The noise, the movement, the speed, the survival, the routines, the must do’s, the must not’s, the action, the competition, the money, the greed, the need, the faces, the fakes, the nosey, the brilliant, the magnificent, the dull, the wonderful, the sexy, the challenges, the race, the heat, the shivers down your spine, the pollution.

Press mute.

Love it, feel and breath that in. Its called silence, nothing but you and the surround system in your head. The little voices, the peace, the smooth slow motion action, its soothing and comforting, just like southern fried chicken. Relax those overworked sensors all over you, take a break, take a pause, silence.

Its good every once in a while to get away into your own contained world, when you do this, you get the chance to go back and forth to see what and where you stand in the today. People will not let you practice this amazing mute button we have, force it. Imagine your on a beach and are slowly getting further from shore into the skies above with a half hour parasailing joy ride. As you rise, the volume goes lower.

Nothing but the sound of distant seagulls and wind, silence.

We deprive ourselves of the simplest pleasures and rejuvenating experiences we can have anytime and wait till vacation time. You can do it now, silence. There are many additions to this mute button once you get used to it. You can start to mute the thoughts and ideas in your head, let the fun ones at the beach or on holiday rule your thinking cap for a few moments. Nice smile you got there! Hold it, and every once in a while, silence.

Take yourself on a long drive in a top down ride on any open highway. Let the wind and the sounds of the long road ahead wipe out all that tension building up, relax, breath it all in, close your eyes, its ok the car is on auto drive, to relieve your drive. You wish sometimes to place your finger on that chatter boxes mouth and go “shhhhh” don’t bring what your partner threw on you round here friend. Silence.

Soft music playing in the background, a mix of waves and a spanish guitar would brush away the mighty pollution we live in, people tend to go into pollute overdrive if you give them a chance. it comes in 3 sizes: Small, Medium and extremely heavy doses of social blah blah. Silence.

I seem to be taken as a person on the rude side of manners in some areas. Those areas include personal space and me time, call me selfish, guilty as jack the Ripper, silence.

Being able to read people is an art, you can’t expect to excel and thrive in a world of rising competition and changing attitudes while staying illiterate. You need to speak the lingo to be understood and accepted, silence is a good start. People should be polite to the polite, what happens is politeness is greeted with more aggressive space invasions and reckless manners. Oh how I sometimes miss silence.

You don’t have to travel to the furthest tropical paradise to find peace. You can find it in your living room, your car, your shower, your space, your time.

And now its time to place a finger on my fingers and go”shhhhh” Good night everyone.

mamdooh.alradadi/ me@mamdohalradadi.com

My inner fight between my child & man has been the longest in my history. Ever since I said goodbye to 18 I felt my ships anchors setting this date as our final destination in numbers and underlying meanings and powers. I did luckily move one to older years, yet each decade I was reminded of my center of gravity year, 18.

We tend to grow up on the outside and keep what we like over the years intact. So if you liked to laugh and just hang out at malls, you keep that throughout the years. If you liked your crazy dress code, you also seem to keep that when you are in new worlds, far away from your day to day shell.Why not make things easy? stay as you are, but make sure your not looking to teenage like, cause its a kind of ugly sight.

Let your spirit guide you into your comfortable lifestyle irrelevant of your age group and what they think. There are many schools in life, some go by the book, some deviate, some make their own rules as they go along, interesting.

I like 18. Think about that age, and if your 18 now, ENJOY! every minute of it. You see your not a kid anymore, not a teen either, and not even man enough, you think you are, but sorry not yet. A girl is not her daddy’s girl to the point, not a teen, a more sophisticated teen adult you can say, she is more clever and wiser than the male counterpart at this age. Both sexes enjoy unlimited possibilities and overview’s its a start for a whole new life!

Everything can be done, I have the time and energy levels they say. I can play, fail, try and make mistakes and get away with it, I have so much space to do whatever without those adult responsibilities and double standards they live. So what can we learn from this?

I know what i want to do, do and act like an 18 year old as much as I can stretch it. I mean what’s the use of acting like an 18 year old when pulled over by the police for speeding? might as well utilize my white hairs and serious looks( when needed only), it always works, and I love it when the police man calls me Mr.,Uncle or Sir or ustaz mamdooh, it so funny you see to an 18 year old! it is, really.

I have come to a level where if I go down any lower in age attitude I could be stamped  with “ MAD COW DISEASE PATIENT”. But you know what? where’s the beauty of not testing yourself?

