself. How much money we people have and how much we actually require and how much we end up wasting and these people they get only 35 kgs for the whole year.

Anyways , i knew for the fact that there is nothing i could do at that moment apart from hearing his story . But yes i believe we could bring a change withing our own self when we look at people like Ishfaq. The next day i went out as per my plan and in the evening i was supposed to check out to move towards Pahalgam.

While i did my usual formalities , it was Ishfaq standing next to me giving me a smile ” Sir could you do something for our tip “

I absolutely had no clue as to what do i do. Completely in the state of confusion , i pulled out a Rs 50 note from my pocket and handed it over to him as courtesy. I kept thinking if that 100 Rs Note was going to change anything in his life . But this is what is life all about for people like Ishfaq. People like us who with a great difficulty are able to pick up the luggage we carry , for them its a profession which would give them money. Hope someday things would change.

For now this is Shwetal signing off from here…… Back from Kashmir heaven on earth.

Shwetal – An avid writer.


There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.

W. Somerset Maugham