tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943404531861612232024-03-13T23:33:53.072+05:30Inspire-The-SoulSelf-Improvement, Self-Knowledge and Self-Realization Quotes & Articles regardless of any Religion, Caste, Creed or Nationality.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-87287844797672337782020-05-10T10:34:00.001+05:302020-05-10T10:34:43.959+05:30Mother's day special story<div dir="auto"><div dir="auto">A Beautiful Story that will melt your Heart 💖</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Had tears running down when I read this?</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Read on..... </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">He was watering the plants in the posh gardens of an International school, heat and dust didn't seem to affect him.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">"Ganga Das, Principal Ma'am wants to see you -- right now"...</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">The last two words of the peon had lots of emphasis on them, trying to make it sound like an urgency.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">He quickly got up, washed and wiped his hands and headed towards the Principal's chamber.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">The walk from the garden to the office seemed never ending, his heart was almost jumping out of his chest.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">He was trying all the permutation and combination, figuring out as to what has gone wrong that she wants to see him urgently...</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">He was a sincere worker and never shirked from his duties...</div><div dir="auto">knock knock...</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">"Madam, you called me?"</div><div dir="auto">"Come inside..." an authoritative voice made him further nervous...</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Salt n pepper hair, tied neatly in a french knot, a designer sari-sober and very classic, glasses resting on the bridge of her nose...</div><div dir="auto">She pointed out towards a paper kept on the table...</div><div dir="auto">"Read this"...</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">"B..but Ma'am I am an illiterate person.</div><div dir="auto">I can not read English.</div><div dir="auto">Ma'am please forgive me if I have done anything wrong... give me another chance... </div><div dir="auto">I am forever indebted to you for allowing my daughter to study in this school, free of cost... I could have never ever dreamt of such a life for my child.."</div><div dir="auto">And he broke down almost trembling:</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">"Hold on, you assume a lot...we allowed your daughter because she is very bright and you have been our sincere worker.. Let me call a teacher in, she will read it out and translate it to you... this is written by your daughter and I want you to read this."</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Soon enough the teacher was called and she started reading it, translating each line in Hindi...</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">It read-</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">"Today we are asked to write about Mother's Day.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">I belong to a village in Bihar, a tiny village where medical and education still seem like a far fetched dream. Many women die every now and then while giving birth. My mother was one of them too, she could not even hold me in her arms. My father was the first person to hold me.. or perhaps the only person.</div><div dir="auto">Everyone was sad.. as I was a girl and I had "eaten up" my own mother.</div><div dir="auto">My dad was instantly asked to remarry but he refused.</div><div dir="auto">My grandparents forced him by giving all logical, illogical and emotional reasons but he didn't budge.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">My grand parents wanted a grandson, they threatened him to remarry or else he will be disowned...</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">He didn't think twice... he left everything, his acres of land.. a good living, comfortable house, cattles and everything that counts for a good lifestyle in a village.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">He came to this huge city with absolutely nothing -- but me in his arms. Life was tough, he worked hard day and night.. raised me with tender love and utmost care.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Now I understand why suddenly he developed a dislike for things that I would love to eat when there was only one piece left in the platter.... he would say that he hates eating it and I would finish it considering that he does not like it.... but as I grew older I realised the reason and what sacrifice is all about.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">He gave me the best possible comforts beyond his capacity.</div><div dir="auto"> </div><div dir="auto">This school gave him a shelter, respect and the biggest gift -- an admission to his daughter...</div><div dir="auto">If love and care defines a mother... then my father fits in there.</div><div dir="auto">If compassion defines a mother, my father fits in well in that category too...</div><div dir="auto">If sacrifice defines a mother, my father dominates that category.</div><div dir="auto">So in nut shell.. if a mother is made of love, care sacrifice and compassion...</div><div dir="auto"> MY FATHER IS THE BEST MOTHER ON EARTH THEN.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">On Mother's Day, I would like to wish my father for being the best parent on earth... I salute him and say it with pride that the hardworking gardener working in this school is my father.</div><div dir="auto">I know I may fail this test after my teacher reads this -- but this would be a very small price one would pay towards an ode to the selfless love of my father.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">There was a deafening silence in the room... one could only hear soft sobbing of Ganga Das.... </div><div dir="auto">The harsh sun could not wet his clothes with sweat but soft words of his daughter had soaked his chest with tears.... he was standing there with hands folded..</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">He took the paper from teacher's hands... held it close to his heart and sobbed.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Principal got up.. offered him a chair, glass of water and said something... but, strangely the crispness of her voice was taken over by a surprising warmth and sweetness....</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">"Ganga Das.. your daughter is given 10/10 marks for this essay... This is the best essay ever written about Mother's Day in the history of this school. We are having the Mother's Day gala event tomorrow and the entire School Management has decided to invite you as the Chief Guest for the event... </div><div dir="auto">This is to honour all the love and sacrifice a man can do to raise his children... to show that you do not have to be a woman to be the perfect parent...</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">And most importantly this is to reinforce/appreciate/acknowledge the strong belief of your daughter in you, to make her feel proud.. to make the entire school feel proud that we have the best parent on earth as stated by your daughter."</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">"You are a True Gardner, who is not only looking after the gardens, but also nurturing the most precious flower of your life in such a beautiful way...."</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">"So Ganga Das, will you be our Chief Guest for the event?</div></div> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-58291977521925182492018-02-23T08:00:00.001+05:302018-02-23T08:00:33.944+05:30The Last Leaf<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: q_serif, Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", "Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro", Meiryo, serif; font-size: 15px;"></span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: q_serif, Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", "Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro", Meiryo, serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="color: #333333; font-family: q_serif, Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", "Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro", Meiryo, serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: q_serif, Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", "Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro", Meiryo, serif; font-size: 15px;">A woman nicknamed Johnsy has come down with pneumonia, and is now close to death. Outside the window of her room, the leaves fall from a vine. Johnsy decides that when the last leaf drops, she too will die, while her best friend Sue who stays with her, tries to tell her to stop thinking so pessimistically.