Why..

Why.. Why should i feel better when i win a game?
Why not when i lose it?

Why shud i feel better when i have better prospects of making money..
Why not with what i have?

Why shud i feel better when i talk to ppl. ?
Why not when i dont ?

Why do i feel better when i am in a group of known ppl.
and not when i am not?

Why do i judge the good things, good and bad things, bad. ?
Why can't bad things b good and good things bad ?
Who decides it? me?? or is it because others have decided?

Why do i think about tomorrow , today and do the same thing tomorrow and miss both.

Why is that i work better when i get incentives and not when i dont?
Why can't i just work not thinking about the result but about the process?

Why do i look for appreciation from others and why not appreciate myself?

Why is love, good and hate, bad? Why can't everything be good?

Why is it i am the way i am??? (The biggest why..)

why is it i like the way i AM sometimes and not so someother time?

why can't i like myself all the time? As this is the way, I AM .

Why am i writing this post now?? cuz i dont know wut else to do sitting at office waiting for that meeting to happen??

Ammaaji..

I recently shifted to a flat in punjagutta(hyderabad). The place is in the heart of the city and is good enough for bachelor living. There is this old lady who comes to cook and do other tasks whom we call "Ammaaji". In dictionary terms, she would be called as a maid. But, she never ever considers herself as one. I mean normally maids do their work to our unsatisfactory levels (at times), don't talk and just leave. But, the thing about Ammaaji is her ownnership of work. She considers that place as her own. Does all the tasks even without we saying it. Tells us to have food at proper time. Has a lill sense of humour at times. Cheerful and simple. She handles things so well that sometimes i feel she is the owner of the place and gives me a sense of easiness as i don't have to say much as of what has to be done. No wonder i have already decided to give her a hike.

I was comparing her state of mind with our's. Most of us goto office just like the maid. Do our work and go back. No interest, nothing. Plain living deads. But, then there are some without whom work cannot happen, some like our ammaaji. Though, they are in sub-ordinate levels the ownership they take sets them apart.What i am trying to infer here is.. whatever you do, do it to your best! The rest will follow.