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home a point, used an illustration those students will never forget. As he stood in front of the group of high-powered overachievers he said, Okay, time for a quiz Then he pulled out a one-gallon, wide mouth mason jar and set it on the table in front of him. Then he produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar. When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, he asked, Is this jar full? Everyone in the class said, Yes. Then he said, “Really?” He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. Then he dumped some gravel in and shook the jar causing pieces of gravel to work themselves down into the space between the big rocks. Then he asked the group once more, Is the jar full? By this time the class was on to him. Probably not, one of them answered. Good he replied. He reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand. He started dumping the sand in the jar and it went into all of the spaces left between the rocks and the gravel. Once more he asked the question, Is this jar full? No the class shouted. Once again he said, Good. Then he grabbed a pitcher of water and began to pour it in until the jar was filled to the brim. Then he looked at the class and asked, What is the point of this illustration? One eager beaver raised his hand and said, The point is, no matter how full your schedule is, if you try really hard you can always fit some more things in it. No, the speaker replied, that’s not the point. The truth this illustration teaches us is: If you don’t put the big rocks in first, you’ll never get them in at all. What are the big rocks in your life? Time with your loved ones, faith, education, your dreams, a worthy cause? Teaching or mentoring others? Remember to put these BIG ROCKS in first or you’ll never get them in at all. So, tonight, or in the morning, when you are reflecting on this short story, ask yourself this question: What are the big rocks in my life? Then, put those in your jar first.
I LOVE YOU, PAPA Devyani was sitting beside her ailing father. He had contracted Pneumonia, after being out on a chilly winter evening in January. She read out short stories from a book to him. He listened with attention as she read the author's description of a garden in a valley, abloom with flowers of various hues. He said, “Devyani, it's time to sow the seeds for the
spring flowers. I don't think I'll be able to do it this year. Would you do it for me?” “Yes, Papa,” said Devyani happily. For the next few days, Devyani organized her work so that she would be free to work with the gardener, when he came at four in the afternoon. She supervised the sowing of the seeds. She made careful considerations of the height and colour of the flowers that would bloom. She reported to her father what she had been organizing in his beloved garden. Father's eyes shone with paternal pride as he saw his lovely daughter working responsibly with the gardener. “Papa, the garden will be in full bloom in March. It's your birthday on March 30th. You know what; we'll have you fit as a fiddle by then. We'll invite all your friends and have a feast together.” Father smiled happily and nodded in agreement. Come February, but father was not better. He contracted a chest infection. Some days later it spread to his lungs. All the antibiotics seemed to have no effect. Father coughed and wheezed day and night. There was an array of cough syrups, tablets, steamers etc on his bed side table. Devyani and her mother nursed him lovingly and tirelessly. But day by day, he deteriorated. He became weaker and weaker, till on March 20th, he passed away in his sleep. Devyani and mother bade a tearful goodbye to the man they loved so much. On the 28th of March, Devyani called up all her father's friends and invited them to a garden party to celebrate her father's sixtieth birthday. They were surprised, yet intrigued. Devyani baked a cake and iced it with a “Kiss.” She placed it on a table in the centre of the garden. Some other eats were also organized. But it was not the iced kiss on the cake that caught their attention. The flowers took everyone's breath away! The flowers were planted in such a way that the pattern made by their height and colours read as 'I love you Papa!' As Devyani sang “Happy Birthday to you, dear Papa' she raised her tear filled eyes to the heavens and said, “Papa, I know you can see your garden of flowers, I love you, and I always will. Happy Birthday to you!”
THE FAVOURITE CHILD The woman had three sons and six daughters. Her day was full of chores to fulfill the numerous demands of her growing troop. She was always busy with cooking, washing, cleaning, dusting ironing and also counselling! One day her youngest son fell sick. She called up the doctor and requested him to drop by and examine him. As he checked the boy’s throat, he asked the lady, “Madam, how many children do you have?” She hesitated for a moment, then said, “As many as I can take care of!” The man watched her as she sat beside her five year old son, who was burning with high fever. She dipped small hand towels into a basin of water, turn by turn and used them to wipe the boy’s burning brow. From the doorway, her teenaged daughter, called out, “Mama, where are my hairpins?” “They’re in the brown box on the console, honey.” Just then her other son popped in, “I
have to stay back after school for football today, I need an extra Tiffin, Mom.” She smiled and said, “Yes, darling I remember you have a football match today. I’ve packed an extra sandwich in the white box along with your Tiffin. It’s lying on the table, next to your breakfast. Now, run along and let me talk to the doctor.” The doctor admired the ease with which she was in command of everything around her. He asked her, “Which one of them is your favourite?” She said simply, “The one who needs me most.” “Which one?” he asked in surprise. She said, “The one who is sick; the one who is sad; the one who is lonely.... the one who needs me most ... That is my favourite child!”
Mrs. Thompson and Teddy Her name was Mrs. Thompson and his was 'Teddy'. As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners ... He is a joy to be around." His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death had been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class".
By now, Mrs Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets." A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs.Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer - The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD. The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson, for believing in me.
Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference”. Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you." Warm someone's heart today and pass this along. Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will have the opportunity to touch and/or change a person's outlook. And please try to do it in a positive way.
COMFORT–A RARE COMMODITY
Being a mother of two very active boys, ages seven and one, I am sometimes worried abut their making a shambles of my carefully decorated home. In their innocence and play, they occasionally knock over my favourite lamp or upset my well designed arrangements. In these moments when nothing feels sacred, I remember the lesson I learned from my wise mother-in-law. This wise old lady is the mother of 6 and grandmother of 13. She is the embodiment of gentleness, patience and love. One Christmas, all the children and grandchildren were gathered as usual at her Home. Just the month before, Grandma had bought beautiful new white carpeting after living with the “Same Old Carpet” for over 25 years. She was overjoyed with the new look it gave her home. My brother-in-law, Arnie, had just distributed his gifts for all the nieces and nephews – prized homemade honey from his beehives. They were excited. But as fate would have it, eight year old Sheena spilled her tub of honey on grandma’s new carpeting and trailed it throughout the entire groundfloor of the house. Crying, Sheena ran into the kitchen and into grandma’s arms. “Grandma, I’ve spilled my honey all over your brand new carpet” Grandma knelt down, looked tenderly into Sheena’s tearful eyes and said, “Don’t worry sweetheart. We can get you more honey.”
PERFORMANCE APPRAISAL AND FEEDBACK A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits. The store owner listened to the following conversation.
and he begged for her forgiveness. He yelled at her. I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now. All for you. the little boy replaced the receiver.. The druggist. he was the apple of his parent’s eyes. the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said. I blew kisses into the box." The father was crushed. The beautiful baby boy was born. When the boy turned three. I'll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk. I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job. "No thanks. he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children. "Lady. Then one day. who was listening to all this. they would carefully remove the tape and restore it back after the work was . I was just checking on the job I already have!" Kiss in a Box! The story goes that some time ago. Daddy. "Lady.. but they had no child." Again the woman answered in the negative. Florida. The couple shared the joy of the baby growing in her tummy all through the nine months. but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. "I already have someone to cut my lawn. "Oh. It is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged. Father took some cello-tape and covered all the sockets in the house. He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction. "Son. Daddy. so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of North Palm Beach. "Don't you know that when you give someone a present. He put his arms around his little girl. Every time they needed to use a socket. a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. "This is for you." "Lady. it is not empty. In a very real sense. the wife was overjoyed to know that soon she would be a mother." The little boy replied. friends. OUR BABY HAS GONE A couple had been married for ten years. The little boy found more perseverance and offered. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold. He would try to stick his little fingers into the sockets in the walls. there's supposed to be something inside it?" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. With a smile on his face. walked over to the boy and said." The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn. I like your attitude. family or God. Needless to say. Daddy. Nevertheless. he seemed to have a fascination for electric plugs and sockets.The boy asked. can you give me the job of cutting your lawn?" The woman replied.
Several months passed. wet wood! Where was the catch? . It was opened by a poor woodcutter who gave the 'stranger' a warm welcome. The woodcutter was very happy. As dusk fell. smile because it happened. But. the buyer offered a sum that was a hundred times more than he was paying earlier. The wood cutter was confused! Earlier he was supplying coal whereas now it was wood and that too. “It’s all over.done. what he could give in return for his hospitality. In the morning. “Honey. He’s gone. he knocked at the door of a tiny cottage in the jungle. found his way to the uncovered socket in the wall. When she went in for a bath.” Their child was not going to come back. He picked up a small pair of scissors and stuck its prongs into the socket. He said. “This is yours from today. The ground was full of slush. it was already too late.” The wood cutter would cut trees and burn them to make coal. Mother heard the baby scream as the powerful current shot through his little body. The wood cutter being a simpleton asked. Love is unconditional. so it was impossible to burn the wood to make coal. A successful relationship needs falling in love over and over again many times with the same person! THE JUNGLE A king once got separated from his kinsmen while chasing a deer. Playfully he pressed the switch with his other hand. After that she forgot to cover the socket with tape. the mother used the vacuum cleaner at one of the sockets. Unable to control herself she called her husband and cried bitterly. “Can you give me a place where I can cut trees and sell them?” The king took him far away to the edge of another jungle and said. When he showed the wood to the buyer. He had no choice but to carry the wet logs of wood to the market to sell it. He gave us the beautiful experience of being mother and father. All the virtues and vices of your partner come packaged in one capsule. while taking leave of the wood cutter. We have to accept God’s will. When the monsoon season started. It took only a few seconds. he’s left us. Don’t cry because it’s over. the king disclosed his real identity and asked him. because they were too heavy for him to carry to the market place. our baby as gone” The man drove home like the wind. Do you think he rebuked his wife for her negligence? No. its okay. he held her in his arms for she had also lost her only child. A minute or two later the baby got up and incidentally. Do what you like with it. they still had each other to live for. He offered him his own bed to sleep along with some simple but tasty food. But perhaps the joy was meant to be short lived. That’s what destiny had in store for us. the child was asleep in his baby cot. It’s a package deal. there was heavy rainfall and the wood became wet. One day. By the time she reached him. He wandered alone in the forest.