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: q_serif, Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", "Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro", Meiryo, serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="color: #333333; font-family: q_serif, Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", "Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro", Meiryo, serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: q_serif, Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", "Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro", Meiryo, serif; font-size: 15px;">In the same apartment building, an elderly, frustrated artist named Behrman lives below Johnsy and Sue. Behrman has been claiming that he will paint a masterpiece, even though he has never even attempted to start. Sue visits Behrman, telling him that Johnsy, who is dying of pneumonia, is losing her will to live. Sue tells Behrman that Johnsy claims she will die when the last leaf falls off of the vine outside her window. Behrman scoffs at this as foolishness, but—as he is protective of the two young artists—he decides to visit Johnsy and see the vine from her window.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: q_serif, Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", "Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro", Meiryo, serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="color: #333333; font-family: q_serif, Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", "Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro", Meiryo, serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: q_serif, Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", "Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro", Meiryo, serif; font-size: 15px;">In the night, a very bad storm comes and wind is howling and rain is splattering against the window. Sue closes the curtains and tells Johnsy to go to sleep, even though there is still one leaf left on the vine. Johnsy protests against having the curtains closed, but Sue insists on doing so because she doesn't want Johnsy to see the last leaf fall. In the morning, Johnsy wants to see the vine to be sure that all the leaves are gone, but to their surprise, there is still one leaf left.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: q_serif, Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", "Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro", Meiryo, serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="color: #333333; font-family: q_serif, Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", "Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro", Meiryo, serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: q_serif, Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", "Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro", Meiryo, serif; font-size: 15px;">While Johnsy is surprised that it is still there, she insists it will fall that day. But it doesn't, nor does it fall through the night nor the next day. Johnsy believes that the leaf stayed there to show how wicked she was, and that she sinned in wanting to die. She regains her will to live, and makes a full recovery throughout the day.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: q_serif, Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", "Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro", Meiryo, serif; font-size: 15px;" /><br style="color: #333333; font-family: q_serif, Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", "Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro", Meiryo, serif; font-size: 15px;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: q_serif, Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", "Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro", Meiryo, serif; font-size: 15px;">In the afternoon, a doctor talks to Sue. The doctor says that Mr. Behrman has come down with pneumonia and, as there is nothing to be done for him, he is being taken to the hospital to be made comfortable in his final hours. A janitor had found him helpless with pain, and his shoes and clothing were wet and icy cold. The janitor couldn't figure out where he had been on that stormy night, though she had found a lantern that was still lit, a ladder that had been moved, some scattered brushes, and a palette with green and yellow colors mixed on it. "Look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it's Behrman's masterpiece - he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell."</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-90081464035919962102017-12-05T14:13:00.001+05:302017-12-05T14:13:11.180+05:30The seed of honesty<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A successful business man was growing old and knew it was time to choose a successor to take over the business.<br />
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Instead of choosing one of his Directors or his children, he decided to do something different. He called all the young executives in his company together.<br />
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He said, “It is time for me to step down and choose the next CEO. I have decided to choose one of you.”<br />
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The young executives were shocked, but the boss continued. “I am going to give each one of you a SEED today – one very special SEED. I want you to plant the seed, water it, and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from the seed I have given you. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next CEO.”<br />
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One man, named Jim, was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly, told his wife the story. She helped him get a pot, soil and compost and he planted the seed.<br />
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Everyday, he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other executives began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow.<br />
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Jim kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by, still nothing. By now, others were talking about their plants, but Jim didn’t have a plant and he felt like a failure.<br />
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Six months went by — still nothing in Jim’s pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Jim didn’t say anything to his colleagues, however… He just kept watering and fertilizing the soil – He so wanted the seed to grow.<br />
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A year finally went by and all the young executives of the company brought their plants to the CEO for inspection.<br />
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Jim told his wife that he wasn’t going to take an empty pot. But she asked him to be honest about what happened. Jim felt sick to his stomach, it was going to be the most embarrassing moment of his life, but he knew his wife was right.<br />
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He took his empty pot to the board room. When Jim arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other executives. They were beautiful — in all shapes and sizes.<br />
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Jim put his empty pot on the floor and many of his colleagues laughed, a few felt sorry for him!<br />
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When the CEO arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted his young executives.<br />
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Jim just tried to hide in the back. “My, what great plants, trees, and flowers you have grown,” said the CEO. “Today one of you will be appointed the next CEO!”<br />
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All of a sudden, the CEO spotted Jim at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered the Financial Director to bring him to the front.<br />
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Jim was terrified. He thought, “The CEO knows I’m a failure! Maybe he will have me fired!”<br />
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When Jim got to the front, the CEO asked him what had happened to his seed – Jim told him the story.<br />
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The CEO asked everyone to sit down except Jim. He looked at Jim, and then announced to the young executives, “Behold your next Chief Executive Officer! His name is Jim!”<br />
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Jim couldn’t believe it. Jim couldn’t even grow his seed.<br />
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“How could he be the new CEO?” the others said.<br />
