by Sunil Bali. 29-07-2018

The 100th anniversary of the birth of Nelson Mandela this month, reminded me of the last verse of William Henley’s wonderful poem Invictus – it was Nelson Mandela’s favourite poem:

"It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul."

"History will be kind to me because I intend to write it," said Winston Churchill.

You see, it doesn’t matter whether your glass is half empty or half full, so long as you are the one pouring the water.



Three 5-year-old boys were sitting in the park arguing over whose Dad was the greatest.

One said, "My Dad is the greatest because he’s the town’s Mayor."

The second boy said, "That’s pretty good, but my Dad owns the biggest hotel in town."

The third boy said, "That’s nothing, my Dad owns Hell. Before he came back from the pub late last night, my mum said she was going to give it to him."


Live big & love deep.