I would love to do the following things and see the looks on the senior peoples faces:

• In the middle of a serious meeting where a decision can’t be made, I jump on the table and belly dance for 3 minutes and then change and then sit down and put some heavy beats from jamaica and pretend they don’t exist and sway my head from side to side bob marley style.
• When in an interview I would ask the interviewer some wicked questions like” do you like lollypops? cherry or strawberry? come on you can tell me?” or “ do you mind if I have my lunch now, Im running late and need the nourishment, besides, its only a KFC chicken bucket, want some?”
• Take a flight from Jeddah to London first class in drop down butt revealing jeans, a tank top with holes in it to show that i don’t care, some old dirty puma’s, a back pack full of laptops and music gear, and take out a MCDONALDS meal and place it in front of me and ask for extra ketchup. I think I already do that ?
• In an Economic forum I would love to walk on stage in front of the people ask a question to one of the lecturers and then moonwalk off the stage!

All these and much more examples show you that being young all the time ensures a heavy doses of good old giggles and laughs. Young ones don’t complicate things, they go for it. Young ones laugh for no reason at all, adults find time to laugh.The wild ones party by nature, adults try to perfect the scene, and always end up not satisfied.

Adults are getting us further and further away from our real self. We miss our old times for a reason, we were young at heart, so here’s my message to you: Stay young at heart.

“My inner fight between my child & man continues as the child refuses to let go! I guess that’s the best way to die young”- mamdooh.alradadi

me@mamdoohalradadi.com

My life has witnessed many ups & downs, more downs than ups, down’s pave my future ups, each one higher than its predecessor. Dips they call them. Some small, some steep & deep. I eagerly await my next dip, for behind each dip, there is a valley, and with it comes my new mountains to climb & conquer, keep climbing!

I never saw a straight line climbing success. If you analyze the line closely you will see the downs and dips, with all the pain and suffering, the anxiety, the stress levels at boiling point, its al there cleverly disguised. People sometimes need to fake it till they make it, or in other occasions just contain and never complain about their day, while in reality they suffer as you speak.

Every two and a half years you will face a major crisis in your life, sometimes earlier says success guru Brian Tacey. Not just problems, major crisis and life changing happenings, you will be rocked, Your boat and everything in it will be rocked and rattled, shaked and baked, taken for the life thrilling test drive. To see what your made of.If you manage to stay afloat after this experience, then you are granted a gate pass to the next level, if not, you sink, and remain in the dust of the successful few. Success has a price you know, like everything else in life.

The only difference between success and anything else you buy, is the payment structure. For everything else you pay and receive on the spot or in a few days, for success you pay today in hard work and major contributions and sacrifices, and wait for your turn to receive it, no guarantees!

So why do people still pay upfront for this so called success? with all its pain and hurt, suffering and never clear roads. With all the books and papers, with all that waking up early and focus pokas training. With all those lost friends and fun time, You had to give up so many great activities, including just being a bum! Why?

If you ask me, I can tell you one thing I know, it has a great taste and after taste to it, one that stays long after you digest the fact. Success has a sweet smell and flair to it. Success moves your senses, sometimes you feel areas in your body that you never knew existed. Success is the potion that you rub onto anything you touch and it turns to gold. Success leaves trails and tracks, imagine they are yours? You write it, you ride it. “You can do it!” is one of the many driving factors I used along the way, and I scream out to you all, you too can, so what are you waiting for? start walking that winding road.

They say it has unknown lengths, it does not use miles of kilometers, it uses sweat, hours and more hours,sacrifice, focus, target setting and milestones all mixed up in a big juicer and then whatever comes out is the new measure for that part of the road.

When faced with doubt, doubt that doubt and cross it out. Go with the GROW and follow your gut feelings, your internal success compass knows more than the average friends that surround you, respect yourself and listen to your guiding systems at all times.

“If you want to take your mission in life
to the next level, if youre stuck and
you dont know how to rise, don’t
look outside yourself. Look inside.”

p.s. sorry for the short note, 1+1=2 and not some essay elaborating on the exact answer. Now you have saved more time to enjoy your day

mamdooh.alradadi

me@mamdoohalradadi.c

Back in the early days of my Banking career my Bank which was an affiliate of citibank introduced me to an amazing audit feature called whistle blowing. The main objective of this practice is to ensure everyone, including senior management hold a high level of ethics and morale towards work.

By this I mean not taking advantage of their seniority and the power they hold within their hands. It also is a means of making sure the lower people in the organization are not afraid of their seniors if they are committing a crime or taking advantage of a situation.

Whistle blowing can be used for big and small issues, it is done in a secretive way so as to not harm the blower. It strikes through all management layers one way, to the most senior powers, sometimes jumping them and reporting to the board. This was an amazing tool that helped save the Banks around the world Millions of peoples hard earned money. It was a workers dream come true against corporate crime.