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Then the CEO said, “One year ago today, I gave everyone in this room a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds; they were dead – it was not possible for them to grow. All of you, except Jim, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Jim was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new Chief Executive Officer!”<br />
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* If you plant honesty, you will reap trust.<br />
* If you plant goodness, you will reap friends.<br />
* If you plant humility, you will reap greatness.<br />
* If you plant perseverance, you will reap contentment.<br />
* If you plant consideration, you will reap perspective.<br />
* If you plant hard work, you will reap success.<br />
* If you plant forgiveness, you will reap reconciliation.<br />
* If you plant faith in God , you will reap a harvest.<br />
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So, be careful what you plant now; it will determine what you will reap later..<br />
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“Whatever You Give To Life, Life Gives You Back”<br />
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After Kurukshetra war,</div>
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All of them were killed.</div>
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Why?</div>
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You were a hunter.</div>
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While hunting, </div>
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You tried to shoot a male bird. </div>
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It flew away.</div>
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You ruthlessly slaughtered the 100 baby birds in the nest.</div>
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Father-bird had to watch in helpless agony.</div>
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Because you caused that father-bird the pain of seeing the death of his 100 sons,</div>
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You too had to bear the pain of your 100 sons dying.</div>
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Dhritarastra said, </div>
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“Ok,But why did I have to wait for fifty lifetimes?”</div>
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Krishna answered, “You were accumulating</div>
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' Punya' during the last fifty lifetimes to get 100 sons - Because that requires a lot of Punya . </div>
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Then you got the reaction for the 'Paap' (sin) that you have done fifty lifetimes ago.”</div>
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Krishna says in the Bhagavad-gita (4.17) "Gahana Karmano Gatih"</div>
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The way in which action and reaction works is very complex. </div>
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God knows best which reaction has to be given at what time in what condition.</div>
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Some reaction may come in this lifetime,</div>
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Some in the next and Some in a distant future lifetime.</div>
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*So, every single action will be accounted for*,</div>
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*SOONER OR LATER*</div>
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If we have a cowshed with 1000 calves andIf we leave a mother cow there,</div>
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She will easily find out where her calf is among those thousands. She has this Mystical Ability.</div>
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*Our karma will find us among the millions on this planet.* </div>
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*There may be thousands going on the road but only one meets with an accident*</div>
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*It is not by chance,*</div>
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*It's by KARMA.* </div>
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<b>The LAW OF KARMA works exceedingly fine.<br />it may be SLOW TO ACT<br />but<br />NO ONE CAN ESCAPE </b></blockquote>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-59269759055769705912017-01-28T17:18:00.001+05:302017-01-28T17:18:34.288+05:30A Mother Child conversation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>Mother</b>:<br />
I fought with death when I was giving birth to you. I spent sleepless nights when you were sick and crying. I never ate without feeding you first. I bore so many pains to bring you to the stage that you are in today. How will you repay me my child?<br />
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<b>Child</b>:<br />
When I grow up, I will find a good job and earn lots of money for you so you can enjoy the pleasures of this world.<br />
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<b>Mother</b>:<br />
Your father is doing this already and I do not expect this from you too. By the time you are earning I will be old and will not be in need of any worldly luxuries.<br />
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<b>Son</b>:<br />
I will find a pious lady and marry her so she can cook for you and take care of you.<br />
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<b>Mother</b>:<br />
That is not her duty my son and neither should you marry for that reason. It is not compulsory on her to do any service to me, neither do I expect this from her. Your marriage should be for you, a companion and a comfort for you as you go through this journey of life.<br />
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<b>Child</b>:<br />
Tell me mother how can I repay you then?<br />
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<b>Mother</b>:<br />
(With tears in her eyes) Visit or call me often. A mother only requires this much from you while she is alive.<br />
Then when I die give me your shoulder and bury me.<br />
Whenever you perform prayers, supplicate for me. Give out in charity<br />
Remember your every good deed will benefit me in the hereafter so be good and kind always.<br />
Fulfill the rights of all those around you.<br />
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The sleepless nights and pains I took to bring you up was not a favour to you but was for my creator. He blessed me with you as a beautiful gift and as a means for me to attain His pleasure. Your every good deed becomes my repayment._<br />
Will you do it my child...?</div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I took Uber Pool to home from office yesterday. The driver, Shahid (Name changed), was very polite and well behaved. I was sharing cab with a lady, Gayatri (Name changed), who was probably in her late thirties. She got into the cab and within a minute she started arguing with Shahid about the drop. He explained her politely that it doesn't matter, he will drop according to the App to the provided address and she can't choose the route.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Gayatri started speaking to Shahid in extremely derogatory tone. She said (shouted) that she is not new to Uber and he is too stupid understand her question. Gayatri used words like dumb, Ch***ya, MC, BC, "I will slap you"etc. Shahid kept calm and asked her if he should start the trip. I asked Gayatri to stay calm and explained that there is a miscommunication between you and Shahid, and I will explain him. By this time she lost her cool completely and asked Shahid to come to police station and asked me to join her in her complaint. When I disagreed she started verbally abusing me as well. Shahid ended my trip, apologized for the inconvenience and asked me to take another ride home. While all this drama was happening 20 odd people and two security ladies gathered around our cab. I gave my number to security lady so that they can contact me in case police trouble Shahid. Meanwhile, both Gayatri and Shahid had already dialed 100 and cops came in no time. I explained them the situation, gave my number to the police as well in case they want my statement in favour of Shahid. When I was about to leave, the security Lady came to me and said "Madam, please jao na police station, wo maar daalenge isko. Ladies ka case hai toh iska koi nahi sunega". Though it was already 9pm and I was scared to go to police station(first experience), I didn't feel like leaving him in that situation so I decided to go police station along with them. And the funny part is that when Gayatri was explaining all this ruckus to the Constable, he asked "madam where is the problem". When she saw nothing happening her way, she made false accusations against Shahid of verbally abusing her and asking her to get out of the car and asked them to lodge an FIR against him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I gave my statement to the police and told