by now he could have been a very. The son chose his words carefully. They shall bless you for it! Incidentally. although. She said to all the children in the coach. I met a girl while I was in the United States and wish to marry her. They may have to extend a palm in front of their children for their daily needs and expenses. madly in love with her. “He had said to his fiancé. Many years later. both the boys went abroad. She told me a strange thing. “Mom. They lived in Mumbai. one day told his parents. “I have a condition. But. We actually burn our bodies at both ends. it was real Sandalwood! The wood cutter realised what a fool he had been. they did not expect. had laid a condition before he had married her. those words that her son had said touched her heart. for a holiday. I met your daughter-in-law recently.” The parents were pleased but apprehensive. she is a white girl!” Now. Are you having fun?” “Yes. I LOVE MY PARENTS Shashi and her husband were the proud parents of two young boys. Young men and women! Whether or not your parents are in need of financial help. “Who is she? What does she do?” asked Shashi anxiously. it is perhaps too late. by the time we realise that we are wasting our lives. the son was very sure that he wanted to marry. “Children. Shashi was told by a friend. In the normal course of growing up and pursuing their higher education. She was an absolute tomboy full of vim and vigour. “Mom and Dad. I have a strong relationship with them and the very fact that I love you does not mean that I do not love them!” What a revelation! Shashi and her husband were both lawyers. last year. You have to promise me that you shall not question or object to anything that I may wish to do for my parents or any expenditure that I may ever wish to make for them. Most of us indulge in burning our energies in doing futile things that eventually have no value nor meaning. little realizing the value of this precious wood.The buyer told him that the wood that he had brought was no ordinary wood. Let us understand the value of the human body given to us by the Almighty. “Good. “Shashi. including ours. But. very rich man. The older one.” Chorused the fifteen odd children in the coach. that was something. Had he known. we had an elderly tourist guide. called Kim. During one of our sightseeing tours. we had gone to Singapore for a vacation. make it a point to give them something out of what you earn. They were an orthodox Hindu family. your parents have brought you to Singapore. He had cut and burnt hundreds of Sandalwood trees to make coal. the girl. But. the better chance we shall have to put to good use our bodies as well as our lives. She said that your son. Many of the senior members of our society may not be financially independent. now all of you . The sooner we realize. They were earning well enough to have a very comfortable life. Well! They got married and lived in the United States.” “Oh! What was it?” asked Shashi in surprise. at a party. I have something to share with you.
his experience far outweighs ours. in business. he even stopped taking his salary. At this age. howsoever well qualified you may be. that when you are all grown up and your parents are old. who else can I turn to but Rawatji? Even Baba says. He is my mentor. I mean. One day a client was sitting in a meeting with Ahmed. He has an uncanny sixth sense. All they do is massage your ego! . keep a critic tucked away in the courtyard of your house. Pobody’s Nerfect. Father passed away when I was only eighteen. Yes. Fifteen years ago. They were tabulating the terms of the new agreement for the purchase of steel for the new plant. Besides. FAMILY means. it is our duty to give them our best. “My father had started this business house with Rawatji as his clerk. He is my worst critic and yet my best friend. It is only when you are able to identify your faults and acknowledge them that you can do something to improve yourself. he attends office everyday. And for commonsense.promise me. use it to introspect and improve yourself. This amount is ridiculous. I believe you lost father when you were young. “Ahmed. Suddenly he said in a stern. Nirmal kare subhaye!! This means. experience and values that are at the root of all good decisions. to the best of their ability. The meeting being over. Nindak neare rakhiye.” Ahmed paused for a moment and then said. Take criticism in a positive light. When I am the boss. Ahmed was the head of a reputed business organization. You know. Go over it again. but it is good old commonsense. He groomed me the way my father would have. you shall bring them for a holiday to Singapore!” What a beautiful thought! Our parents give us their best. Who was that old man and why did you allow him to speak to you like that? As the head of the organization. Rawatji managed everything passionately as if it were his own. you can see your picture as the other guy sees it. authoritative voice. for he can clean up your character without the use of soap or water! If you really pause to hear what a critic has to say about you. “Age should think and Youth should do. He said. to the best of our ability. everyone better know it!” Ahmed said. you are miscalculating the overheads. Nobody’s Perfect. experience and values. In turn. I wouldn’t allow anyone to use that tone with me. the client sat with Ahmed in an easy mood.” The client raised his eye brows and said. sabun bina. Father And Mother I Love You! POSITIVE CRITICISM Rawatji was the eighty years old clerk in the office of Ahmed. Steer clear of flatterers. so how can I be? He sees through the mistakes I make. “He is my father!” Ahmed looked into the detail of the calculation and realized that his junior staff had indeed made a mistake. “Who is that old man? Tell him to mind his own business.” The learned Fakir Kabir said. “Ahmed. Rawatji listened quietly in a corner. angan kuti chhawye! Bin pani.
"Oh. This is your greatest wealth. look at the other side. “I don't want to go through the pain. I do not wish to give him my eye. “My dear. You are richer than many thousands of people who are disabled. I shall think of something else.. He was sure she would take the whole day to get it done. he shall surely value you." She ran outside to play. You only have to say. Get up and get to work.” The priest thought for a moment and said. sick and suffering. “Is the child normal? Are all the limbs complete? Is the mother alright?” .THE OTHER SIDE A Father was reading a magazine and his little daughter every now and then distracted him. When he asked how she could do it so quickly. The world is waiting for you. But the little one came back within minutes with a perfect map.. There is always the other side to whatever you experience in this world.” This reminds me of what my mother once told me. “I am very poor. old. “If you are so concerned about your good looks. THE POOR MAN A man. the priest had another guest sitting by his side.” The following day.. This deal shall not even hamper your good looks. Dad. leaving the father surprised. Seek out work. come again tomorrow. give me a day to think what I can do to help you to become rich. “No. there is a man's face on the other side of the paper.. if you would donate one of your eyes to him. I am totally disillusioned because I have nothing. You do not know its value. Good establishments are in fact. Please help me to become rich.. “Alright. I want to die. All she asked was. you can sell one of your kidneys to him for a fair sum of rupees three lacs. If you work and prove your worth to your employer. she said. He said “This man is suffering from kidney failure. My late grand-mother never asked.” The poor man shook his head and said. The priest introduced him to a blind man and said. Make use of your limbs. went to a priest and said. “This man would happily pay you two lacs of rupees. I made the face perfect to get the map right.. 'Yes'. who was full of self-pity. Whenever we come across a challenge or a puzzling situation.” said the man. To keep her busy. or I do not wish to live. whether it was a boy or a girl. he tore one page on which was printed the map of the world.” The next day this poor man went to the priest's house again. in search of good workers. You will be surprised to see an easy way to tackle the problem. You can earn this money today. “That shall disfigure my handsome face.” Then the priest said. He tore it into pieces and asked her to go to her room and put them together to make the map again. If you want. There is no dearth of jobs.” The priest shrugged his shoulders and said. God has given you a perfect body. She said that whenever a baby was born in the family (it was an extended family). Come back tomorrow.
yet most significant and valuable. 'the most important light. it is with the small things in life that make the path of our life comfortable and pleasant. lest we have to regret in retrospect for missing out on them. the salesman said. After much contemplation they decided to buy it. One bright sunny day they set out to buy light fittings for their dream house. so they decided to build a small cottage for themselves. He got up and was pleasantly surprised to note that the light emitted by the tiny night bulb was enough for him to find his way to the washroom without any apprehension. The sex of the child was very secondary. Now they had discharged all their liabilities. you have not taken a look at our range of 'the most important light' for your house. They selected some simple fittings for the kitchen and the bathrooms. all of us who are lucky to be blessed with normal healthy bodies are indeed wealthy. the lady switched on the night light. laughter.In a society obsessed with male progeny. “Sir. sacrifice etc. All their lives they had spent on their children's upbringing. they selected a simple and inexpensive one and made their way home. this was a great attitude. They cost precious little. A normal healthy child is all she asked for. It was made of crystal and had candle bulbs in it.” The old man raised his eyebrows. They then proceeded with the porch lights and the garden lights. they moved in. But it was expensive. He silently sent a blessing to the salesman who had reminded him to buy what he had tagged. As they were about to settle down into their cosy bed for the night. but they are the most important things in our lives. empathy. It was delicate and beautiful. In fact the most important things in our lives are not actually 'things'. Contentment they say. They indulged themselves with a lovely set of bed side lamps for their bedroom. Your family and friends are like the night light that provides light when all other lights are off! . Well. As the old man was about to sign the cheque for the total amount. At midnight the old man woke to answer nature's call. We just need to understand that this is the greatest wealth that God could bestow upon us and so. as the salesman led him to a corner where there was a delightful array of night lights. is not achieving all that you dreamt of. They are family.' So too. So. it is valuing and appreciating the things you already have. They are insignificant and inexpensive. Finally every thing was finalized and the order was placed. love. kindness. When the house was ready. The salesman showed them a lovely chandelier for the drawing room. Soon they slept. Let's not overlook them and start valuing them. THE NIGHT LIGHT An old couple was building a small house for themselves. we should value it and put it to good use.