This system does not work when it is taken lightly, and you can guess what happened in Citibank over the past 5 years, not to mention regional Banks. yes the big picture says mortgage backed securities, but look underneath the fat to uncover years of conspiring and bad doings, the end.

Governments have taken this approach in many forms and systems, sometimes whole ministries are formed for the sole purpose of checking on its spending and other related matters. The people are the ones that make it happen, choice is based on knowing the person in charge or simply a friend or family friend, and here we find the root of the problem.

Lets take a walk around the happenings from macro to micro levels and see where this whistle could have stopped the game. On a world level we can tell that many Bankers had a dirty hand in the so called economic melt down. They say too much easy money teaches stealing, hence the famous Billionaire Murdoch and his scam that passed by the commissions and securities like a thunder bolt making them look like preschoolers on a mission. The domino effect of the mortgage & financial over the counter products still haunts us till today after many months of government bailouts and buyouts.

What if they listened to the unpaid piper and his whistles? could have saved them a Trillion or so dollars, but why worry when its tax payers money anyway?

On country levels, we find governments like Nigeria still fighting to make it,The UNited Nations estimates that the population in 2005 was at 141 million, and predicted that it would reach 289 million by 2050.Nigeria has just recently undergone the start of the population explosion due to higher fertility rates.The UNited States census bureau projects that population of Nigeria will reach 264 million by 2050. Nigeria will then be the 8th most populous country in the world. Now that is a serious major explosive problem, the country is rich in oil, but say the word Nigeria and scandal pops up in your face!

Did they kill the people that whistle in that country? seriously?

Take it lower to city levels and look at my city Jeddah in Saudi Arabia, the city that’s different in KSA. The city by the sea, the center and major airport to the two holy cities that millions of people visit every year. We have the worst airports, services, roads, municipalities, the city was usually up for grabs.

The latest disaster that left the city officials paralyzed with shame and disgust on their predecessors and some of their friends and officials. The drowning of innocent 3 year olds and 70 year olds under bridges, is a shocking and shameful truth which we will be all held accountable in front of our maker.

They drowned because someone stole. They perished like cattle on a rampage. They died holding each others hands praying for the great Allah to save them, for they have been betrayed by their officials. They did not have to learn to swim, for swimming is done in a pool or the sea, not on dry land surrounded by mountains. They died because someone chose to build with sewage and drainage money a palace by the beach. While he and his beloved family sunbathed, they sank deeper and deeper into the drainage system he never built.

As my tears form with every part of this paragraph I can’t help but try to figure out what the last thought was on that little girl holding on to her mother who was trying to save her child and drowned in the process, and then the little girl swallows the last water before giving way for her soul to depart her 3 year old body, how can they do this?! animals have more pity for weaker ones, have mercy.

Here the whistle blower got fed up, as he witnessed the people listening dancing to his tunes in harmony and making fun of him, passing remarks like” it only rains once in this country” relax, chill…I wish you chill in hell I say.

Transparency is not for the weak hearted, face your mistakes and punish the bad, give way to the people that really love you, do not play with peoples lives. Next time a whistle is blown I am sure they will all jump up to action, I hope, I wish, I pray.

Going down the micro level, lets look at companies and organizations with thousands of employees. Here the whistler is taken lightly, and his tunes are muted for a while, please let us focus on the business he is told. He whistles some more, then decides to relax and chill. Then when the problem arises, they remove the source of the trouble after the stealing and power advantage is abused.

Here’s the funny part, management knows its mistake, so how does it play it? it continues to make the matters worse. They compensate the senior manager for the remaining time he would have stayed with the company, so he does not make any PR campaign against them! i am actually laughing my ass off! And he is given a letter that states he was a great employee, so another company gets burnt.

Whistle till you can’t take it no more. Don’t fall victim to the corporate bullies in your life, they live wild and fly high, but soon come crashing down, its one end for them, they know it.

Let’s go down to medicine and all its blunders and mistakes on peoples lives. How many hospitals have had their license withdrawn in the last 25 years in Saudi Arabia? Zero! please don’t go telling me about some small clinic on the outskirts of nowhere! Major hospitals continue to use their power and connections to save their own lives while poor people come in for a normal anesthesia for some minor issue, and leave in a coffin! Wrong medicine prescriptions, laid back attitude, wrong diagnoses, many fatal incidents, and still they advertise.

When a doctor whistled once, he was told to mind his own business. Multiply that on a daily basis by one hundred and you can get the picture. Keep it up new doctors, don’t stop till you get enough.

