Sunday, March 22, 2026

How Do I Find Inspiration When I Need It?

From nature:

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Minoo Jha
 · 4y
What is a two-stanza poem that expresses your care and gratitude for the environment?
This is more than a 2 stanza poem, but it expresses my care and gratitude for the environment. I hope readers will share it on Earth Day. I Need The Breeze I need the breeze Even though it makes me sneeze Achoo Achoo Achoo 〰 I need the sun Even though I sometimes feel like a toast well done Crackle Crackle Crackle 〰 I need the trees Even if I have to walk on wet leaves Scrunch Scrunch Scrunch 〰 I need the air Even though it buzzes with insects that dare Buzz Buzz Buzz 〰 I need the night Even though the darkness is a fright Ttu-whit tu-whoo Tu-whit tu-whoo! Boo 〰 I need the showers Even though my shoes get squishy, and I am splashed on by cars Squish Squish Squish. Splash Splash Splash 〰 I need the sky Even though the thunder and lightning make me want to run and hide Boom Crash. Boom Crash. Boom Crash 〰 I need the dirt roads Even if I have to say hello to lizards and leeches and toads Creep Creep. Crawl Crawl. Croak Croak 〰 I need the hills Even though they sometimes make me huff and puff till I am ill Huff and Puff. Huff and Puff. Huff and Puff 〰 I need the sand Even though it’s hard to walk on it, and sometimes even to stand Pludunk Pludunk Pludunk. Pant Pant Pant 〰 I need the ocean Even though the waves make such a commotion Crash Bang. Crash Bang. Crash Bang 〰 I need the earth and all its creatures Even though some of them have scary features Slither Slither Slither. Snarl Snarl. Hiss. Roar 〰 Yes, I need all of it And if any of those things were not there My life wouldn't be the same So I’d have to get on a rocket and find another planet somewhere 〰 Where I could find the very same things! 〰 So I make a heart with my fingers To love it all through and through But oh no, there’s that breeze again Achoo Achoo Achoo!
From coming across something online (such as Sheldon Cooper quotes on IMDB):

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Minoo Jha
 · 4y
Would you be able to have Sheldon Cooper as a friend or roommate?
Let me ask myself some questions and answer that… Q: Could I have some private time away from him? A: Ummm…. Sheldon: I'm sorry I'm late, but your companion left the most indecipherable invitation. Leonard: What invitation? Sheldon: Were going to the movies. What movie? What theater? What time? If you were trying to make it impossible to locate you, you couldn't have done a better job. Leonard: Oh clearly, I could have. Q: Could I get a break from him for a few hours? A: Ummm….. Penny: Why don't you see a movie or something? Sheldon: Alone? Penny: Yeah, why not? Sheldon: What if I choke on my popcorn, who will administer the Heimlich maneuver? Penny: Well, then don't order popcorn. Sheldon: No popcorn at the movies? Listen to yourself. Q: Could I make him lighten up a bit in his preferences? A: Ummm…. Sheldon: That's where I sit. Penny: What's the difference? Sheldon: What's the difference? In the winter that seat is close enough to the radiator to remain warm, and yet not so close as to cause perspiration. In the summer, it's directly in the path of a cross-breeze created by opening windows there and there. It faces the television at an angle that is neither direct, thus discouraging conversation, nor so far wide as to create a parallax distortion. I could go on, but I think I've made my point. Q: Could I bear to overhear him talking to someone on the phone? A: Ummm…. Sheldon: [on the phone] This is Doctor Sheldon Cooper. Yeah, I need to cancel my membership to the Planetarium... Well I'm sorry too, but there's just no room for you in my wallet... Yeah, I understand, but it was between you and the Museum of Natural History, and frankly, you don't have dinosaurs... Well I'll miss you too. Bye bye. Q: Could I count on him to be discreet? A: Ummm…. Sheldon Cooper: Priya, if you're experiencing any tension or awkwardness, it may stem from the fact that Leonard and Penny used to, if I may quote Howard, "do the dance with no pants."
From a book:

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Minoo Jha
 · 4y
What are the best/innovative ways to introduce yourself to anybody?
Triple Hatter After reading Richard Nelson Bolles’ What Color is Your Parachute?, I found myself doing some soul searching. I thought about my past, my present and my future - all the colors and threads which were the patchwork of my life. And then I wrote a one page “dare to share” piece about myself, I titled Triple Hatter. I created it as something I would leave behind at an interview. I would hand it over to the interviewer at the end of the interview and say “This will tell you things about me that may not have been caught or covered in the interview”. If I was interviewed by 3 people in turn, I would hand out a copy to each of the interviewers as they left the room. I am sharing Triple Hatter with you. I hope it will motivate you to read What Color is Your Parachute? (when you get a chance) but more importantly, to learn to accept who you are in your entirety (past, present and future)... ... and then to “dare to share” everything you are with the world. Read Triple Hatter. Then go write your own Triple Hatter. And start sharing it with the world…. Triple Hatter One Gal. 3 Hats. I am a Commissions Analyst who writes advertising copy and a blog. I am a Copywriter who does Commissions Administrations and Implementations. I am a Commissions Admin who does Xactly Implementations You could call me a Triple Hatter. One Gal. 3 Hats. Solution Partners Inc, Los Gatos This is where I picked up my Implementations Hat. I said goodbye to fear and a regular paycheck when I signed up to be a contract Business Architect with Solution Partners and do Xactly Incent Implementations for different companies. 2 years and 4 projects later (including two 3-month stints at Salesforce Inc) – I am still entranced with the nuts and bolts of the Xactly Incent Commissions Machine. And now I can’t wait to see what it’s like to work both sides of the equation – the administration side and the implementation side. Which company will provide me with the opportunity to put both these skills to work? It’s exciting to speculate and wonder. Extreme Networks, Santa Clara This is where the Commissions Admin Experience I had gained at Palm was put to the test. And my ideas about my skills and traits. Excel whiz. Good at picking up new software. Accurate. Deadline Oriented. Dependable. I was there 5 years and had a fantastic relationship with my boss. Need I say more? Palm Inc This is where I got my training wheels as a Commissions Admin. No sooner did my boss sign me on to assist with commissions, when she went out on Maternity Leave. And never returned. So I was Palm’s one-woman commissions team from that point on. Of course, this meant I needed to take off my training wheels ASAP. Staying up nights with multiple Excel books, I did. It paid off. Minoo Jha Life Strategies My writing hat. It’s my oldest hat. Writing comes naturally. As flying to a bird. For a while, it looked like I had a broken wing. But when in December of 2010, I started blogging, I knew I was back in the groove. I write the Minoo Jha Life Strategies blog. Posting regularly to it, inviting guest posts and promoting it via Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest. Triple Hatter. That’s me.
From having some stuff and wondering what to do with it:

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Minoo Jha
 · 6y
What are some unique ways to prepare avocado?
Hi, You asked, What are some unique ways to prepare avocado? Avocado Pani Puri. Instead of putting potato in the puris (puchkas), put avocado. Just substitute potato with avocado. I discovered this recipe by accident and wrote a post about the discovery. Reprinting an adapted version below: My Avocado Pani Puri Story: I meditate on asteya. Asteya is one of the yamas (ethical precepts) of yoga. It means taking from the world only what you need -- without greed, excess or wastage. I am far from where I want to be when it comes to asteya, but I get a little better every day. One day I spotted a can of beets and a can of pineapples in my kitchen cupboard. The cans had been sitting there forever. I had picked them up and never gotten around to using them. They were a glaring example of not living by the principles of asteya. But now I looked at the cans and decided “Enough is enough. I need to use these cans and not let them lie around gathering dust anymore.” Of course, there was the challenge of what to do with them. I thought if I opened the two cans and mixed the ingredients together - they might pair well. But the pairing needed something to make it work and taste good. That made me think about fruta picada – the Mexican street vendor snack they sell at the Beryessa Flea Market. It is a mix of chopped fruit dusted with lime and chile. “Fruit chaat, that’s it,” I thought, “All I need to do is add some chaat masala to the beets and the pineapple.” It worked. This got me thinking about the avocados I had in the fridge. “I wonder how they would taste with chaat masala,” I thought. I gave it a whirl. This was a successful experiment too. Encouraged, I wondered what avocado pani puri might taste like. I typed avocado pani puri into the Google search box. Several recipes came up. Avocado pani-puri turned out to be a great spin on pani-puri which is traditionally made with boiled potato and garbanzo beans. Thanks to constraining myself to use up all the canned food I had at home, I experienced one culinary breakthrough after another. My avocado pani puri was a family hit and I was asked to make it at family events for at least a year or two. Here is the recipe: Avocado Pani Puri (Serves 3-4) * 1 Avocado * 1 Lemon * 30 Puris (Crisp, hollow, spherical crackers) * ¼ Cup fresh mung bean/dal sprouts * Salt and chilli powder, chaat masala to taste * ¼ Cup sweet tamarind chutney * Pani or spiced water (recipe follows) 1. Slit the avocado into 2 halves and remove the seeds. Scoop out the flesh using a sharp-edged spoon and cut it into chunks. Transfer the chunks to a bowl and squeeze some lemon juice all over the chunks. Sprinkle with salt, chilli powder and chaat masala to taste. 2. When you are ready to serve, crack the tops of the puris and make a hole just enough to fill them. In each puri add an avocado chunk, some mung sprouts and a dollop of sweet chutney as the filling. Pass the Pani (spiced water) in wide-mouthed cups, one for each person. Dip the filled puris in the Pani and stuff the entire puri in your mouth.
From turning to my imagination to deal with an ego blow:

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 · 6y
How has thinking big improved your life?
Thinking creatively has improved my life more than thinking big. I have used creativity to solve problems, find the best use for things, and to reframe situations. Here’s one example where my imagination helped me, when my brain child was cast aside on an assignment. The entire post, if you want to read it, is called The Element of Imagination and Its Hope for Helping Us Develop Toughness With Compassion and Artful Flair, and is available on my Minoo Jha Life Strategies blog. Here is the excerpt regarding my brain child being cast aside, and how I used my imagination to shake myself out of my negative thoughts and feelings, and to be a bigger person. Using our imagination to reframe a situation… Any situation can be reframed with the help of our imagination. On one assignment, I pulled out all the stops to design new commission statements, and develop a new Excel model to do commissions. However, when I was passing control of my job to the commissions analyst who was to take my place, he and the new company controller decided to abandon my model and create their own model. It was a blow to my self-esteem, and hard to stomach. We want it to be hard for anyone to fill our shoes. We want our absence to cause pain. We want our brain children to be cherished. So my initial thoughts and feelings were all negative. But then, I started meditating, and it helped me transcend these negative thoughts. 3 Deer at a Stream I suddenly had this vision of self-esteem being a stream of water, and the new analyst, new controller, and myself all as deer drinking from the stream. I had had my turn at the stream. Now it was theirs. When I had to prove myself, the stream of self-esteem was there for me. Now it was someone else’s time to shine. Later on, it would be someone else’s time, still. From the moment this image entered my mind – my mindset was different. It was hard to say if I held this image - of the 3 deer drinking from a stream - or the image held me. But during my last weeks at the company, I cheerfully finished up my assignment, and continuously encouraged, praised and supported the new analyst and the Controller. Now years later, I feel a warm glow towards them. Tuli Kupferberg says: “When patterns are broken, new worlds emerge. When I was able to escape the normal way of thinking it was almost that I saw all the characters in the scenario in a different alternate world” This is what happened to me. I entered an alternate world. And my imagination helped me get there. I now realize situations can exist in many different spheres, and our imagination can take us to a different sphere. So if you find yourself needing to be a bigger person, try to use your imagination to reframe the situation, and to elevate your thoughts and feelings to a different sphere. It worked for me. No reason why you shouldn’t give it a try. It could work for you.
From other people’s writing:

