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An atom of of grace in Sachin's action.

The action cannot be linked with cricket here because I hardly follow the game.The batting genius dropped in at the studio to wish the veteran actor, Big B--yes the man(Amitabh) does work hard and in a disciplined manner at his age.This is a quality for all youngsters to admire and emulate.So Sachin has not achieved much according to me, he should now live as a vibrant example of courage and perseverance.The monetary donations and photo sessions will not yield acclaim till you learn to live for others.

There are quite a few persons who live for others through their profession by linking with NGOs, most of the time they do not get noticed.Like when a shoal of fish gets tossed ashore each fish is desperate to live,but be like The Boy who throws each living fish back into the sea so that they can live (read this @ The Week).The 'giver' has to be gutsy and strive to succeed.The world is ruled by protectors and destroyers, every minute the tiniest creature strives to breathe.Survival of the fittest should be followed literally because it is not important to note 'Why' you live but 'How' you live.

A real life incident about a close friend Jessy (Jacintha) still lurks in my mind.She is no more. She did anticipate death(had a defective heart) but dreamed to own a house in Mumbai.A spinster by choice, she worked hard to realise that dream but left a home for her mother.Her mother, in turn did not need one but wanted one near the airport to receive her sons when they came on vacation from abroad.Simple but magnanimous lives are remembered.I am blessed to have met Jessy.

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