The grapevine is where you hear the stories and rumors of people stealing and others lobbying against someone for his bravery and in your face comments of what goes wrong. You can tell if a guy is stealing by his living standards, he get paid an average salary and lives a Sheiks life! come on people, and here I must say forget the inheritance and lottery winnings, and when the @#*! hits the fan, you say I thought he was living beyond his capabilities.

The obvious is obvious. The truth is always naked. The sight never appealing.

Now for your personal standards, do you check on your actions and their viability daily before you go to sleep? Do you know that what goes around comes all the way back around? let’s make sure our younger generation has a great example to take us through the next millennium without us splattering the books of history with shame and greed instead of honesty and growth.

Sorry for the long note, I had to, and now I feel relieved.

mamdooh.alradadi.com

me@mamdoohalradadi.com

Where did I put that manual on life again, I can’t seem to find it when I need it most? OH! I forgot I don’t have one. They never told us that we could do it again after falling down, they never gave us permission for another go, they never gave us the rules of engagement in this oh so ever exciting life. If you were to sum up all the various directions we got when we were young and wild, it would have to be GO!

If the only direction is forward, with some back momentum for push, then GO! would be it.

We seem to have a never ending supply of “Go, bump, move away, continue, go some more, walk,run, slow down, stop, look around, GO!” we know that one, but what happens when we have a head on collision and seem to be a bit dizzy and have a loss of direction and start to just walk on, in any direction, then we find that the road travelled has unfamiliar terrain, and is getting more and more harder to cover. We stop, analyze, think about the situation and sometimes get lost in the analysis.

We stall. Don’t! just GO!

Don’t take too long to uncover the bleeding and suffering, don’t take too much time analyzing the hurt, the betrayal, the shocks, the losses.. you need to keep moving, you need to think and move, we had a laid back life, now its faster and only the fit can survive or be left in the rubble, get up and move. Go!

People will not forgive you under any circumstances. They will laugh at you on your way down, and envy you on your way up, at least give them a hard time. This is the real exam in life to move on to the next level, you change course in due course, you take the first step up, you wave and smile, you GO!

When you concave upon yourself, you start the manifestation of a nation of negative village people, burn the village down, it will not be a criminal act, on the contrary you will be helping yourself and remember they are all temporary useless friendships based on that energy sucking I talked to you about in the past. They will suck you dry to the last drop, use whatever it takes to keep at least one spark of positivity and ignite yourself, GO!

Travel light. Dump the luggage. Use minimal tools. GO! back to basics. Reveal your true potential. Get close and personal with success. Fake it till you make it. Find laughter in your mishaps. Seek energy from food and sports, read, watch uplifters. Shy away from sad, explore happiness. Enroll in life’s bounties. Watch what you hear. Be clear and definitive on your goals. Unleash the beast within you. GO! back to age 4 if you have to. Pull on your wonderful memory. Hold that thought, GO!

When down, lower your negative intake. Claim the victory and celebrate your small wins. Strike evil between the eyes. Push and shove for your smiles. When you smile the whole world smiles back. Powerful emotions and eruptions take place when you strike X that marks the spot. GO!

NIKE says Just do it! we can do that, we can do it, we did it so far, we do it day in day out, doing is believing, just did it was what you did, you know how its done, you can move faster than before, doing it over and over again means you can, why not do it again?

Nothing beats a good days GO!

When we know, we grow, we show, we flow, we glow, we always GO!

March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life’s path. Khalil Gibran

mamdooh.alradadi

me@mamdoohalradadi.com

What would happen if an F-16 or a new Jumbo Jet landed in the time of the Romans, or the Pharoe’s or even before or surprised Jenkis Khan during his domination?What would the look on their faces be when they thought their invention of gun powder was the new might and you nuked them? OK that’s mean, how about I take on a whole army with one machine gun and some grenades?

What if I showed them a trick or two with my little toy planes and laser pointers, or stunned them with a Hummer truck, ran them over with a 1940 Panza Tank during one of the stupid wars to take more ground? How about introducing a TV with a DVD player with real people playing a sport which will only be known after another 1000 or so years?

What if I take a photo of them and show them what they look like, how about I introduce the mirror and then shortly after that introduce creams and cosmetics, the Hair brush and comb, the scissors, the electric shaver, the perfume… now you would have to start think marketing here, would it actually be too early for manhood? maybe they liked their stink, they loved their hairy bodies, the ugly nose was fashionable, and so forth.