them that neither I am related to Shahid nor Gayatri and I had no reason to come here. I came here to support Shahid who is completely innocent in this case. She did not leave police station till 11pm. Gayatri demanded that the driver should apologize her and touch her feet as a part of apology. Apparently she wanted to teach him a lesson. I stayed there till she left the police station. I spoke to the police and fortunately, they understood the situation. They placated her that they will take action against him and asked her to leave. Meanwhile they took Shahid to a room and I could hear sounds of someone getting beaten up. I ran to the Constable and I said there is no mistake of him. To my surprise, they were beating the floor with the belt and Shahid was just making noises with a smile. I don't know if it was right or wrong but I felt happy. Cop came and thanked me for standing up for Shahid otherwise it would have been a disaster for the driver. I felt contended. I called Shahid after an hour of reaching home. He is sound and safe. <span class="_47e3 _5mfr" style="line-height: 0; margin: 0px 1px; vertical-align: middle;" title="smile emoticon"><img alt="" aria-hidden="1" class="img" height="16" src="https://www.facebook.com/images/emoji.php/v6/f4c/1/16/1f642.png" style="border: 0px; vertical-align: -3px;" width="16" /><span aria-hidden="1" class="_7oe" style="display: inline-block; width: 0px;">:)</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Thanks to Mumbai police for understanding.</span></div>
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Source : <a href="https://www.facebook.com/himani0711jain/posts/1340450065999604">https://www.facebook.com/himani0711jain/posts/1340450065999604 </a></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-31617962309070471842016-09-29T12:43:00.000+05:302016-09-29T12:43:44.253+05:30Attachment in Detachment <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">When my daughter, the older of my two, wed and left home, I felt a part of me gone. </span><span style="font-size: large;">With a daughter and a son, I know what both mean, differently. </span><span style="font-size: large;">When she was in her teens I felt as if she was my "physical extension" !</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So when she left home to set up her own, I felt I lost a limb.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Next time she came to stay with us, I was astonished how her priorities had changed.</span><span style="font-size: large;">We too must've given the same shocks to our own parents !</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When she said Amma,she meant her mother-in-law, not me!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I felt she was always in a hurry to go back to her house and not stay with me for a few more days.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">That was the first time, it dawned on me that I have to start practising detachment with attachment.</span><span style="font-size: large;">Two years after my daughter’s marriage, my son left for higher studies to US.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Having experienced a child's separation once, I was better equipped emotionally.</span><span style="font-size: large;">I plunged head long into various classes held in the city starting from vedanta to healing to ikebana -</span><span style="font-size: large;">I just wanted to be away from home..since my husband was a 24/7 workaholic.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My son used to write how he was missing my home cooked food, how he was waiting to come back to live in Chennai with us ...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After a few years, he did come back and we got him married.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He started living separately with his wife and we were also happy that they wanted to be independant from the beginning...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But now, it was all changed !</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When in the U S, he missed my cooking, now if I called him to come over with his wife for a meal, it was always some excuse like "oh, amma, we have other plans for the day, please don't mistake us if we don't drop in today" !</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I could see that his priorities had also changed completely..</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We talk so many things and give so much advice to others, but when it comes to our own children, acceptance comes very late. Our next step is to just leave them undisturbed<br />in every way.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was at that time, that I made the following, my 'new profile'.</span><span style="font-size: large;">In all my relationships , rather interactions, I give my best and do my best to live up to what I say.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My attachment with them is complete.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">However, I remain detached in the sense that I do not expect them to reciprocate my affection.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Most importantly, I make a conscious effort , not to interfere or pass judgements on the lives they choose to lead.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My concern for my near and dear ones will not fade with my detachment.</span><span style="font-size: large;">If you let go of the ones you love, they will never go away –</span><span style="font-size: large;">this is the beauty of attachment with detachment !</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have learnt to love and let go. </span><span style="font-size: large;">This dictum has developed tolerance in me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I let the people live the way they want to, I learn to accept them for what they are.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Most importantly,I learn to tolerate the world around me and this tolerance brings in me a sense of peace and contentment.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Since both my children live in Chennai, I follow this very strictly, you know why !</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now I have realised that we start growing mentally much more only after the children leave the house and we have to tackle the emotional vacuum, that arises, along with age-related problems .</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I specially dedicate this post to my friends, who are totally dependant on their children's lives, to nurture their own selves emotionally. </span><span style="font-size: large;">Please develop your own intersts, hobbies etc, however mundane they seem to be..</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We must learn To love whatever we do<br />instead of<br />Doing whatever we love !!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Author - Sudha Murthy</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the jungle which animal is the biggest ........<br />I heard you say, Elephant.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the jungle which animal is the tallest ........<br />I heard you say, Giraffe.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the jungle which animal is the wisest ........<br />I heard you say, Fox.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the jungle which animal is the fastest ........<br />I heard you say, Cheetahs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Among all these wonderful qualities mentioned, where is the Lion in the picture.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yet, you say the Lion is the king of the jungle even without any of these qualities.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But, I discovered something fascinating about the Lion.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Lion is courageous,<br />the Lion is very bold,<br />the Lion is always ready to face any mountain, any challenges, any barrier that crosses his part, no matter how big they are.<br />The Lion walks with confidence.<br />The Lion dares anything and it's never afraid.<br />The Lion believes he is unstoppable.<br />The Lion is a risk taker.<br />The Lion believes any animal is food for him.<br />The Lion believes any opportunity is worth giving a trial and never allows it slip from his hands.<br />The Lion has charisma.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">- What is it that we get to learn from here ...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">• You don't need to be the fastest.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">• You don't need to be the wisest.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">• You don't need to be the smartest.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">• You don't need to be the most brilliant.