They then went to collect fire wood. They found the hermitage of a sage. During the night the king became sick. One day the Vaidya got fed up of his idleness and said. wash and clean the hermitage. They bathed in the stream.” The sage smiled. They had left behind their families to meditate and free themselves from worldly attachments. He along with a number of ministers and courtiers was on a pilgrimage. During his stay at the ashram. “Oh sage! I really don't think that I am needed here. Please ask the King to relieve me of my services. To express his gratitude. the hard life style of the residents of the ashram. Oh Holy one! How is it that nobody falls sick here? Is it because you have a tantra-mantra of protection over them?” The sage laughed and said. “Hush! Hush!” he cried out. they spent most of their time in meditation. but when it comes to eating. One evening as dusk fell. They ate mostly wild fruits and berries. The sage's people brought a Vaidya (Ayurvedic doctor) to attend to the King. The Vaidya had to sit idle all the time because no body seemed to fall sick there. Months passed. they got back. The king recovered in a couple of days. It was a very cold day. . The tiny bird flew away. The Vaidya went on. “Let me tell you the mantra of our good health. he saw from close quarters. the king's party looked around for a place to spend the night. he asked the sage to keep the Vaidya there on a permanent basis. We work hard from dawn to dusk. All of us here wake up at the break of day. Our rooms are cooled by the breeze of trees we have planted all around. They brought water from the nearby stream to cook. They filled a bucket each and set them near the hermitage. “Tell me. eating simple food and working hard are the three legs of the tripod of good health. The king offered his prayers at each of the temples. two of the Sadhus went to the stream to fetch water. We use gadgets to execute all the menial jobs around us.GOOD HEALTH There was a king called Sheelbhadra. In today's world we want to satisfy our taste buds with pizzas and burgers. The air was cool and clean. One day. This place has fresh air and sunlight. pakoras and rasmalais. I am fed up of sitting idle all the time. so they thought that they would heat some water for bathing. A little sparrow was sitting on the edge of one of the buckets. Some young sadhus lived there. They slept on jute mats on the floor. the Vaidya was put up in the Ashram. Most importantly. They stopped over for the night. One of the Sadhus ran forward to scare it away. Some days passed like this. En route they stopped at many temples. her beak was in the water. pastries and cheese puffs. He said that he would provide for a monthly sum to be paid as salary to the Vaidya. Accordingly. They lived simply. After collecting some dried wood. we want to eat all the rich food that is loaded with calories that we don't know how to burn! MY WATER There was a small hermitage in the mountains. Where is there room for any illness to creep in?” What a profound statement! Living close to nature. We eat frugally because we eat to live. not live to eat.
it is mine." he shrieked. till they caught hold of each other's neck. the water was going to be used for just bathing. Why don't you just wind up your talk now? Enough is enough. Hold your tongue or I'll kill you. isn't it?" "Yes. "Kill me if you must.” The argument went on. on this side." shouted Gopa. the Preacher raised his voice and said. how much water could the sparrow possibly have drunk." That was the last straw. "Panditji. then how is it that my words of prayer would not reach the Lord who is omnipresent?" . “Wait a minute that was my bucket. that the quantity of water was reduced? Secondly. A young man. "Well. Neither the quantity nor the purity of the bathing water had been affected GOD HEARD YOU A Preacher was delivering a discourse to a large gathering on the importance of reciting prayers in the praise of the Lord. The fellow continued to interrupt and disturb the session. the first Sadhu reached out to pick up the bucket that had not been touched by the sparrow. that one is mine. They had a scuffle and one of the sadhus. The sadhu landed with a thud and his foot hit the same bucket over which they had been fighting. Gopa sprang up to the stage and caught the Preacher by the neck and said. had the water become impure due to the sparrow's touch? It was drawn from the stream. Leave my bucket alone.When they reached the buckets. listens to our prayers? These are all a means of earning for you Brahmins. That one is yours. "What an insolent brat you are! Didn't your mother ever teach you any manners? Sit down quietly or I'll beat the daylights out of you. Does your mother sleep with her doors and windows closed?" Gopa looked at him angrily and said." Then Panditji said. called Gopa.” “Why should I leave it. "Keep my mother out of this.” “Of course not. to reach your mother. "Then do you think she would have heard my abuses?" "Of course she would have and I'm going to kill you for that. All the water spilled out! Let us look at this objectively Firstly. got up and said rudely. The other sage said. "She sleeps with her doors and windows tightly shut. Who knows what reaches God? You are just wasting our time. being more able bodied. but let me ask you something first. All wild birds and animals would be drinking from it all the time! Thirdly. "Of course she does! But how does that concern you? The Preacher repeated. was able to physically lift the other one and throw him further. what proof do you have that this so called God of yours. When he did it for the fifth time. she does." The Preacher asked the youngster to sit down and meet him later after the session was over. if you are sure that my words of abuse could penetrate through closed doors and windows.” “I put mine.
the hare took off and ran at top speed until he came to a broad river. Both realized that the last race could have been run much better. methodical and reliable. continued walking and finished the race. make sure you do some sort of research. I used those words. "My friend. He released the Preacher from his hold. The Preacher got up and put his hands on Gopa's shoulders. Be sure that God listens to every word that you utter in His praise. if you are a good speaker. It continues: The hare was disappointed at losing the race and he did some soul-searching. careless and lax. If your strength is analysis. Not only that. make a report and send it upstairs. the hare went all out and ran without stopping from start to finish. That is the version of the story that we've all grown up with. got into the river. But then recently. He even reads your thoughts!" Many a times when you stand in front of the deity in a temple. But that was the only way I could have made you understand. The moral of the story? First identify your core competency and then change the playing field to suit your core competency. by this time. The tortoise agreed. He thought for a while. you utter no words. one slow. swam to the opposite bank. He won. In an organization. The hare agreed. The story still hasn't ended. He was at a loss for words. The hare and the tortoise. and realized that there's no way he can beat the hare in a race the way it was currently formatted. someone told me a more interesting version of this story. Working to your strengths will not only get you noticed. They started off. and this time the hare carried the tortoise till the riverbank. There. but He hears you no matter what! HARE AND TORTOISE (OLD STORY RETOLD) The moral of the old story of the hare and the tortoise is that slow and steady wins the race. It's good to be slow and steady. and the other fast and still reliable at what he does. The tortoise did some thinking this time. and then challenged the hare to another race. The finishing line was a couple of kilometers on the other side of the river. but on a slightly different route. but to run as a team this time. but will also create opportunities for growth and advancement. had become pretty good friends and they did some thinking together.Gopa's jaw dropped. If you have two people in your organization. the tortoise took over and swam across with the hare on his back. the fast and reliable chap will consistently climb the organizational ladder faster than the slow. On . They started off. In the meantime the tortoise trundled along. He realized that he'd lost the race only because he had been overconfident. you pray within your heart. make sure you create opportunities to give presentations that enable the senior management to notice you. This time. The moral of the story is fast and consistent will always beat the slow and steady. In keeping with his self-made commitment to be consistently fast. I'm sorry. The hare sat there wondering what to do. but it's better to be fast and reliable. He also listens to every word that you utter for anything and to anyone. methodical chap. So he challenged the tortoise to another race. So they decided to do the last race again. But the story doesn't end here.
"Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. They both felt a greater sense of satisfaction than they'd felt earlier. you haven't seen the room just wait. Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. When we stop competing against a rival and instead start competing against the situation.It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. The moral of the story. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged.. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home. we perform far better. Teamwork is mainly about situational leadership. Note that neither the hare nor the tortoise gave up after failures. the hare again carried the tortoise and they reached the finishing line together. I provided a visual description of her tiny room. moved to a nursing home today. it's how I arrange my mind.just for this time in my life. and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away . “I already decided to love it . but unless you're able to work in a team and harness each other's core competencies. So. In life. or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do." she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. well-poised and proud lady. with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied. sometimes it is appropriate to work harder and put in more effort. letting the person with the relevant core competency for a situation take leadership”. “It's good to be individually brilliant and to have strong core competencies. who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock. you'll always perform below par because there will always be situations at which you'll do poorly and someone else does well. you withdraw from what you've put in. Each day is a gift. “I love it. ATTITUDE The 92-year-old." "That doesn't have anything to do with it. I have a choice. "Mrs. making the move necessary.” Old age is like a bank account. I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work. even though she is legally blind. including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window.. There are more lessons to be learnt from this story. The hare and the tortoise also learnt another vital lesson. Jones. petite. The hare decided to work harder and put in more effort after his failure. And sometimes it is appropriate to do both. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away." she replied. Sometimes it is appropriate to change strategy and try something different. she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. The tortoise changed his strategy because he was already working as hard as he could. . my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator.the opposite bank. I am still depositing. when faced with failure.
" PICKLE JAR The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom. "I'm sorry." Then. When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. sadness. Can I come with you on your boat?" Richness answered. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled. You're going to do better than me. please take me with you. They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty." Sadness answered. Love began to cry. When he got ready for bed. "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat. "Sadness. She began looking for someone to ask for help. When the jar was filled. "But why did Time help me when no one else would?". Love asked. please let me go with you." . Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar. Vanity said. Love cried out. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. Love said. When the island was almost totally under. Love realized how much she owed the elder. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave. Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank." Next. Love then found Knowledge and asked thename of the saviour "It was Time". help me please. Love saw Happiness and cried out. knowledge and all the others. I will take you with me. Then she heard a voice say." Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel. son. Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar." It was an elder. love decided it was time to leave. Happiness. I'm sorry but I just need to be alone now. as we drove to the bank. Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production. "Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill. Dad would look at me hopefully. Love asked. Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity and answered. "Happiness. "Love. I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar and admire the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate's treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window. Love was the only one that stayed. "Richness. the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck. but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere. Love saw Sadness passing." "I can't help you". Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name. "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is. This old town's mill not going to hold you back.LOVE Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived. including love. Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box. Each and every time." But Happiness was so over overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him. Knowledge answered. "Vanity. One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. "Come Love.
