Gift a Direction to Our Growth...

For many say Grow Grow Grow…

Wait, let’s ask, which direction Bro?

Do we just Need More Money,

Or we only do it to Impress our Honey;

Do we merely wish to Hold a “Status”,

Or we do it for the Sake of Parents, Not to Hate Us…

Are we running a Race with No Finish,

Or we do it for our Insecurity to Diminish;

Are we just Following the Crowd,

Or we only aspire to make our Family Proud…

In School, in College, or whether, in a Premier Management Institute,

Did we choose a Direction, a Dream or a Substitute;

In Office, in Bed, or perhaps, during a short Vacation Instead,

Did we ponder on the thought, “Well, we are Growing, but which Direction do we Wish to Head…”

What is Our Ultimate Goal,

Being a Billionaire Leader or a Spiritual Soul…

Being an Avid Traveller or an Enlightened Yog Guru,

Being an Artisan in Inbe (Japan) or a Tour Guide in Churu (India);

Being an Archaeologist in Sindh or a Scuba Dive Trainer in Malaysia,

Being an Engineer in Ottawa or a Doctor in Croatia…

Where Do We Wish To Be,

Flying Over the Sky or Diving Under the Sea…

It’s time, we realize the Larger Universe Around,

Time to see beyond, the 10 x 10 feet compartments we Have Found;

It’s time, that we Realign our Focus,

Time to Question the Existing, Rediscover & Redefine Our Locus…

Come let’s together Take this Oath,

Let Us Gift a Direction to Our Growth…

Dream - Plan - Strive & Continue...

A smart little boy in school, when the Teacher Questioned,

What do you aspire to be - apart from what is Destined;

Thought much for nights Two,

Peers wanted to become Doctor, Engineer, few wanted to Sue;

Next morning he ran to the Teacher & Said,

I would rather prefer to be a Banker Instead...

When the Teacher asked Why? Asa kasa kay? (“Why So?” in Marathi language)

He said because the Sky is so High;

To earn & be the richest will take me so much Time,

Better I manage to accumulate the rich mens' wind Chime;

Percussion will be theirs tune would be Mine,

I would secure their funds with a thin margin Line...

No wonder what he Became,

Dreams fell in line & Came;

He got a job in an ICMC, (Currency Chest)

Bundles of cash at every glimpse he could See;

Weeks, Months, Couple of Years later,

He realized he had been a Waiter;

He waited for Success to come to Him,

Never did he approach it with a Strong enough Limb;

Nevertheless he changed his Mantra & Dream,

The Road to success is Persistence & a Strong Smart Team...

He started his own Bank,

Very soon built a corporate office from lending over a wooden Plank;

Time made him Realize,

Trust & Service to the customer made him Rise;

While the rest were busy drawing & crying over the target Graph,

He served his customers more than he ever did to his better Half...

The difference between what he Was & what he Is,

Is only the perception through this Iris;

Dreams do not come True,

Without even some efforts Few;

One needs to Dream - Plan - Strive & Continue,

To enjoy success with overall Aerial View...