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">• You don't need to be generally accepted to become your dreams and be great in life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">• All you need is courage.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">• All you need is boldness.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">• All you need is the will to try.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">• All you need is the faith to believe it is possible.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">• All you need is to believe in yourself that you can do it.</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-10217867343860007662016-06-06T15:46:00.000+05:302016-06-06T15:46:32.000+05:30ESCAPE THE NET OF ‘MAYA’<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">Once upon a time, there lived many fishes in a pond. Every day, they would wake up in the morning with a dread - the fisherman’s net! The fisherman would be there every morning, without fail to cast his net. And without fail every morning, many fishes would get caught in it. Some would be taken by surprise, some caught napping, some would not find any place to hide while some others, even though aware of the lurking danger, would simply find no means to escape the deadly net.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Among the fishes was one young fish that was always cheerful. It had no fear of the fisherman’s net and it seemed to have mastered the art of being alive and staying lively.All the senior fishes wondered as to what might be the secret of this little fish. How could it manage so well when their cumulative experience and wisdom were not enough to save them from the net. Unable to bear their curiosity and desperate to find a way to escape the net, all the fishes went to this little fish one evening.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Hey little one! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We have all come here to talk to you.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Me!?” said the little fish, “</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"What do you want to speak to me about?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"We actually want to ask you something. Tomorrow morning, the fisherman will be back again. Are you not scared of getting caught in his net?”</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The little fish smiled, “No! I will not be caught in his net ever!”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Share with us little one, the secret behind your confidence and success”, the elders pleaded.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Very simple”, said the little fish. “When the fisherman comes to cast his net, I rush and stay at his feet. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That is one place that the net can never reach, even if the fisherman wants to cast! So, I never get caught.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">All the fishes simply marvelled at the simplicity of the little fish’s wisdom.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Similarly when we cling to Lord’s lotus feet, we can escape the net of ‘Maya’</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lord Krishna says in Bhagavad-gita 7.14</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>"This divine energy of Mine(Maya), consisting of the three modes of material nature, is difficult to overcome.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>But those who have surrendered unto Me can easily cross beyond it.”</b></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-33309728359845270792016-05-23T16:04:00.003+05:302016-05-23T16:04:16.756+05:30Judge who is the better person out of these 3 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Can u judge who is the better person out of these 3 ?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Mr A - He had friendship with bad politicians, consults astrologers, two wives, chain smoker, drinks eight to 10 times a day.</span></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Mr B - He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps till noon, used opium in college & drinks whiskey every evening.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Mr C - He is a decorated war hero,a vegetarian, doesn't smoke , doesn't drink and never cheated on his wife.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">You would want Mr.C rite.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">But..</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Mr. A was Franklin Roosevelt!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Mr. B was Winston Churchill!!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Mr C Was ADOLF HITLER!!!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Strange but true..</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Its risky to judge anyone by his habits !</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Character is a complex phenomenon.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">So every person in ur life is important ,don't judge them ,accept them.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Three beautiful thoughts</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">1. None can destroy iron, but its own rust can! </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Likewise, none can destroy a person, but his own mindset can.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">2. Ups and downs in life are very important to keep us going, because a straight line even in an E.C.G. means we are not alive.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">3. The same Boiling Water that hardens the egg, Will Soften the Potato!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">It depends upon Individual's reaction To stressful circumstances!</span></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-33680238518381971262016-05-16T12:01:00.002+05:302016-05-16T12:01:19.564+05:30Anger within<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">A monk decides to meditate alone, away from his monastery. He takes his boat out to the middle of the lake, moors it there, closes his eyes and begins his meditation. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">After a few hours of undisturbed silence, he suddenly feels the bump of another boat colliding with his own. With his eyes still closed, he senses his anger rising, and by the time he opens his eyes, he is ready to scream at the boatman who dared disturb his meditation.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But when he opens his eyes, he sees it’s an empty boat that had probably got tethered</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> and floated to the middle of the lake. At that moment, the monk achieves self-realization, and understands that the anger is within him; it merely needs the bump of an external object to provoke it out of him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">From then on, whenever he comes across someone who irritates him or provokes him to anger, he reminds himself, “The other person is merely an empty boat. The anger is within me.”</span></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Time for introspection </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Let us search for answers within.</span></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-76291215316767409562016-05-11T10:55:00.002+05:302016-05-11T10:55:36.480+05:30An office boy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">A jobless man applied for the position of ‘office boy’ at a very big company.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">The employer interviewed him, then a test: clean the floor.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">“You are hired.” – the employer said. ”Give me your email address, and I’ll send you the application to fill, as well as when you will start.”</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">The man replied, “I don’t have a computer, neither an email.”</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">“I’m sorry,” said the employer, “if you don’t have an email , you cannot have the job.”</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">The man left with no hope. He didn’t know what to do, with only $10 USD in his pocket.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">He then decided to go to the supermarket, bought a 10 kg tomato crate, then sold the tomatoes door to door. In less than two hours, he succeeded and doubled his capital. He repeated the operation 3 times and returned home with $60 USD. The man realized that he could survive by this way, and started to go everyday earlier, and returned late. Thus, his money doubled or tripled everyday. Shortly later, he bought a cart, then a truck, and then he had his own fleet of delivery vehicles.