as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier. "When we get home. how much my dad had loved me. So. and literally hanging around upside down from the rafters of our lake house. poles. taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. He'll never work at the mill all his life like me." So I did. I just thought it was fun to be up so high. "Look. her nine-year-old brain had to first imagine falling. I dropped the coins into the jar. My dad later told me why she fell and I did not. My dad then explained to me that the mind has a very difficult time processing a negative image. "The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born.Also. then try to tell the brain not to do what it just imagined. happy jingle. and I finished college and took a job in another town. In fact. people who rely on internal pictures cannot see a negative at all. When the clerk at the ice cream parlor handed Dad his change. As they rattled around with a brief." he said. dug down into my pocket. each and every time. When I married. After dinner Susan noticed something and beckoned me to join her. To my amazement." We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream cone. I told my wife Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life as a boy. "These are for my son's college fund. and pulled out a fistful of coins. laying flat on the ground. stood the old pickle jar. Apparently. I scampered down the tree to safety. "But you'll get there. dimes and quarters. he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm. he would grin proudly." she said softly. it came to no surprise for my dad to find me at the top of a 30-foot tree swinging back and forth. as if it had never been removed. more than anything else. After dinner. Mom and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa. don't fall!" And Tammy did fall. With a gamut of emotions choking me. Hold on tightly. we spent the holiday with my parents. the bottom already covered with coins. "Bart. My older cousin." The years passed. was also in the same tree. Tammy. my . I was always climbing trees. I always got chocolate. "Tammy. I walked over to the pickle jar. She had fallen out of the tree. My little eight-year-old brain didn't realize the tree could break or I could get hurt. nickels. she yelled out. Dad always got vanilla. I could hear the leaves start to rattle and the tree begin to sway. about ten feet below me. when Tammy's mother felt the gust of wind. we grinned at each other. I'll see to that. Whereas. POWER OF POSITIVE WORDS As a kid. we'll start filling the jar again." He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. Tammy's mother also noticed us at the exact time my dad did. "You'll get to college on pennies. In my mind. In order for Tammy to process the command of not falling. The next thing I know. I heard Tammy screaming at the top of her lungs. About that time a huge gust of wind came over the tree. it defined. She was hanging on the first big limb. her eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser. I remember my dad's voice over the wind yell.
This is a classic mistake that parents and coaches make without knowing the damage of this linguistic error. Usage of negative words has a toxic effect. If: Presupposes that you may not. Better language: "I read too much television makes people stupid. Please spread the positivity! ." Likely result: Watches more television. Try: Presupposes failure.eight-year-old brain instantly had an internal image of me hanging on tightly. You might find yourself turning that TV off and picking up one of those books more often!" Exercise: Take a moment to write down all the phrases you use on a daily basis or any Toxic self-talk that you have noticed yourself using. Here is a list of Toxic Vocabulary words. Might: It does nothing definite. It leaves options for your listener Would Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen. Notice when you or other people use them.) Could Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen but the person tries to take credit as if it did happen. Can't/Don't: These words force the listener to focus on exactly the opposite of what you want. But: Negates any words that are stated before it. Examples: Toxic phrase: "Don' t drop the ball!" Likely result: Drops the ball Better language: "Catch the ball!" Toxic phrase: "You shouldn't ' t watch so much television. Should Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen (and implies guilt. Write these phrases down so you will begin to catch yourself as they occur and change them.
" but he only smiled." As the lady handed it to them. you would have crumbled. pounded and patted me over and over and I yelled out. I'm beautiful!!!' Quietly he spoke: 'I want you to remember. I thought I would gag. My master took me and rolled me. please. I was ready to give up. "Help! Get me out of here!" I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as he shook his head from side to side. "Stop it! I'm getting so dizzy! I'm going to be sick!" I screamed. 'Not yet. you'd have dried up. I cried. ‘Oh. I was convinced I would never make it. after I cooled he picked me up and he brushed and painted me all over. that felt so good! "Ah. Oh. I know it hurt and it was hot and disagreeable in the oven. ‘That's not me. 'Not yet!' Then suddenly he put me back in to the oven. . but had I just left you alone. 'I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded and patted." I thought. I screamed. The fumes were horrible. "You don't understand. and gently said.' he said. and especially teacups. this is much better. Stop it. I cried. "Don't do that. This was twice as hot and I just knew I would suffocate.' He spun me and poked and prodded and bent me out of shape to suit himself and then he put me in the oven. I begged. Spotting an exceptional cup. I pleaded." "I don't like it!" "Let me alone. you would have cracked. I said. But the master only nodded and said. you never would have hardened. They both liked antiques and pottery. It's beautiful. the door opened. Just then the door opened and he took me out and again placed me on the shelf. I have not always been a teacup. suddenly the teacup spoke. There was a couple who took a trip to England to shop in a beautiful antique store to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf. and I began to cool. that couldn't be me. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel. quietly. But. but if I had stopped. where I cooled and waited and waited. Only it was not like the first one. He only shook his head and said. wondering "What's he going to do to me next?" An hour later he handed me a mirror and said 'Look at yourself. You would not have had any color in your life. you will not be able to have tea in a tea cup again without thinking of this. but if I hadn't put you there. There was a time when I was just a lump of red clay. When I thought I couldn't bear it another minute. they asked "May we see that? We've never seen a cup quite so beautiful. then. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over. I never felt such heat.THE TEA CUP Love this story or not. 'Not yet'. I yelled and knocked and pounded at the door.' And I did. Stop'. "Not yet!" Then WHAM! I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. but if I hadn't done that.
Some of them guffawed. when life seems to "stink". He decided to try out the advice of the preacher. Brew a cup of your favorite tea in your prettiest tea cup. one Sunday. his mother asked him how much he had spent that week. Later in the day. Mom never suspected anything. Alex was in the habit of giving her an account with inflated figures. he went to the confession box and said softly. when your world seems to be spinning out of control. pleasing and perfect will. A large number of youngsters are into drinking. and we are His clay. In the evening. But if you can bring yourself to give up just one of your vices. “The Church. Now you are a finished product. she was asking for the week's account. After the service was over. I am addicted to alcohol and cigarettes and doubt if I can give them up. He happened to be very disturbed that day. not to lie. He will mould us and make us and expose us to just enough pressures of just the right kinds that we may be made into a flawless piece of work to fulfill His good.' The moral of this story is this: God knows what He's doing for each of us. I shall stop telling lies.If I hadn't put you back in that second oven. smoking. all your vices shall automatically leave you. She usually asked for an account of his weekly expenses over petrol. But from today. “Alex. Now. have pre-marital sex. They asked him. a deficiency of values. a gurudwara or a mosque is sacrilegious! One such young boy called Alex went to the church. he was out with his friends. Alex looked the other way and managed to swallow his pride. So when life seems hard.” he said demurely. He is the potter. “Children. One by one. Every week he would hike up the account a little so that he could buy himself some alcohol and a couple of cigarettes. Please help me God!” Alex made a beginning. etc. What . tell lies to parents. stationery. and you are being pounded and patted and pushed almost beyond endurance. GIVE UP ONE VICE The younger generation of today has by and large. a church. “The what?” they chorused. get angry. it is very difficult to correct yourself. I promise to give up one of them. The prevalent life style encourages youngsters to throw tantrums. when you feel like you are in a fiery furnace of trials. When are you going to stop bothering about what the world thinks and start bothering about what GOD thinks about you?” Alex heard the sermon. you can make a start towards a good life. Others sniggered and looked amused. food. You'll be glad you did. go to nightclubs. have a little talk with the 'Potter'. “I have many vices. try this. He said.” Alex opened his mouth. Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you. where were you this morning? All of us went to the Café. drugs etc. “Oh! I went to” How could he tell them that he had gone to Church? They would laugh at him! But he had made a promise. cheat and even kill for the thrill! Going to a temple. The preacher delivered a sermon on how the vices bring about our downfall. you wouldn't have survived for long because the hardness would not have held. sit down and reflect on this story and then. “I went to the Church. I have no control over my anger.” he said firmly.
During one meditation session.” said the boy somewhat meekly. He was sure the hermit would punish him for his antics yesterday. The boy would dance around the hermit and sing village songs for him. “We should concentrate on the Lord's design of sending us on this earth and try to learn to concentrate on the eternal truths of life and death. The hermit saw it all. He told them that it was one of the simplest ways to meditate.” Tatia followed instructions. a much happier Alex stood outside the confession box again. He tried again with the other matchstick. The hermit said. there was no extra money with him. It was a little windy. The villagers would some times visit him and he would tell them about the purpose and value of human birth. but he would insist that they would have to spend more time with him than just a couple of minutes.should he do? How should he give her the wrong figures? He was under oath not to lie. he had no money to buy himself a single alcoholic drink. No money for cigarettes too! He found that he was sleeping better. for making me a different person. There was a lamp lying next to him along with some cotton. As a result. I just had to show the way out to the first one. When the group was about to disperse. Tatia tried too. “Alright make a wick out of this cotton wool. Tatia was a mischievous teenager who had endeared himself to the hermit by his naughty yet loving ways. Some of the villagers learnt how to do it too. oil and a matchbox. So the following week. That's right. he gave her the correct amount. “I have come to thank you. Two months later. The next day. Now pour in the oil. For the first time. I didn't know that all it took was giving up just one vice. Now put it into this little brass lamp and spread out its cotton base well. He also opened his eyes to make a note of the facial expressions of all those in the meditation class and giggled at their serious faces. He had a small hut made from mud with a thatched roof.e. you've been very thrifty this week. but his mind would travel at a thousand miles per hour. The wind was . She raised her eyebrows.” Tatia struck the match. but the wind blew it out before he could so much as touch the matchstick to the wick. That's wonderful son!” She gave him the amount he had spent and a hug too! That unnerved him! Now. he was not getting cranky and had no cause for throwing tantrums.” MEDITATION There was a hermit who lived in the forest a little away from a village. “Now light the lamp with a matchstick. if they wished to learn meditation. do you really want to learn meditation?” “Yes. Good. he noticed the bald patch on the head of the man sitting in front of him. One day. He said. but the boy would keep on fidgeting. the rest of them followed suit. He would tell them that the mind needs to learn to concentrate.” he would say. He would want to giggle or scratch his nose just when he had been told to sit still. the hermit asked Tatia to come alone the next day. The rest of them just walked out of the doorway. The hermit would ask him to sit still and repeat the Gayatri Mantra after him. the hermit was waiting under the Banyan tree for Tatia. “Tatia. “Alex. Tatia was busy looking at the ant that was climbing on to the sleeve of his father. The villagers would ask him to teach them meditation. meditation on light. that is the first step towards God realization. the hermit told the villagers about Jyoti meditation i. Twist it well between your fingers and make it tight.