Now lets dive deeper, if your an average human, you know the house fly, that little pest that comes in and sits on your favorite food or warms itself with your coffee in a cold room, well imagine the technical one made by humans. Now take that and take it only 100 years back to 1910 what do you think will happen to the guys behind the innovations you enjoy today?

What about the small and big creatures we keep finding on our planet? the ones that cant see but have headlights to lure smaller creatures for survival? we still don’t know, but insist on knowing more and more, it never ends, and if it does then you just started to get the big  picture. They say innovate, don’t imitate, irrelevant yet so powerful in its deep meanings.

How about the satellite this and the satellite that? remember back in the 80’s the large formats of videos and arcade games? well how would you like to walk around back then as a teenager with a mobile phone that has it all and so. so much more stuff? What would the fancy cameras and KODAK do when you slap them with a digital photo? And how about that famous TV producer and Hollywood gang do when you dig out of your purse a video camcorder the size of a pack of cigarettes? what would MP3 do to the music industry in the 70’s 80’s and 90’s forget mozart and the other bunch of amazing musicians.

Now when we hold our breath and dive a bit more, i want you to capitalize on this day & ages technological breakthrough’s in medicine and saving people. What would the grandaddy of modern day science Leonardo Da Vinci do with all his breakthroughs, I guess he would be a happy man knowing that he led us so far with so little, great man.

Now lets take a thing we only say WOW! when we see a new model and move on with our day. Back in the early 1900’s or even in the wild wild west days, or take it back a bit to the days of the glorious warriors who rode horses as a mean of fast travel, and you guessed right, drive by them in a Range Rover sport or even a speed bike, forget that maybe just cruise by in a laid back Harley. Would they drop dead in fear?

From telling the time to travel, from our modern day science labs to this computer I type on, from the communication tools we complain about to the small italian espresso machine in my living room, from the iphone to the invention of sushi, take a leap of faith into the future and whatever you have today will be tomorrows joke.

We should be thankful for the wishful thinking of our ancestors and everyone in between, we should thank the thinkers, the believers, the funders, the users, the complainers who made things better, we should thank the pessimists and the optimists, the eager beavers and the thrill seekers, the people who swam against the rising tide, the brave boys that took the lead into the unknown should be recognized not only in text books but in daily newspapers to remind the new generation of what it takes to move on in this mysterious world, we should embed the spirit of evolution in every thing we do, we should ask on a continuos basis: what next?” were do we go from here? were are we headed? and keep moving.

Never underestimate the power of questioning, there is no such thing as stupid questions and ideas, they all mean something, in the end.

An important scientific innovation rarely makes its way by gradually winning over and converting its opponents: What does happen is that the opponents gradually die out. Max Plank

He never missed a promotion. He was loved by his mother. He was the envy of the competition wherever he worked.He easily made friends. He loved people, even though he was stamped as an introvert. He manages conflict with ease. He had one wonderful thing he did, only one thing, he threw the rest, only kept a few. But it was always one thing.

He was every girls dream. He wasn’t the handsomest, but the most loved. He was a woman’s dream come true. He was the soul of the party. He had his admirers stacked up against the wall when he passed. He blushed.

He manages people with grace. He had minimal enemies, in fact he had none. He helped, gave, he was generous in each helping hand, and then gave some more. The more he gave the more he rose above the humanly daily requirements to a higher ground. He flew above the crowd, his smooth operational skills made it seem effortless.

He was needed. When he doesn’t show up his space seemed like a volcano’s opening in the ground. He lived by the minute, enjoyed the seconds in every minute, he wished there was more to spread his sweetness. Everyone knew they could confide in him. He only did one thing.

He never intended to be like this. It only happened when he decided to start a new habit in his life. He chose wisely. He let go of the bad habits he grew up with. He knew what he had to keep and work on. He knew it was only one thing that would distinguish him from the pack. One thing only. Nothing else.

As the years rolled by, he noticed sudden changes in his surroundings and encounters. He noticed that people were nicer, kinder, better,more helpful, all by focusing on one trait. He had better days, nights and afternoons. He enjoyed endless happy hours, limitless laughter and joy, he had a lifetime supply of new friends, he was being honest and sincere in everything he did, but when asked about the true reason behind his happy succesful life, he knew it wasn’t that.

People call him friendly, but then again who isn’t? they called him helpful, not too many to go around. They saw him as their backbone, their friend in need, their soulmate, their final stop before giving up, he was there, he delivered.

As he laid his head on his pillow at night, just before he called it a day, just before his motors shut down for the night, just before he starts the recharging process, and exactly before his screen started to fade out, he did what he does best, one more time he thought, you can never get enough of a good thing…

He listened.