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Five years later, the man’s company was one of the biggest food retailers. He started to plan his family’s future, and decided to have a life insurance. He called an insurance broker and chose a protection plan. When the conversation was concluded, the broker asked him his email. The man replied: “I don’t have an email.”</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">The broker replied curiously, “You don’t have an email, and yet have succeeded to build an empire. Do you imagine what position you could have if you had an email?”</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">The man paused for a while, and replied: “An office boy!”</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Don’t be discouraged if something is not in your favor today. Better opportunities are always waiting ahead.</span></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-20306872904853321272016-05-05T15:25:00.002+05:302016-05-05T15:25:52.679+05:30When I got angry with parents<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">One day, I was so angry, that I left home, swearing not to return, till I became a big guy. Parents, who can't even buy me a Bike, have no rights to dream to make me an Engineer. In my fit of anger, I didn't even realise that I was wearing my father's Shoes. I even stole his wallet, which had some papers, torn as well, which my mother won't seen...</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">While, I was rushing on foot towards the bus station, I realised some prickly pain in my foot. I also felt dampness inside the shoe. That is when I realised the shoe had a hole underneath.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">There were no buses around. Not knowing what to do, I started to look in my Dad's wallet. I found a loan receipt of Rs. 40,000, which he taken from his office. A laptop bill (he had bought for me). To my utter shock, also found a letter from his manager to wear a neat looking shoes, henceforth to the office. I remembered my mother pestering him to buy a pair of new shoes, but he would convince her that his shoes would last another six months atleast.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Also, found an old scooter to a new bike, Exchange offer letter in his wallet.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">I instantly remembered, that when I left home, my Dad's scooter was not there.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">I started feeling weak in my legs, and felt like weeping uncontrollably!. I ran back home with my foot paining, only to find my Dad nor the scooter there. I found him at the exchange offer place.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Looking at my Dad, my grief engulfed me. I hugged him tightly and started crying loudly, said "Dad I don't need the Bike". </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">That is when I realised, the pain, hardship our parents go through, and the unconditional love that they give us. We should only look to seek our needs and not our unrealistic wants.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Ridiculing parents when they are alive, and longing for them when they are not around, has no meaning..</span></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-63972046505393432016-05-01T16:19:00.000+05:302016-05-01T16:19:51.603+05:30Response Vs Reaction <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">At a restaurant, a cockroach suddenly flew from somewhere and sat on a lady. She started screaming out of fear. With a panic stricken face and trembling voice, she started jumping, with both her hands desperately trying to get rid of the cockroach.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Her reaction was contagious, as everyone in her group also got panicky.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">The lady finally managed to push the cockroach away but …it landed on another lady in the group.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Now, it was the turn of the other lady in the group to continue the drama.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">The waiter rushed forward to their rescue.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">In the relay of throwing, the cockroach next fell upon the waiter.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">The waiter stood firm, composed himself and observed the behavior of the cockroach on his shirt.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">When he was confident enough, he grabbed it with his fingers and threw it out of the restaurant.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Sipping my coffee and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked up a few thoughts and started wondering, was the cockroach responsible for their histrionic behavior?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">If so, then why was the waiter not disturbed?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">He handled it near to perfection, without any chaos.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">It is not the cockroach, but the inability of the ladies to handle the disturbance caused by the cockroach that disturbed the ladies.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">I realized that, it is not the shouting of my father or my boss or my wife that disturbs me, but it’s my inability to handle the disturbances caused by their shouting that disturbs me.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">It’s not the traffic jams on the road that disturbs me, but my inability to handle the disturbance caused by the traffic jam that disturbs me.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><i>More than the problem, it’s my reaction to the problem that creates chaos in my life.</i></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Lessons learnt from the story:</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">I understood, I should not react in life.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">I should always respond. The women reacted, whereas the waiter responded.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Reactions are always instinctive whereas responses are always well thought of, just and right to save a situation from going out of hands, to avoid cracks in relationship, to avoid taking decisions in anger, anxiety, stress or hurry.</span></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-83763509591478516412016-03-31T10:50:00.001+05:302016-03-31T10:50:46.459+05:30TimeZone<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Kenya is two hours ahead of Nigeria, but it does not mean that Nigeria is slow, and it does not mean that Kenya is faster than Nigeria. Both countries are working based on their own "Time Zone."</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Some one is still single..Someone got married and 'waited' ten years before having a child, there is another who had had a baby within one year after marriage.</span></span></div>
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<br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Someone graduated at the age of 22, yet waited 5 years before securing a job; and there is another who graduated at the age of 27 and secured employment just after national service.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Joyce Meyer started her own ministry at age 41 and still alive today at 71 years old. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Someone became CEO at the age of 25 and died at the age of 50 while another became a CEO at the age of 50 and lived to 90 years. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Everyone worked based on their 'Time Zone'.. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Some people have everything that work fast for them. Work in your “time zone”.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Colleagues, friends, associates, younger one(s) might "seem" to go ahead of you. Don't envy them, it's their 'Time Zone.'. Yours is coming soon. Hold on, be strong, and stay true to yourself. All things shall work together for your good. You’re not late… you’re on time!..its ur time zone...</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-44485203260029305142016-03-29T17:08:00.003+05:302016-03-29T17:08:52.174+05:30Tomatoes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/88/Bright_red_tomato_and_cross_section02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/88/Bright_red_tomato_and_cross_section02.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">A teacher asked her students to bring some tomatoes in a plastic bag to school. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Each tomato was to be given the name of a person whom that child hates. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">So, the number of tomatoes would be equal to the number of persons they hate. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">On a pre-determined day, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">All the children brought their tomatoes well addressed. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Some had two, some had three and some had five, some even had 20 tomatoes in accordance with the number of people they hated. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">The teacher then told them they had to carry the tomatoes with them everywhere they go for two weeks. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">As the days passed the children started to complain about the decay and smell of the tomatoes. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">The students who had many tomatoes complained it was very heavy to carry and the smell was too much.</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">After a week, the teacher asked the students “<i>How did you feel this week?</i>” </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">The children complained of the awful smell and heavy weight of the tomatoes, especially those who carried several tomatoes. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">The teacher said, “<i>This is very similar to what you carry in your heart when you don’t like some people. </i></span><i><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /></i><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><i>Hatred makes the heart unhealthy and you carry that hatred everywhere. If you can’t bear the smell of spoilt tomatoes for a week, imagine the impact of bitterness on your heart as you carry it daily.</i>” </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">The heart is a beautiful garden that needs regular cleaning of unwanted weeds.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Forgive those who have angered you. This makes room for storing good things.</span></b><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Get Better, Not Bitter!</span></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-28641996221142120292016-03-04T18:29:00.001+05:302016-03-04T18:29:52.973+05:30The Balance<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">There was a poor farmer who lived in a village. He used to earn livelihood his family by milking a cow and churning it into butter.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The farmer used to barter it for sugar, rice , soap and oil with the same shopkeeper for several months.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">However this time, after the farmer went, the greedy shopkeeper thought of a idea to extort more money from his customers by selling lesser quantity of butter for the same price.</span><span style="font-size: large;">To make the size change not very apparent, he decides to break the knobs into 900 gms but to his dismay, each knob measured exactly 900 gm. Shopkeeper was hurt and felt cheated.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The troubled farmer humbly spoke "<b>My brother, being poor I do not have sufficient money to purchase weights. Whatever sugar I take from you, I place it on the other plate of taraazu and match it to the same</b>"</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-16823803332869880792016-02-23T10:58:00.000+05:302016-02-23T10:58:09.457+05:30It is OK if you are a rogue.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">It is OK if you are a rogue.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">It is Ok if you are good.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">What is not OK is to keep projecting yourself as an angel and to live as a rogue.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">When a rogue is a rogue it makes a lot more people act in responsible ways to protect the world. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">But when a rogue lives in the guise of an angel, it shakes the very roots of trust. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">You no more know whom to believe and whom not to believe.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">To claim to be faithful to your spouse and get indulged in extra marital affairs,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">To claim to be responsible politician but to be ruthlessly corrupt,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">To act as a spiritual guru in front of masses and be indulged in scandals,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Etc...</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Either be courageous Duryodhana who had the courage to admit - I know what I am doing is wrong but I cannot retire from it ,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Or be a Valmiki who transformed himself from being a thief,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Or just continue to be the wonderful human being you are .</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">If you must stab, do it from the front.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Do not call yourself a friend and stab from behind.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Either be aggressively bad or preferably be aggressively good.</span></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-48756710232212319972016-02-10T17:49:00.000+05:302016-02-10T17:49:03.683+05:30Are you grateful?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">A man reached 70 years of age and was affected by a disease which made him unable to urinate. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">The doctors told him that he needs an operation to cure the disease. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">He agreed to do the operation as the problem was giving him severe pain for days. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">When the operation was completed the doctor gave him a bill which covered all the costs. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">After looking at the bill, the man started crying. Upon seeing this, the doctor said "If the cost is too high then we could make some other arrangements for you.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">"The old man replied, "<i>I am not crying because of the money but I am crying because GOD let me urinate for 70 years and He never sent me a bill!"</i></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Have you thanked GOD for His countless blessings today? </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Have you thought about the cost of oxygen in the hospital? Yet, GOD has given us free oxygen (air) since we were born.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Can we not see that GOD is so gracious, merciful and full of compassion?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">If you are truly grateful to GOD for your life, share this message with others, not because you expect a blessing but because you are grateful.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">I'm grateful!!!</span></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-15562465732484668692016-02-09T11:28:00.000+05:302016-02-09T11:28:14.363+05:30Best Grown Corn<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew it. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors. “How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?” the reporter asked.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">“Why sir,” said the farmer, “Didn’t you know? The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbors grow inferior corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good corn.”</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">So is with our lives... </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Those who want to live meaningfully and well must help enrich the lives of others, for the value of a life is measured by the lives it touches. And those who choose to be happy must help others find happiness, for the welfare of each is bound up with the welfare of all...</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">-Call it power of collectivity...</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">-Call it a principle of success...</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">-Call it a law of life.</span></span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-54742468566731362592016-01-30T15:37:00.000+05:302016-01-30T15:37:11.940+05:30The Missing Goat<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/3e/GirgentanaZiegen_01_edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/3e/GirgentanaZiegen_01_edit.jpg" width="275" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">It all started one lazy Sunday afternoon in a small town near Toronto in Canada. Two school-going friends had a crazy idea. They rounded up three goats from the neighborhood and painted the number 1, 2 and 4 on their sides. That night they let the goats loose inside their school building. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">The next morning, when the authorities entered the school, they could smell something was wrong. They soon saw goat droppings on the stairs and near the entrance and realized that some goats had entered the building. A search was immediately launched and very soon, the three goats were found. But the authorities were worried, where was goat No. 3? They spent the rest of the day looking for goat No.3. There was panic and frustration. The school declared a holiday for the students. The teachers, helpers and the canteen boy were all busy looking for the goat No. 3, which, of course, was never found. Simply because it did not exist. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">We are all like those folks in the school – we may have our own goats, but are obviously looking for the elusive, missing, non-existent goat No.3. So instead of making the most of what we have and focusing on our strengths, we worry about the missing piece – our shortcomings. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Our mind is so programmed to see the things to completion, a continuity and a carry forwardness. If this is denied then the program gets messed up. An absence of something is always larger than presence of something.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Do the best you can with what you have and be grateful for what you get. Success and happiness will come your way. Stop worrying about goat No. 3!</span></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-21899505307841011922016-01-18T22:17:00.000+05:302016-01-18T22:17:02.733+05:30The Sinking Ship<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">A cruise ship met with an incident at sea, on the ship was a pair of couple, after having made their way to the lifeboat, they realized that there was only space for one person left.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">At this moment, the man pushed the woman behind him and jumped onto the lifeboat himself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The lady stood on the sinking ship and shouted one sentence to her husband.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now, the teacher noticed a boy who was silent throughout, she got him to answer and he replied, "<i>Teacher, I believe she would have shouted - Take care of our child!</i>"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The boy shook his head, "<i>Nope, but that was what my mum told my dad before she died to disease</i>".</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The cruise sunk, the man went home and brought up their daughter single-handedly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Many years later after the death of the man, their daughter found his diary while tidying his belongings.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It turns out that when parents went onto the cruise ship, the mother was already diagnosed with a terminal illness. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">At the critical moment, the father rushed to the only chance of survival.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He wrote in his diary, "<i>How I wished to sink to the bottom of the ocean with you, but for the sake of our daughter, I can only let you lie forever below the sea alone</i>".</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The story is finished, the class was silent.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The teacher knows that the student has understood the moral of the story, that of the good and the evil in the world, there are many complications behind them which are hard to understand.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Which is why we should never only focus on the surface and judge others without understanding them first.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Those who like to pay the bill, do so not because they are loaded but because they value friendship above money.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Those who take the initiative at work, do so not because they are stupid but because they understand the concept of responsibility.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Those who apologizes first after a fight, do so not because they are wrong but because they value the people around them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Those who are willing to help you, do so not because they owe you any thing but because they see you as a true friend.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Those who often text you, do so not because they have nothing better to do but because you are in their heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One day, all of us will get separated from each other; </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">we will miss our conversations of everything & nothing; the dreams that we had. Days will pass by, months, years, until this contact becomes rare... </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One day our children will see our pictures and ask 'Who are these people?' And we will smile with invisible tears because a heart is touched with a strong word and you will say: 'IT WAS THEM THAT I HAD THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE WITH'.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-49068849986908419832016-01-14T14:10:00.003+05:302016-01-14T14:10:58.952+05:30These are some of us - Part 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">Meet 45-year-old Manoj Ganesh Purbhe. He is a cobbler and an animal lover who lives in Mumbai, India . </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One of his current wards is a stray dog called Moti, who went blind in both his eyes after a cruel acid attack by unidentified persons in 2012.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He immediately rushed Moti to the animal sterilization centre at Turbhe, where the vets told him that both the eyes of the stray were beyond repair because of the acid attack. Along with Moti, the cobbler also feeds and nurtures a few more stray dogs and a cat.</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-4201041865470052822016-01-12T16:33:00.000+05:302016-01-12T16:33:00.857+05:30On Vivekananda's Birth Anniversary<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">Once there was a farmer who discovered that he had lost his watch in the farm. It was not an ordinary watch because it had sentimental value for him. After searching the hay for a long while, he gave up and call the help of a group of children playing outside the barn.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He promised them that, the person who found it, would be rewarded. Hearing this, the children hurried inside the barn, went through and around the hay but still could not find the watch. Just when the farmer was about to give up looking for his watch, a little boy went up to him and asked to be given another chance.The farmer looked at him and thought, “Why not.? After all, this kid looks sincere enough.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So the farmer sent the little boy back in the barn. After a while the little boy came out with the watch in his hand. The farmer was happy and surprised and so he asked the boy how he succeeded where the rest had failed. The boy replied, “I did nothing but sit on the ground and listen. In the silence, I heard the ticking of the watch and just looked for it in that direction.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> MESSAGE : <i>A Peaceful mind can think better than a Worked up mind. Allow a few minutes of Silence to your mind every day, and see, how sharply it helps u to set your life the way you expect it to be.</i></span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094340453186161223.post-361443013399663282016-01-03T12:24:00.000+05:302016-01-03T12:24:19.097+05:30A Meeting with God<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">There once was a little boy who wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of root beer and started his journey. When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old woman. She was sitting in the park just staring at some pigeons.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old lady looked hungry, so he offered her a Twinkie. She gratefully accepted it and smiled at him. Her smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered her a root beer. Once again she smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was, and he got up to leave but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old woman and gave her a hug. She gave him her biggest smile ever. When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, “What did you do today that made you so happy?” He replied, “I had lunch with God.” But, before his mother could respond, he added, “You know what? She’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home. Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face and he asked, “Mother, what did you do today that made you so happy?” She replied, “I ate Twinkies in the park with God.” But, before her son responded, she added, “You know, he’s much younger than I expected.”</span></div>
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