The one and only

A tribute to a brilliant performer
And the guy who has made me fall in luv with tennis all over again

I've been blessed...

The piece ahead is hardly original, but I just stumbled upon it, and I couldnt have rediscovered it at a better time...

Today, upon a bus, I saw a girl with golden hair
I looked at her and sighed and wished I was as fair.
When suddenly she rose to leave,
I saw her hobble down the aisle.
She had one leg and used a crutch
But as she passed, she passed a smile.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine
I have 2 legs, the world is mine.

I stopped to buy some candy
The lad who sold it had such charm
I talked with him a while, he seemed so very glad
If I were late, it'd do no harm.
And as I left, he said to me,
"I thank you, you've been so kind.
It's nice to talk with folks like you.
You see," he said, "I'm blind."
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have 2 eyes, the world is mine.

Later while walking down the street,
I saw a child with eyes of blue
She stood and watched the others play
It seemed she knew not what to do.
I stopped a moment and then I said,
"Why don't you join the others, dear?"
She looked ahead without a word.
And then I knew, she couldn't hear.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have 2 ears, the world is mine.

With feet to take me where I'd go.
With eyes to see the sunset's glow.
With ears to hear what I would know.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I've been blessed indeed, the world is mine.

A few drops of dew

I have been asked the significance of the title of my blog a million times by now. And to all those curious souls who are wondering, my answer is simple: its the meaning of my name! Apart from signifying a constellation of stars ( think astronomy, and think 'nakshatra'), it has another little known connection - a drop of dew!

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf


As the flowers are all made sweeter by the sunshine and the dew, so this old world is made brighter by the lives of folks like you


Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die. The sun insists on gladness; but at night, When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep


In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

Man's life is like a drop of dew on a leaf

PS: Thanx Aditya for posting my pic! :)