it becomes quiet. it's impossible to light the lamp in the wind. the man said softly." The man continued. "Good pastime. But he only succeeded in making more ripples. He proceeded to set fire to that end of the log by holding it over the little brass lamp. Again and again Tatia lit the match. but each time it went out before he could light the lamp. whims and fancies. rolled a strip of cloth over one end and dipped it in oil. the man would toss a pebble into the lake. it is absolutely still. “Can we go out now?” The hermit shook his head and said. this stone throwing. Tatia was able to light the lamp with the first matchstick he had struck. to withdraw from worldly thoughts before it can experience the light of God. Perhaps we can do it together. The boy went up to the man and said. "Yeah. Some time later. “Let's go into the hut. He tried a third time. “Does that mean that I can never take this lamp outside?” The hermit picked up a log. it shall be strong enough to set the whole jungle ablaze!” THE RIPPLES A man was sitting by a lake. the lamp went out. "they spread further and further.” So they went inside the hut. desires etc of the world. but if he exposes his knowledge to the world before it is strong enough. almost as if it was determined to defy. "Only till I toss a pebble into it now do you see the ripples?" "Yeah. after a while. it shall be erased by the tensions. jealousies.” The hermit cupped his palms on either side of the match stick and the boy was able to light the wick. The hermit smiled and said. eh?" "Hmmm. Lets take the stone out. "Sure. He was throwing small pebbles into it from time to time. he managed to bring the match to the wick. The mind has to go to a quiet place. A young boy happened to cross by. .faster than him again. Tatia said. but the number of ripples that were made in the process were a lot more than before. the water is still again. But as soon as the hermit moved his hands away. “Likewise. if we take this flame to the woods and the wind catches the flame. "Look at the water. He was intrigued to see that after every few minutes or so. When the fire was burning strongly the hermit said." offered the man. if we go out again the wind shall blow it out. The hermit said. “The flame is too gentle and weak." The boy said. it is. idiosyncrasies. The hermit smiled knowingly and said. He was able to take the stone out. Strangely the wind became stronger. He seemed to be deep in thought and obviously did not wish to be disturbed." "And soon. The boy said. “Now Tatia.” The boy said." The man tossed a pebble into the water and continued." said the boy. Go ahead and look for it. It has to be sheltered from the cobweb of thoughts and desires.” said the man. “What if we want to stop the ripples? The root cause of the ripples is the stone. the mind too has to be taken away from the hustle and bustle and the noises of life. Similarly a person may learn something about God. Tatia looked confused and nervous.” The boy put his hand into the water and tried to take the stone out. but it went out again. There were only a couple of match sticks left in the box. “I'll try and shelter the match as you light it.
tensions. For a couple of months. put it through the triple filter test of authenticity. It had a poem in it. Understandably. His attitude was always positive. friends. Trivedi followed everything religiously. regular walks etc. no nonvegetarian food. “Grandpa. Even trying to forcibly remove the thought may further increase the turmoil in the mind. I had a close brush with death when I was thirty four. Slowly. about the purpose of life. life style changes. he suffered another stroke. diet restrictions etc. While he was convalescing. What would happen to them. a friend gave him a book to read. all played havoc with his health.” Before you allow a thought or a piece of information to enter your mind. A friend gave me a book. He looked at his beautiful wife and two little daughters. At the age of seventy four. He fostered love on who ever came his way. If therefore there be. This is what it said. Once the disturbance has been caused it takes time to ebb out. a completely changed man. it creates ripples. But if we can stop ourselves from throwing the pebble in the first place. relatives and neighbours started seeking his help and advice on various issues for he seemed to be wiser than his contemporaries. Slowly and surely he regained his health. he sat with his grand daughter one evening. how are you so good? How do you manage to love so many people?” The old man smiled. Too many conflicting thoughts just cause more and more disturbances. if he were to die? He followed the directions of the doctors. long hours at work. She asked. The only way to save the mind from getting disturbed is to block and ban the entry of every superfluous thought that could be a potential cause for disturbance. No drinking. “My dearest baby. The doctors had told him in no uncertain terms that if he did not behave himself he could start counting his days. one by one the restrictions started slipping. he started feeling better and better. no tensions. He came home. it is with our minds. If a disturbance has entered into the mind. but prevention is always better than cure. no smoking. THE LAST DAY OF MY LIFE At the age of thirty. If a thought enters into it. helpful and loving. As time went by. medicines. That started a series of thoughts. It was then that I learnt how life should be lived. smoking etc. it will take its own time to die down. He stayed at the hospital for a month. Trivedi suffered a heart attack. Rich food. Most important of all he developed an attitude of love towards all.The wise man said. He was sent home with a long list of do's and don'ts. revealing the crow's feet at the corners of his twinkling eyes. Any kindness . the ripples can be avoided altogether! So too. goodness and value. Four years later. Time surely is a great healer. I expect to pass Through life but once. “It is not possible to stop the movement of the water once a pebble has been thrown into it.
it was just an empty wrapper! She lodged a complaint against the manufacturer and got her claim. So. How had this happened? How could they ensure that the incident did not occur again? They had suffered enough bad publicity besides having to pay the compensation to the lady. there was a task before the management of the soap factory. Then he said. that during the process of wrapping. “Excuse me Sir. The man prepared a detailed report and proposed the setting up of a computer based system that would weigh and scan each bar. The process of handling each one separately for this purpose seemed to be very cumbersome. it was discovered. After a detailed investigation. the technical head was given the job of devising a method to overcome the problem.” THE SOAP BOXES A lady bought some bathing soaps from a shop. having no bar of soap in them! There was no way to make out the difference between a full wrapper and an empty one. He had obviously learnt and lived it over and over. what I would do on the last day of my life. He put it at an . for the empty packs would not get detected by a normal x-ray machine. The management heard him out and passed the order to release the funds and to buy the machinery that he had proposed. He proposed an expenditure of a large amount to put this system into place. But eventually they heard him out and agreed to try out his proposal.I can show. For I shall not pass This way again. There was no soap in there. I thank God. For I shall not pass This way again. I live each moment as if it were my last. for my impertinence.” The management hesitated initially. but I have a solution that shall cost a fraction of what you are planning to go in for. I live each day as if it were my last. Each morning when I wake up. So I try to do only that. she found that it was empty. Let me do it now. That being settled. Or any good things I can do to any fellow being. it so happened that inevitably. When she opened one of the packets. The next day. An uneducated worker said. “My precious child. the worker brought a strong industrial fan. for being alive. one or two wrappers did get through. He recited the poem boisterously without faltering.
The sage said. He said.angle near the conveyor belt on which the packed soap bars were coming through and switched it on. They told the disciples there. you are scaring the birds. The King was crossing through a jungle. The king said. but that's because they love me. Common sense is seldom common! THE POWER OF LOVE A mighty King was marching home after being victorious in a gruesome battle. “Yes. “Pranam. The love of power shall bring about your downfall. I shall behead you just now!” He drew out his sword and raised it to strike the sage. The sage looked up and said. Guruji!” No answer. A simple solution. He sent his Minister and some soldiers to seek an audience. accompanied by his ministers and attendants. “Stop shouting. Hundreds of birds of different kinds were eating and the sound of their twittering filled the air. for a complex problem! This goes to prove that ideas are not the monopoly of the educated. . “Pranam. The love of power has blinded you and brought you to the level of a killer. You are the one who kills for the love of power. But the birds wouldn't leave him. I rule over them like a king too. He had captured the crown prince of the neighbouring kingdom and killed the King.” The king was beside himself with rage.” The disciples said. “Guruji. “Your impertinence is intolerable. The few empty wrappers that came through got blown off by the fan! The rest of them went past easily. “Maharaj wants to meet the sage. Nearby was a hermitage. Guruji!” Still. his eyes and his arms and all over. The army halted there for the evening. They poked their beaks into his face. One day another King shall kill you in the same way. “Leave him! Leave him! Come to me my dears!” All at once. no answer. The king decided to pay his respects to the sage there. “All I ever gave these birds is love. The sage did not look up. You are the one who knows not that this power is temporary. The sage said calmly.” The next morning the King came to the hermitage dressed in his royal finery. He wanted to rest. These birds would have killed you. Oh King! Realize the power of love. hundreds of birds flew up and attacked the king.” That made the king even more furious. He spoke louder. the birds quietened down and sat meekly at the feet of the sage. “Guruji has retired for the day. I said Pranam!” he said in an angry voice. The sage was sitting under a tree and scattering bajra seeds all around. The King walked up to the sage. In an instant. “Do you know who I am?” he shouted. The sage said. you can come tomorrow. I do. The king moved his arms up and around to ward off the birds.
