An executive went to visit a doctor for a checkup. He showed signs of overwork and stress. The doc warned him to slow down, to take up a hobby perhaps painting to relax. He agreed and started right away.

The next day the high-achieving businessman phoned and announced enthusiastically, "Doc, this painting business is wonderful. I've already finished ten!"

Many years ago, I fell sick with a near fatal illness. Most people gave up on me, except God. After getting back on my feet, I remember conducting a choir, in which my gift to the people was the song, “Nothing Is Impossible!”

How many times have you heard someone say at work: "We cannot do that. It is not possible"? Sometimes this is true - a customer makes a demand that cannot possibly be satisfied within the specified time frame. Or a client asks for a service far beyond your company's expertise. Often, however, we conclude something is not possible because it seems like too much work, we do not know whether it can be done or not, or fear putting forth the effort only to fail.

One day, while standing on the balcony of a tall building, I looked down and saw a funeral taking place in a cemetery. From where I stood, I also saw next to the same graveyard, a football field, where a game was in progress. It was a strange feeling, seeing sorrowful emotions surrounding death on one side, and on the other, watching euphoria, excitement and the joy of living!

Life, doesn’t stop, just because of death I realized. Joy, doesn’t come to a halt, due to sorrow. Both continue side by side, and as I pondered on this deeper, my mind goes to a battlefield, where soldiers, seeing their comrades and friends fall, cannot stop, nor cry in sadness, but have to plough on to gain victory.

The first reaction after an act of terror, is to start looking suspiciously at the community from which the terrorist came from. In our anger against the dastardly act, in our reaction against the sometimes vividly graphic and bloody pictures that filter into our sitting rooms through our plasma, wide screen, flat screen TV sets, we stare out of the window at same neighbor who is equally shocked by the incident, and we whisper vengeance against him or her.

The white bearded chief of the village and his bald deputy were at it again; discussing matters of great importance for which they walked out of earshot of all the villagers who actually were not too keen to know what they were discussing because what they were discussing was what they always discussed which was frankly what the people were not interested in listening too.

Unnoticed to both, a chaiwallah approached, “Chai! Chai!” he said.