Man who know little say much.
Man who know much say little.

mamdooh.alradadi

me@mamdoohalradadi.com

Every day you wake up to news. Every day you encounter people. Everyday you find something new, or old, digest or remove. Every day people mingle, get attracted or scattered from you. Every day you smile, frown, think, decide, millions of decisions, some you know you take, others are left to your sophisticated auto pilot.

The messenger comes with a message in a bottle, or wrapped up in leather, or just plain spoken words. A messenger today can reveal his message from his body language or his attitude with you. If he was revealing that you are to be his higher rank he would bow to you while delivering the message. On the other hand if he was carrying your demotion, his body would look relaxed and somewhat showing you who’s boss and how higher up the ladder he is from you, remember that’s the messenger were talking about.

Messages are almost always welcomed with joy and a hidden eagerness to reveal its contents as if its christmas time and your presents are awaiting your smiles. Some however hold surprises that are not welcomed. Some messages send our blood pressure out of the roof, others drop it to sub zero levels. Messengers carry the good, the bad and the evil, in many cases evil disguised as friendly chit chat.

Beware the evil messengers that only seem to deliver pieces of information that only cause pain or negative vibes. They manage to infiltrate your security walls undercover as friends, because we know what we do to negative and bad friends, we block them and never have to worry about receiving bad news as and when it happens, it can always wait, or forever die in their hands and mouths.

These evil, selfish, sick minds seem to shy away on your success and jump in joy on your downhill rides. This is how they satisfy their high jealousy levels that cause them to die from high blood pressure mixed with a heavy dose of any sickness they may spread. They need to breath, they need to let off steam, they need to dilute your systems, they need to poion your positive and healthy thinking, they need to throw that wet blanket all over you so you slow down in life.

Please take a moment and segregate your friends today, you can be any age, it does not matter at all. Think of the very few that seem to make you jump to the phone with a smile? Now think about the ones that make you utter hello as if your choking? the ones that make you smile, carry warm love and happiness with them and want to have a quick laugh with you and deliver some great news.

When the sick brains call you, the evil messengers, they carry what ever it is with them embedded inside it is some sort of bad, demoralizing, hurting, sad fact regarding you or something you like. These same lifeless forms of humans seem to anchor themselves in your daily life by providing some sort of social activity that you seek. They then start the sucking process.

The E.S.P.

Evil Sucking Process: A type os social vampire that lives among us and lives on positivity, in place of the positivity sucked out, an equal or higher level of negativity and bad feeling are injected into the poor victim. They manage to form colonies, but eventually fight over victims and die alone, sad, hopeless, deprived of a healthy life, devastated. Good always wins over evil, always, no matter what or who you are. Try keeping a real angry face for 2 hours straight, if your sick enough to try that…tell me how you feel now?

Examples of Evil messengers in action:

• “Hey Ahmed, I heard about your new promotion! congrats buddy!”( and then the punch line, the E.S.P) “ too bad they are relocating you to an empty part of the desert.( and you can actually hear the laughs in the background).
• “ Oh my God darling, your new nose job LOOKS undetectable! ( then the E.S.P) let’s hope the girls don’t either, cause then it would be a big waste of your summer money.( here she double whammed her, showing total hatred 1- the girls part. 2- The summer part, that she can’t afford to join the girls this summer.)
• “ Hey susie, guess who I bumped into at the beach today? Your ex.. he was with his new fiance, and he was playing with her kid, so sweet of him. Anyway, what are you up to today?( no need to explain this one!)

I call this the little black dot on the perfect shirt syndrome, Forget the wonderful crisp  white shirt, focus on the little small light beige dot, only detected if you were looking real close under the lower button. They seem to learn how to focus on your weakest link, weakest point, weakest anything and forget your strong amazing features and wonderful personality, looks, success, fame…etc.

What you should do with these evil messengers is send them back with their heads in a box and a box carrying their bodies( that was back in the old days) now, to diffuse them you need certain personality traits and people management.

You need to not respond to their messages, just like a friend who bugs you with garbage messages, anything on his mobile is in yours, 24/7. Eventually when he sends a help! message you would have pressed that IGNORE FOREVER button.

• Send them mixed signals against what they feed on.
• Give them some bad information about something they like or someone they like, even go to the extent of making up things.
• Poker face them.
• Make fun of their stories, always tell them that what they deliver simply sucks.
• Tell them people are talking about them in a negative way, that they are no longer welcome in their social circle anymore due to the gloom effect they carry.
• Tell them when they call straight up” please if its bad news please call later, not now”.
• Play their own game on them for a while, turn the tables.