Look son.” said the soldier. “Oh! It's you my son. The old lady said.” But he knew that he needed help and soon.” The son saw the other soldier and said. knocked at a lonesome cottage in the sinister darkness. He had lost a lot of blood. looking around uneasily. “Eat. you have to help him. Others were dead and never did return. She brought him some hot tea and a few slices of bread. Sleep now!” . Against his wishes. he's wounded badly. Each night the soldiers would return to their barracks. if he was in his own territory. “Mama!” he called. “Look son. upon his mother's insistence. In an instant he saw the new entrant and realized that he was at the mercy of the enemy. My son too is in the army.” she said simply. One such night. making an attempt to get up. but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived! KILL THE ENEMY Two countries were at war for the last so many days. “This is my son.but the only power I ever exercise over them is the power of love and it is greatest power on this Earth. An hour later there was another knock at the door. An old woman opened the door. Should he ask the old woman? If it was enemy territory.” The old woman motioned to her son and together they unbuttoned the stranger's torn shirt. You're not going anywhere. I'm sure together we can do something for you. “No way. Without any questions. He cleaned it up. hesitations or semblance of fear she let the young fellow in. some wounded. you may go if you wish to. “Shall I help you to take that shirt off. you are under my care. The old woman said firmly. she would surely find a way to kill him! Poison him perhaps! He was totally helpless. “I have a bullet in my arm. You need to see a doctor.” The boy spoke some angry words but she stuck to her stand. dug out the bullet amidst a continuous flow of blood. Be careful. I need help. I'm so happy to have you home. let it be. He said brusquely. I am all alone here. It's been so many days. He wasn't even sure. I'll do whatever I can to help you. “He's the enemy Mama! You put us all into danger by letting him in. The border areas were scenes of death and destruction. “But.” “I'll be on my way now. but not succeeding. “Sssh! He's just slept.” She said. But right now. The woman said. The young man sipped the tea. Another young soldier walked in. some disillusioned and some vengeful.” The boy said tersely. enemy or not. “Nothing you can do. lest you wake him up. applied some ointment and bandaged it. but he is not here. Sit down by the log fire and make yourself warm. “That's the best I can do. a wounded soldier. maybe I could look at the wound.” The mother said.” It's not what you gather. “Mama! Who is that?” She replied. In the morning. the son.” The young soldier winced and said. The heated exchange of words woke up the soldier. Many soldiers had died in both the armies.
so I sent her away!” He continued. “Papa. These mails are called spam mails. “Temptation? What do you mean by that?” Father sat the innocent little boy in his lap and said. not the enemy. after the other. As father opened one e-mail. A short while later. His little son Sirish was watching him. son?” Sirish said. he couldn’t contain himself and asked. He didn't know what to say. The soldier said. “Temptation!” Sirish asked. “Papa didn’t you tell me that when Temptation comes calling. Papa. He was waiting eagerly for father to complete his work for he was hoping that he would be able to ask for the favour of playing a game of Pinball on the laptop. “How can I ever thank you?” She replied. “We all need someone like your mother. father pressed the ‘delete’ key as soon as the e-mail was displayed on his screen. “Temptation? What do you mean by that?” The little boy smiled and said. TEMPTATION Father was working on his laptop. the chances are you may get lured into buying it and it’s always easier to stay away from temptation than to get out of it!” The boy was reasonably satisfied and got busy with eating the apple slices that Mummy had just handed to him. the soldier said to the old woman. it was just Temptation. It was a holiday. He just deleted them. what are you deleting?” Father smiled mysteriously and answered.” “Yes. “It’s okay Papa. If you study the whole write up. He was back in a minute. Sirish watched curiously as father pressed the ‘delete’ key over and over again.” said Sirish as he rose to open the door. They are sent by people who wish to tempt us to buy stuff that is not really good for us. For some of them he did not even open the attachments clipped on. not the enemy. Finally he said.' He knew that only one weapon was needed to kill all enmities. “By Killing the enmity. I promise to try my best. just send it right back. “Sirish would you get that. the door bell rang and father said.” The soldier was unnerved.” The soldier left. You see it’s better to delete it as soon as it comes up. Sirish noticed that for a large number of mails. my child is something that tries to incite you into doing something or buying stuff that we don’t really need. “There was a lady selling chocolates at a discount. And that weapon was LOVE. to tell us that it's the enmity that has to be killed. don’t reason out.In the morning after eating a wholesome breakfast of hot porridge. Mummy told me that they are just not good for my teeth. The ‘enemy' is also made of flesh and blood like us and some of them have hearts of gold. father read through and typed replies to. “I'll try my best. “Temptation. Finally. Only a few of them.” he extended his hand towards the son. but that night he understood the meaning of the term ‘brotherhood of man. I’m caught up. That’s just what I did!” . Father asked “Who’s it.” It was Father’s turn to ask. but he had lots of mails to clear so he had brought his laptop home. I hope you will too. but instantaneously changed the hand-shake into an embrace.
I too am an artist. that was a tall statement. each minor detail was exactly as it was on the first wall. He was very. “My Lord. So how had he done it? The king wanted to know the secret. water etc. another young man said. So he said. Lo and behold! The same painting was to be seen on the opposite wall too! Amazing! But true! Each line. For when we polish our hearts and souls we see God’s reflection within. But the king loved surprises and he decided to give the young fellow a chance. The first artist brought in a regular supply of paint. I shall do so. I would even request you to have a thick curtain put up between the two walls so that either of us can not see the other. “Young man. Moreover. Then he said. on the other side of the curtain. He then asked for the curtain to be opened up. the king happened to be constructing a big hall at the rear end of the palace. “Young man. I shall make exactly what that man will make on the opposite wall. He gave a double reward to the fellow.” Now.” Now.Setting an example is not just one of the ways of teaching your children. After a month the first artist told the king that his work was complete and he would like to show it to the king. Everyone in the king’s court. my wall is ready too!” The king went to see the first artist’s wall. Just then. including the king and the first artist were intrigued. But this man had not been seeing what was going on. The reflection of the painting across the room. without looking at his work. It is said that the world is a reflection of you. “What would you like to make?” The man said. “It’s very easy! I just polished the wall every day!” It was a wall made of white marble! The fellow polished it till it shone like a mirror. oil. But you must tell me. The following day a thick curtain was put into place and both the artists got to work. Whatever you .” The king said. I am indeed very happy with your work. showed up in it! That is what it means to polish your self.” The man said. I promise you shall not be disappointed. It will be more beautiful than anything you have ever seen before. when would your work be ready? I am coming to see the first wall this evening. how did you do it?” The lad said simply. very impressed with the painting and gave a hefty sum as a reward to the artist. It’s the only way! THE PAINTING ON THE WALL There was a king who was a great admirer of art. “Oh King! Give me a blank wall in your palace and let me paint a picture on it. The king sent for the second artist and asked him.” So the artist was given the job and he was very pleased indeed. “My Lord. He encouraged artists from all over his country and gave them valuable gifts. The second one would some with a cloth and a bucket of water every day. One day an artist came and said to the king. “Oh King! Please allow me to work on the opposite wall. “Alright you may work on one of the walls in the new hall.
Then he said. Rajat looked at her. She climbed onto his lap and asked. "Sure. as if trying to understand everything! He caught her little hand to place over his heart and said. the world will seem to be that too. but all the same he nodded his head in assent. My heart is cracked and breaked when people say a bad things to it. Mama says God lives in all hearts.. On the day of the presentation. her eyes shining. This is what Rajat read out: 1 red.are. hiding his smile and said. There is one like that in all of us. to speak for another minute. to share with you. Her cousin Rajat who was twenty years old. Then why do people fight? . that I can put so many people into it. I am writing an article on the heart for my presentation. "Doctor Bhayia. what is this?" He said. was studying medicine. If my heart did not give love I would die. She wrote her article and gave it to Doctor Bhayia. dejected." Arushi sat down to work seriously. If you are sad. time. Off you go now. 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 All of us have biiiig hearts. he read out his article that was a very good piece on the functioning of the heart.. Arushi thought he was already a doctor. so she called him Doctor Bhayia (brother). "This is a picture of the human heart. My heart is soooo big. "Sir. a part of my heart cried and died. the world will look to be happy. jealous. When I get new toys my heart jumps." She looked at it curiously. restless . If you are happy. My heart loves all parts of my body." "May I help you?" asked Arushi. that is what the world will seem to be to you THE BEAUTIFUL HEART Arushi was only seven years old. "Can you feel how its beating? It works hard all day to pump blood. I seek your permission. My heart does dhak-dhak all the It is in circolatury system and pumps all the blood. you write something for me and I'll put it into my work. One day she went to his room and found him studying a big book. My heart is When Raju break my dolly." The Professor in-charge was baffled. angry. Only God knows how to make new hearts so we should try not to break them. what my seven year old sister has to say on this topic.
What struck the audience was not the final . She fought to hold them back. even we are still learning. only five contestants were short-listed. You have to train under the grand maestros. But don’t worry. Tears streamed down the girls cheeks. just how it should have been sung. Do you think that people like us who have made a name in the world of music are any different from you? No. but her eyelids were not strong enough to hold in control the flood of emotions that besieged her. She had seen beyond the mechanics. But you have a lot to learn yet. There was a thunderous applause from the audience. one is always a learner. He said. men who had made a name for themselves in the world of music.There was pin-drop silence. having proved your mettle in such a sea of talent. The singers had excelled. “I wonder what prompted you to choose such a difficult composition to sing. You have my blessings. in front of such a voluminous audience and in the midst of so much talent. you have to practice day and night. Then the Professor rose up from his seat and started clapping One by one. The road is tough but it’s not impossible to conquer. centrestage and said to her. Let me tell you. You have immense potential in you. started with bated breaths and pounding hearts. we are also like you.” The rest of the contestants went through their turns of listening to the opinions of the judges on their respective performances. be happy. you just need to garner it right. All the young participants put forward their best. The lucky five sang in the final round. They had the audience literally dancing to their tunes. Twenty two entries had been selected from the hundreds of entries received. The contestants had sung in front of three eminent judges. In this field. for they could not hold back the tears of disappointment.” He went on to sing a line from the same song to show this bewildered contestant. It was a rare honour to get a chance to sing on this platform. Don’t give up. You have sung it terribly! I cannot even count the number of mistakes you have made. “Well. everyone stood up to give a standing ovation. I wish you luck.” It was the turn of the third judge to speak now. Lady luck shall surely smile on you if you continue to persevere. The mike was passed on to the second judge. young lady. the flesh and the blood. you were brave to have chosen that song. Soon the singing part was over. The first round being one of elimination brought the number down to ten. You need to train for longer hours. Good luck to you. He said. It was time for the final verdict. The second round. At the end of the second round. The crowd was going berserk with enthusiasm. you can make it if you practice consistently. Those that did not make it. the only difference is that you are yet to become famous. Come out of your Utopia. Meera. The first judge called one of contestants. You youngsters think that by singing a few numbers here and there you can become singers of repute. Little Arushi had seen beyond what doctors see. wept openly. “First of all young lady I wish to congratulate you for having reached the final round. Truly she had understood the real functioning of the heart! THE MUSIC COMPETITION A talent search competition was being conducted by a music company for young budding singers.
