Goan Fisherman

A boat docked in a tiny Goan village. A tourist from Mumbai complimented the Goan fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them. 'Not very long,' answered the fisherman. 'But then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?' asked the Mumbaite. The Goan fisherman explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family. The Mumbaite asked, 'But what do you do with the rest of your time?' 'I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, play guitar, sing a few songs... I have a full life.' The Mumbaite interrupted, 'I have an MBA from IIM-A, and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat.' 'And after that?' asked the Goan. 'With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Panjim, or even Mumbai. From there you can direct your huge new enterprise.' 'How long would that take?' asked the Goan. 'Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years,' replied the Mumbaite. 'And after that?' 'Afterwards? Well my Friend, That's when it gets really interesting,' chuckled the Mumbaite, 'When your business gets really big, you can start selling stocks and make millions!' 'Millions? Really? And after that?' asked the Goan. 'After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings doing what you like with your buddies.' 'With all due respect sir, but that's exactly what I am doing now. So what's the point wasting 25 years?' asked the Goan. And the moral of the story is? Know where you're going in life. You may already be there! Life in the present world is indeed a rat race, more like a Merry-go-round. Many who have good qualifications too do not know where they are going in life. They just move in circles. Do not waste your time. Its precious. -- O.A.K.

YES!+ ...Zindagi Milegi na Dobaara

Just heard the title track from ROCK ON. And i was in the composer mood. Then I had an idea of making some changes to the lyrics of the song. And ...Voila! A new YES!+ song was created!!! Sing it with the tune of "Rock On" Dil Kya Kehta Hai Mera Kya Main Bataoon Tum Ye Samjhoge Shayad Main Pagal Hoon YES!+ karke maine jo khusi paayi hai Tum Ye Samjhoge Shayad Main Pagal Hoon Dil Karta Hai Tv Tower Pe Main Chadd Jaoon Chilla Chilla Ke Main Ye Sabse Kehdoon YES!+… Hai Ye Waqt Ka Ishaara YES!+… Har Youth ko Pukaara YES!+….Yuhin Dekhta Hai Kya Tu YES!+….Zindagi Millegi Na Dobaara… Dil Karta Hai Sadkon Par Zor Se Gaoon Sab Apne Apne Ghar Ki Khidki Kholen Phir Main Aise Josheelay Intro-talk Sunaoon Mere Talks Ko Sunke Sab Ye Bolen YES!+… Hai Ye Waqt Ka Ishaara YES!+… Har Youth ko Pukaara YES!+….Yuhin Dekhta Hai Kya Tu YES!+….Zindagi Millegi Na Dobaara… Jaise Jeene Ko Dil Chahe Jee Waise Tu Meri To Hai Bas Ye Raaye Ki Jitne Jaldi ho sake YES!+ Karle Tu YES!+… Hai Ye Waqt Ka Ishaara YES!+… Har Youth ko Pukaara YES!+….Yuhin Dekhta Hai Kya Tu YES!+….Zindagi Millegi Na Dobaara… YES!+… Hai Ye Waqt Ka Ishaara YES!+… Har Youth ko Pukaara YES!+….Yuhin Dekhta Hai Kya Tu YES!+….Zindagi Millegi Na Dobaara… I thank Shank-Ehsaan-Loy for composing such cool music

Mr. Gate at Pearly Gate

Finally Mr. Gate dies and reaches Pearly gate. The angel glances Mr. Gates records and says, "You have done equal amount of good and bad work. So you can choose whether you want to be, in heaven or hell." Mr Gate thinks for a while and asks, "I want to check out both the places before deciding where I want to be in." The angel agrees and escorts him to heaven first. In the heaven, all people are wearing white robes. Doing the regular household chores. The same work that people do on earth at home. But every soul is living a very happy life. No Worries at all!!! Then the angel takes Mr. Gate to hell. Astonishingly, the scene here is different. There a beautiful beach surrounded by the most beautiful girls Mr. Gate had ever seen. He is enchanted by scene and could not believe his eyes. The hell seemed more luxurious than the heaven? So Mr. Gate finally elects to enter the hell. The angel asks for confirmation. Gleefully, Mr. Gate affirms. The moment he enters the hell, the scene changes. A monstrous fella holds Mr. Gate and puts him in a furnace. He screams and says, "This is cheating, this is not the scene you showed me? Where is the beach, Where are the girls? The angels replies coolly, "Well sir, That was the screen-saver!" -- O.A.K. Disclaimer: Mr. Gate is not Bill Gates of Microsoft. Mr. Gate is a Fictional character. Meant for light humour and not to malign anybodies image.

Who's Priya Kalbag?

...my dad stood with "magazine-with-cover" in his hands and asked me, "Who is this Priya?". "Why is it written Priya Kalbag?"... *** It was during the Bangalore ashram YES!+ adv. course. Bau told us that the wonderful magazine like rishimukh is facing losses due to "under-subscription". He requested (Ordered, you can say) every participant to subscribe for the rishimukh. Some participants jumped ahead to collect the subscriptions. (I doubt whether they have subscribed the mag.!) They rambled all the books available, tore out the papers in all possible 2 dimensional quadrilaterals and started scribbling the details of the participants for the subscription. My earlier subscription was about to end so I decided to subscribe one for myself. I wrote my real name "Omkar Kalbag" with my real Residential address and handed over Rs.200/- to the volunteer. Today I got the magazine delivered by the postman. Dad received it while I was at office. When I reached home my dad stood with "magazine-with-cover" in his hands and asked me, "Who is this Priya?". "Why is it written Priya Kalbag?" I took the magazine cover and saw that instead of my name, it was printed "Priya Kalbag". I was stunned for a moment! Did any girl play stupid prank on me. My dad is a little orthodox in such matters. Then I remembered that i had subscribed for magazine at YES!+ adv. Course. There was such a chaos among the volunteers while getting details, someone might have goofed up my details and made Priya belong to "Kalbag" family! My dad and me were rolling with laughter later. Jai Gurudev! -- O.A.K. Tree