You remember that old children saying” Sticks & Stones may hurt me, but words will never break me” well thats exactly it, stay strong in the face of evil.

When people come to me with information I already know, and they know it just kind of hurts me, I am sure they will be sent back wondering what happened, Im good at that now, I used to be a victim you see, just like you. Segregate the good from the evil, keep some bad just for fun, you can’t have a group without a negative, bad, evil person in it. You need to pick on someone.

People write negatives things, cause they feel that’s what sells. Good news to them, doesn’t sell. Michael Jackson

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I laugh at the people who say they don’t like to take risks. The ones that insist on a certain belief system that they have somehow come to believe and live by day in, day out. The ones that come to banks and say we want low risk investments. The ones that never go out of the ordinary and tread on the normal pathways of earth. The ones that drive safe. The non smokers. The no airplane people. No fun in the sun, swim in the sea knock offs.

Many people believe that they are no or low risk takers. They know nothing!

If you analyze your daily life movements and actions you will come to believe that you are one crazy, lunatic, mad risk taker.

The moment you wake up in the morning or go to sleep at night you are at 100% risk. Its a game of statistics that can play in your favor or against you. You can wake up and fall on the bathroom floor and break your back or neck, or you can sleep and never wake up by choking to death. Scary huh?

Well thank God life is much more kinder than that on humans. We are a tough species.

• The day you learnt to drive, your chances of dying in a car accident increased 100% over your friend that never learnt to drive.
• The raw sushi & sashimi you eat with all its fame & glory can get you to a hospital faster than a speeding bullet if it was rotten, how would you ever know? you trust the sushi place for having fresh fish, that’s how.
• You go to have a botox injection( I am too lazy to check the spelling, Im sure one of the girls/boys will help with this one) to fade away those aging lines and look younger, they ask you if you want to go under anesthesia during the operation, you accept.Let me rephrase that, They ask you if you want to go unconscious under a drug, so they can operate on you without you knowing anything, you might come to, and you might not. You ask me to stop scaring you? you do sign a paper that the hospital is not responsible for you if something goes wrong don’t they?how scary is that?? yet you accept the risk.
• You cross the road every day, hoping that no one will be a lunatic and run you over.
• You go to work in a safety standard environment and forget that the contractor could have sacrificed on the material of the whole building, yet you go daily.
• You drive with your safety belt on, you drive within the set speed limits, you go by the book, and you know that there are a million maniac drivers, some drunk drivers, some brainless teenagers on a joy ride, running red lights in big SUV’s at race level speeds, yet you drive on.
• You use your mobile unit more than you use your brain, you talk and talk till the battery dies, you have heard of the batteries that exploded before, that won’t happen to me we think, yet we blabber away.
• You buy the safest anti virus software and update it automatically and pay away, month after month, and governments get hacked, and still you sign up to that Bank account online and show your finances to the world.
• We buy products day in day out, we hear that water gets contaminated, food gets poisoned, medicine gets tampered with on its way to a shelf near you, and we still shop online.

• The people using protection know that there is a slight possibility of catching a disease or getting someone pregnant, yes its small, but its a risk? so do you continue taking this risk? or become a priest and vow never to get near a female again due to the risk factor? or just take the whole nine yards and go with the flow? people make sacrifices, sometimes in the wrong areas.
• You plug that electrical appliance and you are oh so sure it wont electrify you, you stand in the shower all wet, get down on the marble floor and head to your shaver and plug it, is that insane or normal? you change the lightbulb and think its safe, what about those long ones that explode when they fall to the ground?

You have all these crazy ideas going for you and you call yourself a no risk person, a low risk individual, a medium risk taker, a 100% guarantee buyer. There are no guarantees in life, so why the hassles?

Enough said. Risk is a part of our lives, we live it and we take it daily like vitamins. Stop the whining and move out of your comfort zone that you hide behind calling it names like risk appetite and risk tolerance and sometimes calculated risk.

The last one is a favorite amongst Investors and business people, I am also a big fan, calculated risk, what risk are you wiling to take for the final prize? should you take it or not? that’s another thing.

You know the famous High Risk High Reward saying, its true you know. Sometimes you win, and sometimes you lose, when you win, make those winnings BIG and add some spice in your life, go out and have fun, enjoy the good times.

If I had to do it all again, I would take more risk, and higher reward pots. Even though I am known for my high risk attitude and lifestyle, I still know deep down there is much more risk that needs addressing. I also know that where I am today is due to the many risky roads I travelled and watched people standing on the pavements saying “ there goes that crazy man again with his wild ideas and lifestyle changes” I guess Chris Columbus didn’t think of  what people thought of his travel ideas to make his thoughts more thoughtful and meaningful!

