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"Figuring out what to do with your life could possibly be the toughest decision there is to make. But then again, if fate has its role in our lives, then who is really making the decisions? Are we still in control of our choices or are they made for us in the sense that we feel we want them the way they play out, only to find that the cause has no change on the effect?"

I came across this thought-provoking poem and couldn't resist sharing it...........

it's quite amazing.......

THE MAN IN THE MIRROR

If you get what you want in your struggle for self

And the world makes you king for a day,

Just go to a mirror and look at yourself

And see what THAT man has to say.

For it isn't your father or mother or wife

Who judgement upon you must pass,

The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life

Is the one staring back from the glass.

He's the fellow to please, never mind all the rest

For he's with you clear upto the end,

And you've passed your most dangerous difficult test

If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years

And get pats on the back as you pass,

But your final reward will be heartache and tears

If you've cheated the man in the glass!

My heart is in the mountains.

I truly believe so. Whenever I've been to Himachal - I feel like I've come home. I yearn to make a trip to the mountains. The magnificent scenery...........the feeling of being one with nature reaches out deep within and touches my soul. I wish i could stay on forever.

Even though the beautiful countryside is now dotted with evidences of commercialization the spirit of the place lives on. For me, journeying through Himachal was a spiritual journey. It helped me reconnect with my self.

The serenity of the locales, the magnificence of the mountains that stuns you into a reverent silence, the sunrise and sunset, the various shades the sky takes on, as if, God's playing with his paint brush, the lush green valley and gushing streams, the wild flowers along the way side, the little paths that lead to nowhere are unforgettable memories that are deeply ingrained in me.

If Himachal was a song, it would be a romantic ballad. It's any true romantic's paradise. I'm sure if the poets' from the lake district were to find a place in India that helped them recreate their works of art they would chose Himachal for inspiration.

I'm an escapist by nature, and Himachal is my favourite destination.

one of my favourite poems from my favourite poet Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.

1. The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;	5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,	10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.	15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.	20

http://knowledge.wharton.upenn.edu/article.cfm?articleid=1690&CFID=3735401&CFTOKEN=21377205#

interesting article i came across at knowledge@wharton - take a look