Finding Ndugu

"Dear Mr. Warren Schmidt,


My name is Sister Nadine Gautier,of the Order of the Sisters of the Sacred Heart.I work in a smaII viIIage near Mbeya in Tanzania.One of the children I care for,is IittIe Ndugu Umbu,the boy you sponsor.Ndugu is a very inteIIigent boy and very Ioving.He is an orphan.RecentIy, he needed medicaI attention,for an infection of the eye,but he's better now.He Ioves to eat meIon and he Ioves to paint.Ndugu and I want you to know,that he receives aII of your Letters.He hopes that you are happy in your Iife and healthy.He thinks of you every day and he wants very much your happiness.Ndugu is onIy six years oId and cannot read or write,but he has made for you a painting.He hopes that you will Iike his painting.

Yours sincerely 
Sister Nadine Gautier."


 May be a person dies in twenty years or may be tomorrow,it does not matter.What matters is,what difference has one's Life's made to anyone.You may be thinking your life never made an ounce move in other's,but there is always some Ndugu,who thinks it's you,cause of which he is alive.And someday either You or Ndugu will find each other. 


 Courtesy:About Schmidt (About Us)

Tolstoy’s Fabled Beggar

Dear friends and loved ones: My birthday's coming up soon. If I were home, I'd be planning a stupid, expensive birthday party and you'd all be buying me gifts and bottles of wine. A cheaper, more lovely way to celebrate would be to make a donation to help a healer named Wayan Nuriyasih buy a house in Indonesia. She's a single mother. ln Bali, after a divorce, a woman gets nothing, not even her children. To gain custody of her daughter, Tutti, Wayan had to sell everything, even her bath mat, to pay for a lawyer. For years, they've moved from place to place. Each time, Wayan loses clientele and Tutti has to change schools. This little group of people in Bali have become my family. And we must take care of our families, wherever we find them. Today l saw Tutti playing with a blue tile she'd found in the road near a hotel construction site. She told me: Maybe if we have a house someday, it can have a pretty blue floor like this. When I was in Italy, I learned a word - It's "tutti" with double T, which in ltalian means "everybody." So that's the lesson, isn't it? When you set out in the world to help yourself, sometimes you end up helping Tutti. Courtesy: Eat Pray Love

Alice.

Yes.You heard it right.The same shitty story again to scribble about.Kathleen Turner Overdrive.We're Fictional.So what?Reality is fictional.I mean Yes.Let me tell it.We all are dreaming of thousand things a day.We all try to learn '12 important stuffs humans should do,to be smarter'.We all work hard for what,God knows.And sometimes we shrug off something too.But ultimate is what? Dont you feel it's detached of all.Tandem,Do you find 'em in tandem.I simply don't.Like I own piles book.Read,Unread & Not to be read.I remember i jumped out of 10H once,to buy "The Black Swan".Believe it or not,though it's not Ripley's,I skimmed that 'once of thousand times of thoughts to read'.What is it,A schmuck!Likewise,I download 'Million Dollar Baby' around 2 years ago and delete it.Download & Delete.Continuum.But watched at max 15 minutes of it,where as i revise 'Erin Brockovich' & 'Twister'(Yes,The 1996 movie) some 786 times.Point!!Wonderland.It's no wonder we're all such a mess,is it? We're like Tom Hanks in Big. Little boys and girls trapped in adult bodies and forced to get on with it.On a full on,Garfield's day,I start of doing something and end of thinking 2000 other way of doing something else which lies at tangent to the start.Then i think my books need spiral binding.Cause they are all tired among my procrastinated activities.What is the thing in the world that can obtain the full attention.Define concentration.I think,i will wake up tomorrow morning,will tune to 'Nirvana's Man who sold the world' & its just happens like i forgot where i kept my guitar and ofcourse how to play.You guys might be knowing,Time is not a time,ain't exist.Ye,Time Does not Exist(Courtesy :I.Q. movie quote).Time has a particular tendency to be anachronistic.We all are Time.So we're anachronistic too.Remember the word:W-O-N-D-E-R-L-A-N-D ! :)

Smells Like IT-een Spirit !!

