Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Here's to the crazy ones...

Here's to the crazy ones.
The misfits.
The rebels.
The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.

The ones who see things differently.
They're not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.

You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,
disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things.

They invent. They imagine. They heal.
They explore. They create. They inspire.
They push the human race forward.

Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?Or sit in silence and hear a song that's never been written?Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
We make tools for these kinds of people.

While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough to thinkthey can change the world, are the ones who do.

From Apple Computer

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Die Unendliche Geschichte...

Human passions have mysterious ways , in children as well as grown ups. Those affected by them can't explain them, and those who haven't known them have no understanding of them at all. Some people risk their lives to conquer a mountain peak. No one, not even they themselves, can really explain why . Others ruin themselves trying to win the heart of a certain person who wants to do nothing with them. Still others are destroyed by their devotion to the pleasures of the table. Some are so bent on winning a game of chance that they lose everything they own, and some sacrifice everything for a dream that can never come true. Some think their only hope of happiness lies in being somewhere else, and spend their whole loves traveling from place to place. And some find no rest until they have become powerful. In short, there are as many different passions as there are people.

Bastian Balthazar Bux's passion was books.

If you have never spent whole afternoons with burning ears and rumpled hair, forgetting the world around you over a book, forgetting cold and hunger ...

If you have never read secretly under the bedclothes with a flashlight, because your father or mother or some other well -meaning person has switched off the lamp on the plausible ground that it was time to sleep because you had to get up sp early...

If you have never wept bitter tears because a wonderful story has come to an end and you must leave of the characters with whom you have shared so many adventures, whom you have loved and admired, for whom you have hoped and feared, and without whose company life seems empty and meaningless...

If such things have not been a part of your own experience, you probably won't understand what Bastian did next.


--The Neverending Story.

How I love these lines. And for the love of books ...i do do do understand what Bastian did next!! :))

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

The long and winding road..

The long and winding road that leads to your door,
Will never disappear,
I've seen that road before It always leads me here,
Leads me to your door....

Sunday, January 01, 2006

In Essence..

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See the world beyond horizon,
Open my eyes to wonders
that are right here right now.
Meet new people,
Cherish old ones.
Understand human spirit,
Know what I'd die for ,
and what I would not .
Reach for the sky ,
Hold on to tender earth
Learn, Live, Explore.
Feel the magic that life is,
BE the magic that life is....
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Neha