Stupendously Sublime

The Praetorians, an elite band of soldiers dedicated to protecting the life of the Roman emperor , the elite guard of the king, the best of the best, period. When all else fails the praetorians don't and that is what we are about. In servitutem MHROD, is our motto and our king is MHROD. we have have had shared glory, some for ourselves and some for our course, but sadness, sadly, is a 2 word sentence, we lost at Great Lakes Institute of Management, a loss that was a long time coming, because everybody loses and the law of averages has to come into play somewhere. The only regret is that we had to travel 2176 kms to experience the bitter taste of defeat. Frankly, the bitter taste lasted as long as i was in that campus after that what defined my time was a simple quote on the T-Shirt of one of the participants, it read "Excellence is a tradition" which made me ask some very difficult questions of myself. Am I a leader? Do I deserve to be a leader? What have i done to ...

This is a simple spontaneous post written from my office (i work now), I was having a conversation with gera babu, about idealism (yes, again) , he was talking about smiling a lot, and also to challenge yourself and a lot of motivational things, and me, well if you know me barely, then you might know that i hate anything remotely preachy, but when i gave him a piece of my mind, his answer startled me, he said that this was not for everyone, it was to lift his friends who felt lost, i assure you i'm not one of those lost people, but what disturbed me was the lack of sympathy that i felt for these guys, and this put me in a contemplative mood, hence the post, that why didn't i feel any sort of empathy or sympathy for the people who are struggling with their lives, why didn't i feel the least bit sorry for the people who are existing, am i the proverbial tin-man, who doesn't have a heart, no that doesn't feel right, i feel sorry for beggars all the time and for victim...