The Present

Theres this adage- ‘Life is like an ice cream. Eat it before it melts’



I strongly concur with this. There is just 1 life and we would better make the most of it. The present is a present, a gift given to us. The past would have left behind some very pleasant memories had we dealt with every moment in the past the right way. If we do the right things now, future wouldn’t be a disaster- at least not because of us.

The best course of action is to keep the lessons learnt from past experiences in mind, with some foresight and some planning for the future, act on what ever needs to be acted upon at present.

This is what The Present by Spencer Johnson is all about. It’s thoroughly engaging and is all about how a lad who indefatigably attempts to identify what the ‘hidden’ present is and finally succeeds after he grows into manhood.



The content of this book is doubtlessly the key to success, for, without the application of one’s mind, there isn’t any scope for development. The mind that wanders around in the woods, valleys and deserts of the past with dreams and nightmares about the future will never be able to stay focused.

There’s nothing new. Some facts which every human mind is very much aware of but unconsciously ignores are captured and presented brilliantly. It’s a Present colorfully wrapped in a story and is definitely worth every penny you dish out for it. Do read!



If you look at the past, present and future as these 3 little angles - The Present is nestled between the past and the future. It is fast asleep, just as our minds generally are to the present. The past and the future are alert and awake- the way they are in our minds.

The past tries to arouse the present- It is from the past that the present gets thoughts, ideas and the context itself. The future looks on with curious eyes to see how the present would react ‘cos it heavily depends on the present. So, are you all set to unwrap and work on the most precious present?

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
~Anais Nin