Well,It seems like my Bench-ing Days are going to be over.Hence,with an expectation of a New Project,Some advanced New Technology,New people and some Good-bad Old experience.
I've this peculiar stuff always running in my mind,Like whatever is turning up and down around me,I always try to frame 'em all in a piece of article or say Music.
Like This time,whole start-over idea of carpe diem,did work well,with kinda ups & downs.As you know the part of it.So,what did i learn!!!It started up with my Gymming,Swimming,Exploring Movies & then Basketball(Though it didn't work out properly).Prepared For some Exams.Had a gala time with Parents.Met coupla new People,Lost some Old friends.
And now time to run to office regularly.Waking up early in the morning.With a same old vision in a new way and ofcourse new trackers.Starting with :

Brand New Day:Joshua Radin
Time Of Times:Badly Drawn Boy
Cello Song:Nick Drake
Rain:Creed
Dont Stop Dancing:Creed
Chances:Five for fighting
Goods All In Your Head:Mates Of State
Lazy Eye & Comeback Kid:Silversun Pickups
Someone Like Me:Luke & Ryan
July & The Other side:Ryan seiler
Oh No:Little Insects
Dont Give me Hard time:The locarnos
Perfect & Ironic:Alanis mOrissette
Wake The Sun:The Matches
Real Thing:Sara Overall
Someone's watching over me:Hillary Duff

So Awaiting a brand new day,With lots of Hopes & Happenings!
Signing Off!
xoxo :)

Phil-Around

It's Just another Day,and i dont know why it makes me feel like a special Day..On the porch,around the corner.I just met few good fellas around me today,whom i find rarely to explore.And believe me life is far more than the thing we generally are into a Day.
Couple of detrimental guys on the road side without food,a place to sleep,but seems to be the happiest & so complacent made me think this.People who has things,they bitch about 99 problems & People who ain't have a stuff to wrap around,don't know how to dawg about.So here i'm counting the drops of rain on the floor with 101 fever and ear-ache.Inspite of this i feel so serene and calm.I'm Just a Happy-Being :)

The Toothache

Rabbi Nachtner: "How does God speak to us?It's a good question.There was this goy "Dr Lee Sussman".Did he ever tell you about the goy's teeth?So, Lee is at work one day.You know, he has the orthodontic practice there at Great Bear.He's making a plaster mold.It's for corrective bridgework in the mouth of one of his patients,Russell Krauss.The mold dries, and Lee is examining it one day before fabricating an appliance.He notices something unusual.There appears to be something engraved on the inside of the patient’s lower incisors.

Hey vav shin yud ayin nun yud.Ho-she-ay-ni.
"Help me. Save me."

This, in a goy's mouth.He calls the goy back on the pretense of needling additional measurements for the appliance."

Dr Lee Sussman: "How are you?Noticed any other problems with your teeth?"

Russell Krauss: "No."

There it is.Ho-she-ay-ni.

Dr Lee Sussman: "Help me."

Rabbi Nachtner: "Son of a gun.Sussman goes home.Can Sussman eat?Sussman can't eat.Can Sussman sleep?Sussman can't sleep.Sussman looks at the molds of his other patients,goy and Jew alike,seeking other messages.He finds none.He looks In his own mouth.Nothing.He looks in his wife's mouth.Nothing.But Sussman is an educated man.Not the world's greatest sage, maybe.No Rabbi Marshak.But he knows a thing or two about the Zohar and the Kabbalah.He knows that every Hebrew letter has its numeric equivalent.8- 4-5-4-4-7-3 Seven digits.A phone number, maybe?"

Dr Lee Sussman: "Hello? Do you know a goy named Krauss, Russell Krauss?"

8- 4-5-4-4-7-3: "Who?"

Dr Lee Sussman: "Where have I called?"

The Red Owl in Bloomington: "The Red Owl in Bloomington?

Dr Lee Sussman: "Thanks so much."

Rabbi Nachtner: "He goes.It's a Red Owl Groceries, what have you.Sussman goes home.What does it mean?He has to find out if he is ever to sleep again.He goes to see the Rabbi Nachtner.He comes In, he sits right where you're sitting, right now."

Dr Lee Sussman: "What does it mean, Rabbi?Is it a sign from Hashem? 'Help me'.I, Sussman, should be doing something to help this goy."

Rabbi Nachtner: "Doing what?The teeth don't say."

Dr Lee Sussman: "Or maybe I'm supposed to help people generally lead a more righteous life?Is the answer in Kabbalah? In Torah?Or is there even a question?Tell me, Rabbi,what can such a sign mean?"

Anonymous: "So? What did you tell him?Nachtner?"

Rabbi Nachtner: "Look."The teeth, we don't know."
"A sign from Hashem?Don't know."
"Helping others?"Couldn't hurt."

Anonymous: "No, no,but who put it there?Was it for him, Nachtner? Or for whoeverfound it? Or for just... For, for..."

Rabbi Nachtner: "We can't know everything."

Anonymous: "It sounds like you don't know anything!Why even tell me the story?What happened to Sussman?"

Rabbi Nachtner: "What would happen?Not much.He went back to work.For a while, he checked every patient’s teeth for new messages.He didn’t find any.In time, he found he stopped checking.He returned to life.These questions that are bothering you,Anonymous,maybe they're like a toothache."