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Minoo Jha
 · 4y
What do you think of shy people?
I was an extremely shy child and young adult. I have written about this shyness in a few different pieces. Here’s one written in the style of Semplica Girl Diaries by George Saunders - Odd Girl Gets Break Once upon a time when teenager. Odd Girl. Liked to read books but did not like to go to school or college. Liked words, but did not speak much. (Very Shy). Liked to read (words), study (words), play (word) games, write (words). Could not speak words that good. When out on a date, only danced. Wordlessly. Like wind-up ornament on Musical Box. Couldn’t even say “Too bad you didn’t get The Girl You Wish You Hadn’t Started a Conversation With at a Party” for a date.” That tongue-tied. Odd Girl odd in other ways. Wore shades day and night. Like Michael Jackson. Only not a celebrity. One day Odd Girl wrote some words. Odd Girl sent these words to THE newspaper. That time, newpaper was THE newspaper, not a newspaper. Editor said ha-ha and published. Encouraged, Odd Girl wrote again. Editor said ha-ha. Published Odd Girl’s words again. Odd Girl’s writing spotted by Mela, friend of sister of Odd Girl. Copywriting job available at company said Mela. Interview. Job offer. Odd Girl became Odd Copywriter. Happily ever after.
From thinking about the blessings in my life:

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Minoo Jha
 · 2y
What genuinely makes you the happiest every time you think about it?
My friends. I even wrote this poem about it: I Am The Richest Person In America I am the richest person in America Richer than Bill Gates Richer than Elon Musk or Mark Cuban It's okay if you are going, wait, what, wait. __ Richer than Warren Buffett Let me be even geo bolder Richer than that Zara fellow and the owners of Ikea Richer than the Vatican for all I know. __ Richer than all the richest kings in history And richer than the richest queens too Richer than the richest celebrities Yes Oprah and Sean Combs - it's true. __ Richer than the richest sports women and men Michael Jordan or Conor McGregor Richer than Lionel Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo Richer than Roger Federer. __ Why am I the richest person in America, dear reader I'll tell you now my poem is coming to an end I am richer than everyone in America, and in the world, Because I am rich in friends! __ And so I say thank you to you, past, present, and future friends. And thank you to family or relatives, who have become friends I am the richest person in the world, and in history Because the rich tapestry of your friendships has enriched my life from end to end. __ Gracias, Shukriya Deu borem korum, Danke sehr Tak, Dziękuję, Khop Khun Mak Kha Nanri, Salamat Shukran, Dhanyavaadhamulu Arigato, doh jeh Merci becoup!
And sometimes, some rare times, through marvelous coincidences:

Hi, You asked, What is your most interesting meditation experience? After I stared meditating, I have had a few telepathic experiences. One of them was waking up in the middle of the night with a story about 3 Benches. I do not normally write fiction pieces on my blog, so it was very unusual for me to wake up in the middle of the night with the idea of this 3 Benches Story. The next day I called my friend in Klamath and I asked her, “Hey Nadya, whatcha been up to?” like I usually do. I got goosebumps when she said, “Oh, I am building a bench for my backyard.” I felt the only explanation for the mysterious appearance of the 3 Benches idea in my mind was because of a telepathic experience with Nadya. By now I must have aroused your curiosity about what this 3 Benches story is all about. It took another 6 years for me to actually get down to being able to write it and publish it on my blog. Here it is. I hope you enjoy reading it. Everyone Has Their Purpose Everyone has their purpose. I just hadn’t discovered mine. We were 3 benches in a park. Bench 1 clearly knew its purpose. It was to enjoy the rich conversations and the books of the people who sat on Bench 1. Bench 1 was into mind-expanding things. Bench 1 was always going on and on about philosophy and epistemology and such, things which, if they didn’t entirely go over my head, only somewhat interested me. I am curious and I have a love for words. These two personality traits made me listen to whatever Bench 1 said. Bench 2 was clearly status-seeking, a name-dropper. Bench 2 lived for the stylish, well-heeled, and well-known people that sat on Bench 2. Bench 2 would tell you that Bench 2 occupants that day included people who wore Manolo Blahnik Hangisi shoes, or toted the most expensive Louis Vuitton bags, or drove up in a Tesla Model X P100 D. As for me, neither status, nor mind expanding ideas, excited me, or held the key to my soul. I registered everything Bench 1 and Bench 2 said. I was curious enough for that. Bench 1 and Bench 2 knew they had a perfect listener in me. So they shared everything and anything that excited them, or troubled them, with me. And I would listen. But truthfully, I was interested in an "interesting what other benches find interesting" way. I knew, there had to be something more. One day, an older woman sat on my bench and said the rosary. As she sat there, moving from bead to bead, and repeating the Our Father, Hail Mary and Glory Be, I caught a glimpse of what my purpose was. Another day, two young men sat on my bench. One of the young men had the book Awakening Loving-Kindness by Pema Chodron in his hands. He explained to the other young man what meditating on loving-kindness meant. I caught a glimpse of my purpose again. Another day, I watched a man put a mat on the grass, put his hands up, then put his right hand over his left hand, then bend down and put his hands on his knees, then stand back up and bend down, placing his knees, hands and head on the floor, all the while reciting prayers. I caught a glimpse of my purpose again. One day, two Hindu studies major students sat on my bench. One of them read this passage from the Bhagavad Gita out aloud to the other: “The man who sees me in everything and everything within me will not be lost to me, nor will I ever be lost to him. He who is rooted in oneness realizes that I am in every being; wherever he goes, he remains in me. When he sees all being as equal in suffering or in joy because they are like himself, that man has grown perfect in yoga.” I caught a glimpse of my purpose again. Another day, two Jesuit priests chose me for their bench. They spoke of wondrous things, such as St. Augustine hearing a childlike voice telling him to “take up and read”. For days after, I kept thinking about that. And then one day, it happened. A man with a backpack and a stick entered the area where our 3 benches were located. He looked weary and he looked tired and he looked disheveled and he looked unkempt. I knew he was the kind of man Bench 1 and Bench 2 would be least interested in, even revolted by. He looked at all 3 of us benches, and then made his way to where I was, even though I was the furthest bench. He put his backpack down on one end of the bench. Then, using the backpack as a pillow for his head, he sprawled across the length of the bench, covered his face with a dirty shirt, and fell into a deep sleep, from which he awoke, hours later, after which he picked up his things and left. He came back the next day and did the same thing; and he came back the day after and did the same thing again. At the end of day 3, after he had woken up and left, Bench 1 said to me: “Tough luck 3, to have a homeless guy single you out and make a habit of it.” I didn’t say anything. Bench 2 added, “Better accept it, 3. You might be stuck with him at least till the weather changes!” I didn’t say anything. If only Bench 1 and Bench 2 knew…..at last, I had found my purpose. The End Note to Readers: The original idea for this story came to me in the form of a miraculous coincidence - which happened in October of 2012, almost 6 years ago. Though I had the idea for this story 6 years ago, I wasn’t able to put it into words. So it just lingered with me, all these years, until a few days ago. Here's how it happened. On the morning of April 27, 2018, while riding the bus to work and reading a book, suddenly these words came to my mind, “Everyone has their purpose”. My mind, next inexplicably, jumped to my unwritten 3 benches story. The next thing I knew, I was writing furiously. This story, that had been waiting to be told for 6 years, got told.

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