Having discussed the pros and cons of having either of the two as Sarpanch. He had become very old and was failing health. For not all people have the guts to try. He has had the spirit of adventure. Together the boys planted them on either side of the road. They even erected small banks of mud on either side. Important are those who have had the guts to enter the arena. he told the village elders that he wanted to retire from the post of Sarpanch. but the attitude of the judges. The old Sarpanch decided to put both of them to test. Half way through they came across an old Banyan tree. It is not the critic who is important. we shall divert the path a little to go by its side. A couple of names were suggested. As the audience walked out of the auditorium. Do you know what most of them were discussing? They were discussing who the best judge was! Encouragement and appreciation are tonics that are always in short supply. Karam set to work the very next day. The challenge is to let it not grind you into dust. They zeroed down on the names of two men. make mistakes and then get up and try again! A winner is one who after a long journey of sweat and perspiration has the strength to make it to the end. “We shall not cut it. at least he has had the experience of the journey. . Mahipal on the other hand. He employed a contractor who came with a large team of labourers. The village was about a mile away on either side from two different highways. The funds were not enough for making a proper road. Both of them were considered to be capable young men. There is no greatness in pointing out where and how great men stumbled. So. He has had the strength to submit himself to a verdict of success or failure. the elders were unable to make a final selection. Mahipal said. but polish you into a brilliant gem! THE VILLAGE SARPANCH The villages in India have a head-man called Sarpanch. Mahipal used to buy some sweets and distributed them amongst his spirited team of youngsters. recruited only a few labourers.” All the young men helped to level out the land. The Sarpanch gave both Karam and Mahipal an equal amount of money from the village funds and asked each of them to get Kuchha roads made to connect the village to the highway on either side. When the road was ready.result. Karam and Mahipal. Life they say is a rocky road. The track cut through the play ground where some boys played Kabaddi. Inderpal was the Sarpanch of a village. Mahipal still had some money left over. They cleared the track of bushes and trees and beat down the mud to settle it. He bought a hundred saplings of mulberry. In a couple of days the contractor reported to Karam that the road was ready. Even if he fails. a few were discussing the participants and the results. The small amount that was left over. He also got together all the young boys in the village and asked them to lend a hand in clearing the path to make a road for ‘our village’.
only one who serves is fit to become a leader.” THE RAT BRIDE It is good to be ambitious. he is a leader of people and that because he and his word are worthy of trust.” The mother rat rushed to the Rain God and said. “The most essential quality of a leader is not perfection. He was impressed by the perfection with which Karam had done the job. She shall make a very suitable bride for you. He named Mahipal as the new Sarpanch saying. for when he comes with his army of clouds. “Oh King! I offer my beautiful daughter to you. A leader is never a leader alone. The Sarpanch was especially touched by the gesture of side tracking the old Banyan tree and not axing it. Her mother was somewhat over ambitious and decided that she must find a very powerful husband for her darling daughter. When I bump into him. The Sarpanch went to see both the roads. Please accept her as your wife. She would be a perfect bride for you. They showed him the saplings that they had planted. “My daughter is extremely beautiful and your power is unmatched. but let me tell you that the king of rats is more powerful than me. will you have my charming daughter for a bride?” The Mountain God spoke in a grating voice.” The wind God chuckled and said.The completion of work was reported to the old Sarpanch. credibility and his ability to create a team. It looked quite professional and meticulously done.” So the mother rat went to the king of rats and said wearily. I am indeed moved that you thought of me as a good match for your daughter. Mahipal has been able to win the trust of all these youngsters that is why they have followed him.” The Sun God smiled warmly and said. He was greeted by a whole group of youngsters. There is no way that I can defend myself against their sharp teeth. “I am honoured by your proposal. Later he went to see the other road.” . Moreover. “Lady. Why don’t you propose to him?” So. But if you are looking for a powerful husband. “Oh mighty God of wind! Please marry my lovely daughter. It is his dedication. I am completely overshadowed. He has been honest to the cause and has shed sweat to involve people and make a team. don’t you know that the God of Wind is more powerful than me! He can blow my clouds to smithereens if he wants to. “Please dear Mountain God. The Sarpanch was happy. They make holes and burrows wherever they please. eager to see the reaction of the Sarpanch. please make her your wife. let me tell you that the Rain God is mightier than me. “Madam. He along with his caravan of rats digs into my body. for he is immovable. Your power and her beauty shall make a great alliance. but being over ambitious can lead to disappointment. “Dear Rain God. I have to change my track. She went to the Sun God and said to him. I try hard but I cannot move him. the ambitious mother scurried away to the God of Wind and swiftly proposed to him.” The tired mother rat hobbled up to the Mountain God and proposed to him.” The Rain God replied with a twinkle in his eye. “Perhaps you don’t know that the Mountain God is more powerful than me. young she-rat was eligible for marriage. please marry my daughter. Sometimes it can be funny too! A pretty.
He seemed to have no friends of his age. Next to his bed was a trolley laden with bottles of glucose and dextrose. the ambitious mother rat realized that her beautiful daughter was fit to be a bride only for a rat. It was a daily routine that these elderly people looked forward to. pressed the door bell of Bunty’s house. it’s good to dream but only if you keep your feet planted firmly on the ground! HOME OF PEACEFUL EMPATHY The ‘Home Of Peaceful Empathy’ or HOPE as it was popularly known was a home for the aged. Some were active. They would often ask her why Bunty had no friends of his age. There were numerous bottles of medicine. He loved these old people and he loved to see them laugh. Bunty. Sometimes Bunty would play the guitar and sing songs for them. Another day he brought his cricket bat and played cricket with them. The little boy was very thin and weak. Is everything alright?” The woman hesitated. Some were sick. She would simply say.The king of rats blushed from ear to ear and said. Please don’t disturb him. She got up and motioned them to come out of the room. The next day too. A worried looking mother opened the door. Tea and biscuits would be served to them. Sometimes he would bring yellow daisies for them. They looked forward to Bunty’s visits just as much as he looked forward to them. Bunty’s mother was usually busy with her household chores. He enacted the various roles all by himself. Every evening he would come to the old age home and chat with the residents. She signalled for them to be quiet. no.” . They had a grand wedding and the rest they say is history! Finally. Would you like to come to his room?” The old man followed the lady to Bunty’s room. A bottle of blood was being transfused into the boy. He’s been struggling with the pain. “Yes. The management would put cane chairs outside. Bunty is sick. it isn’t. but sometimes she would come along with Bunty and chat with these oldies. He would put the daisies into the hair of the old women and into the button holes of the old men’s jackets. “He’s happier playing with you.” One evening the residents waited for Bunty. Two things they all had in common: Their children didn’t want to keep them and they all had a limited lease of life left! Every evening. Next door lived a young couple and their ten year old son. One day he told them about the drama that they had at school. There was a nurse on duty. The sight he saw stopped him in his tracks. but he didn’t turn up. In life too. others were confined to wheelchairs. On the fourth day. I mean. He loved to see the Grandpa’s turn into little boys. we haven’t seen him around for some days. Perhaps he has got something in common with you. It had about thirty residents. “Good evening ma’am! I was wondering if Bunty is well. all the residents would sit outside in the garden. “Gladly!” So the king of rats married the pretty young lady. “He has just gone to sleep. and all the men ‘Grandpa’. there was no sign of him. others were healthy. He called all the women ‘Grandma’. one old man who was really missing Bunty.
first and foremost we are answerable to our own conscience! FIND YOUR WAY BACK HOME The father of a teenager usually tries to teach him life skills in an attempt to prepare him for the proverbial ‘Big-bad world’. I’m really hungry. “How could I? They didn’t belong to me!” How true! We are answerable to others later. “He never told us. Come to think of it. “Every month we take him to the hospital for his blood transfusion.” The old man was speechless. to look in to the matter. “Grandpa. all that sharing and caring. He told his elder sister. all that concern and laughter from a child who was thalasemmic! The happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems. It was late in the evening when the truck owner returned home. He was pained to see the truck laid upside down on the roadside. Bunty is thalasemmic. He never wanted to discuss his disease. In the wee hours of the morning he got the message that one of his trucks had skidded and overturned on the highway. All the little acts of love. Many hours passed. tired and weary. even you never let us know!” “Grandpa.” She swallowed to hide her tears. One such father was on a business tour to a foreign .” As she served him food. He has very low immunity. At dawn the truck owner went to the site of the accident. I left my wallet at home. It will take a while for him to get well. so he opts to play with all of you. so I allow him to see you every evening. The contractor who owned the apples came to retrieve what ever he could. He came to see us everyday.The lady said. Most of the apple boxes had split open and the apples were strewn all over the road. “Didn’t you say that there were apples strewn all over the road? Why didn’t you pick up a couple of those and eat them? Why did you go hungry all day?” He said simply. The old man said. It makes him happy. while playing games. He’d be heart broken if all of you were to pity him. she said. A crane was called to put the truck back on its wheels. He used to let them out for the transport of apples from Himachal Pradesh to the plains. He got a chest infection and had very high fever. Get me some food quickly. He’s not able to match up with his peers at school. “In the hurry. Three days back he contracted a viral. The Insurance company executives had come to assess the loss. but those who learn to live with things that are less than perfect! THE APPLE TRUCK A man owned many trucks. but he never let us know. each professional. Luckily there was no loss of life. doing his job to get things back into the streamline. Bunty’s a strong willed boy. I’ve not had a bite all day. We requested the doctor to give him the blood transfusion at home.