Go out today and do something that scares you. Do something that makes your adrenaline levels sky rocket out of the roof, look RISK in the eyes and dare it, go totally ballistic and take a bit of risk, go ahead now, make hat decision you have been putting off for so long due to non-risk-appetite tolerance levels.

Remember risk takers don’t have a certain look about them, they are normal you & me’s walking and living amongst us, they dive, bunjee jump, sky dive, ski, water ski, play football and rugby, race cars, have wild relationships hoping for the best, they try that new dish on the menu, they basically have more fun.

Take a walk on the wild side, forget managing your risk and show it what it means to be a risk taker, you take the risk, enjoy the outcome, positive or negative, its all good for the heart ;P

” If we listened to our intellect, we’d never have a love affair. We’d never have a relationship. We’d never go into business, because we’d be too cynical. Well, that’s nonsense. You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time to build your wings on the way down.” Annie Dillard.

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I love it when I arrive at a fancy hotel and they have a big mountain of pillows stacked on the bed in a picture perfect pose,you think twice if you were allowed to touch them while sleeping. We love pillows, they come in different sizes and softness, they can suck you in or give you a neck ache in 5 minutes flat. The pillows resemble many things to many people, to some they are just that, to others they are lovers, secret admirers, secret keepers, tear enhancers, cuddle bags, beating bags, pillow fight ammunition, security, and to many an icon of home sweet home.

If all the pillows in the world could speak, they would tell all the real stuff and what they know could jeopardize cement relationships, but eventually we would have to silence them for the peace and tranquility they deliver.

Imagine the scene: She heads for that long deserved shower after those board meetings, and killer presentation, the fight with the boyfriend, the family ties and fun, the financial discussions, the debts and investments, the whole day was as full as her Louis Vuitton bag last summer, not even space for a toothbrush. Then comes the hotel shower that comes with all those massage outlets, the fluffy clean towels, that herbal essence she carries with her, her favorite shower gel and body scrubs, its all good.

The shower hits her hard on head, washes away the days troubles, she barely opens her eyes watching her fight with her boss going down the drain,drop by drop, one down, 20 to go she thinks.

The shower relieves her from those remaining stress issues, she breathes, she leaves and starts to dry herself, she dries her hair, thinks about it for a minute, looks outside the shower and sees those pillows.

Her lips and body make a sudden twitch, as if a calling, she moves slow, as if seducing the bed pillows, looking away and then catching the pillows looking back at her in total disbelief, she smiles, she is gift wrapped in a fluffy towel, smelling like an italian country side picnic between the flower beds and wonderful weather with a vespa bike parked in the background. She drops the towels, shakes her hair in total Hollywood manner, looks those pillows deep in the eyes, removes some covers, puts one leg on the bed, checks her self in the mirror, dims the lights, ignites the fire on those vanilla and strawberry scented candles, pets those pillows, demands the best one to be her slave for the night, throws herself in slow motion on the pillow, the pillow sucks her in, the impact was bed shattering.

She closes her eyes, takes a small move to the right, tucks herself in, fluffs the covers, her hair sends aromatic scents through the air, she moves.. it increases, she settles it comes to a standstill surrounding her.

The pillow is all over her, she grabs more pillows to guide her through the night, she is sheltered by her favorite friends that never hurt her, only bring out the best in her, she can confide in them, what the shower didn’t wash away, the pillows will surely handle with care, removing any stress or bad memory, hurt, sacrifice or experience out of her way to make it through the dark. She starts with her emotional state, thinking about her relationship and her self requirements against his, she thinks of her story so far, she reveals she did something bad today, the pillow assures her “its ok dear, leave that to me”, she thinks of her parents and how she is so far now, she thinks of forgotten friends and broken promises,she confides with ease.

No one can understand you like your pillow she thinks. Why can’t men be like that? Why can’t women be like that thinks the guy sleeping in room 1406 at the Park Hyatt hotel in Tokyo. Nothing makes me feel so secure at night when I need a hug most, a tuck, a shoulder to cry on, a heart to love, strong warm arms and shoulders, nothing like my pillows she thinks, always there when you need them.

How many tears have pillows sheltered during your life time? How many secrets have they held in the last month? Who makes sure your fine at night, and is moved and spends the night looking after you day in day out? Who accepts to be dumped for another without uttering a word in disbelief? Why do they pack for you and not against you at night? Who looks and feels exactly as you want them to every day for as long as you want them?

Pillows are a rare breed of loyal understanding, trustworthy, objects that are made to serve you as promised. Go ahead sink in

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