country. he tactfully asked the traffic policeman to guide him on how to get there. the shops. He sat down and thought. Many times he had to ask for directions from strangers. The boy looked in the restrooms. you decided to test your son?” “Yes.” “Oh! Really? Then why did you follow me all the time?” “I had to be sure you were safe. The other half. even for a moment?” “No. all the time!” “What do you mean?” asked the boy incredulously. Do you even know what I have been through? As I sit in this armchair in the twilight of my life. As the sun began to set. The boy was scared. He marched up the stairs to their room. hoping to find father inside. They were staying at a small hotel. but he was disappointed. he did not even know the way back. for that was the farthest he could pay for. you would have seen me. looking at the sunset. to your eternal . “Lord. the boy decided that the best thing he could do was to make his way back to the hotel. The boy grew up to be a man and the father became old. “Do you remember the day. only to find that he did not have enough money to pay for his fare back to the hotel. ‘What next? What should I do? How will I find him in this alien land. One quiet evening. I’ve gone through so many ups and downs in life. Why do you not guide me? Why don’t you talk to me sometimes?” Then God replied. But no where could he find his father. hungry and weary. I too expect you to find your way home. he walked. I wonder what life is all about. It was late in the night when he finally trudged into the hotel tired.” “Did you let him out of your sight. but he fought them back. the restaurants and the corridors. Where were you? I’ve been looking for you all over? Why did you leave me alone and go away?” The father eased himself out of his shoes and stretched himself onto the bed. He looked around for him desperately. I was testing you to see whether you could find your way back to me. Anyways. I am old now. “I was only a few steps away from you. he found his way back to his father! I too expect you to find your way back to your eternal father. you did rather well. with no money in my pocket?’ Just then he heard the key turn in the door and father walked in! “Dad.” “Neither did I! If only you had looked around carefully. He had taken his fourteen year old son with him. I’m quite proud of you!” Years passed. the old man sat in the garden. without letting him know his actual predicament. He walked the street up and down several times but could not find his father. He was talking to God. Your son did well. He rummaged through his pockets. if you could fend for yourself. I must say. They went out in the day. He read the directions from the site maps on the way. Suddenly the boy realized that the father was no where around. He took a bus to a place that was half way to the hotel. So. They were walking on a busy road. “I wanted to see. but to no avail. He felt tears brimming in his eyes. I wonder why you created me and then left me alone in this world to fend for my self.
The first response was. He along with one of his students called Abdul. the officer smiled and said. for a nationalistic cause. Abdul made his first rocket there.. “Well.home! Come my child. The old woman put one of the wailing babies to the breast of the young mother. numb with pain. This church belongs to the people. Another space was allotted and a new church was built for Father Peter Peirera and his people. For his research.. As for the old church. after the service was over. you could ask Father Peter Peirera. Try your luck!” So.” SPACE RESEARCH A senior scientist was doing space research. He was told that one of the woman labourers had died leaving behind two little babies. The old woman looked at the newly born girls and beseeched the Lord. is none other than Dr. I am waiting for you to find your way back to me because you belong to me. The woman was weak and miserably poor. till the entire crowed agreed unanimously to give up their place of worship. perhaps we could request the church management. thanks to the large heartedness and vision of a nationalist called Father Peter Peirera.” Ironically. The other baby slept peacefully by her mother’s side. Former President of India! All that. THE TWINS A young woman labourer assisted in building roads. the old woman looked after the babies for the night. “Well scientific research is much required for our country. the people started saying ‘yes’. Then he asked. She fed it to them. the scientists name was Dr. She had to forego her own dinner to buy some milk for them. “Officer. The contractor went to the house of the old woman .J. it was used as a workshop for the research programme by the scientist and his team. if they could shift to another suitable place. in a pool of blood. Incidentally. the scientist and his students went to request Father Peter Peirera. ‘yes’. I shall have to ask them. And Abdul. Abdul Kalam. But this is God’s home. The scientist requested the officer with a smile saying. In addition there was a church on that land. “Well! Can we give them the church for the benefit of our country?” Slowly. approached the Municipal Officer concerned and put in a request for allotment of land for scientific research. very slowly. “No!” The officer explained that the land that they were asking for was home to a number of fishermen. A. drop by drop. “Oh God! What is the crime committed by these poor souls! Who will look after them? Have mercy on them!” Out of compulsion. Father said.P. It would not be possible to give it. who was in charge of the church. Father Peter Peirera addressed the gathering and conveyed the request of the scientists. ‘yes’. He had a group of young scientists to assist him. he needed a big piece of land a little far away from the city. The next day the road contractor came. She had just given birth to twin daughters.. Vikram Sarabhai. The only person attending to her was an old woman who was also part of the road building team. The God of death hovered around her and soon her painful life drew to an end.” The following Sunday. She was lying behind a bush.
I want to tell you that Anubha is my daughter in every sense except the biological one. One of you go and talk to the flower girl to deliver fifty garlands of fresh balsam flowers so that . Had the mother not died. When one door closes. Had the young mother not died. They were probably just a few days old. the girl brought her parents and sister. the old woman would not have come forward to care for them.to see the girls. His four sons stood around him. And had the old woman not died. The secret that had been guarded by the couple from their own ‘daughters’ should remain a secret.. We tried our best to find out about their family but to no avail. Another one opens. These two girls were crying by her side. A very old woman died in a dirty cottage. He noticed that they both had a mole on the left cheek and looked very. When God answers your Prayer. God alone knows what is good for each one of us. Twenty years later. The eldest son said. The next day. The contractor asked the girl to bring her family. very similar. When God keeps you waiting.” Then it came back to him! He looked at the girls closely and saw the black moles on their left cheeks. The wedding was fixed. He handed out some money to the old woman and mumbled something under his breath. When God denies you your wishes. He confirms that He is waiting for the right time to give you the right thing. he chose to keep quiet. these girls would surely have become labourers too. He confirms that He loves you. for he could not bear the stench of the damp walls mixing with the smell of urine and stale milk. He knew who they were! But. Finally we brought them up as our own. Let us arrange for a beautiful open-jeep carriage to take the body to the funeral ground. He rushed out of the room. “Father has only a few breaths left now.. Soon he will die. He said. The contractor was much impressed by the sisters. the young son of the contractor brought home a beautiful girl.. THE LAST JOURNEY A rich old man was very ill and was on his ‘death-bed’.. My wife and I were passing by. The girl’s father asked to talk to the contractor alone. He told his father that he wanted to marry her. He confirms that you made the wrong choice. “Sir.
we can decorate the arthi nicely. we should be displayed for people to see and admire. “Of what use is the ambulance from Jeevan Hospital? We can request for an ambulance from the Government Hospital or from the Red Cross Society. do we really need the new clothes? He is going to be dead anyways. The red roses were bought by a rich old lady who passed them on to an expert garland stringer.” The third son was even thriftier. The garland stringer chopped off the stalks and leaves. shapes and sizes. The second bush had roses in yellow with pink streaks. “If one of you will kindly bring my shoes. I think my shoes are enough for me to walk out of here. down the road? It shall not cost as much as the jeep carriage. He sent them to a florist. The carriage shall cost us dear. “We hope to be able to spread our fragrance to more and more people. “Why to order the flowers? They shall rot in this heat anyways. “We are so perfect. long time. “We wish we could be given to a beloved. They were not at all pretty to look at. we can put him on a cot and carry him on our shoulders. I don’t need a carriage. an ambulance or a cot.” The roses on the third bush said softly.” The next day. Also order a set of new clothes for him. like a King. Surely that should be more economical.” The old man happened to be listening to this conversation between his sons. but their unique selling point was their shape. I’ll just go by myself. She strung the roses into an exquisite garland. He said. Our father has lived like a king. “Why bother with the ambulance and the flowers? The funeral ground is just behind our house anyway. The roses on three of the bushes got talking. The third bush had soft light pink roses known as desi-gulab or wild roses. whether his last journey is in a fancy carriage or in an ordinary ambulance?” The youngest son was craftier still. What was this they were saying? His sons! His dearly beloved sons! His own flesh and blood! With a surge of energy he sprang up from the bed and said. The very sons for whose sake he had toiled all his life! For them he had scrimped and scraped for years to give them a good life. He said. And.” The second son said. Why don’t we just ask for the ambulance from the ‘Jeevan Hospital’. After all what does it matter to a dead man. He wanted to leave behind enough wealth to make them comfortable for a long. Two beautiful . The roses on the first bush were blood red in colour. It’s only a short distance from our house to the crematorium. He won’t even know. for red roses are the ultimate expression of love. adding some asparagus ferns and silver strings. he must go too. Each fold and each petal was a sculpted masterpiece.” THE ROSE GARDEN Spring had brought new life to this beautiful rose garden.” The roses on the second bush said. the gardener came and cut the rose stalks. The red roses said. Each bush was abloom with roses of different hues. I don’t need help from anyone of you. So. but they were extremely fragrant. Each one of them was exquisitely formed. We are four of us.
The priest used the fragrant rose water to wash the feet of the Lord and also to sprinkle on devotees to shower blessings on them. Please do not caste us away. The red roses were happy for they had been used by the lady as an offering of love. for no one seemed to want to buy them. The roses wept for they felt dejected and useless. Find your focus. The yellow roses preened and smiled. The roses were so happy that they literally wept in devotion! In the corner of the temple the repentance of the proud red roses had finally touched the heart of the Lord. A group of young workers were deputed to hand roll the mixture onto fine sticks. but no one came forward to listen to their cries. deep in conversation. Please Lord! Give us another chance to serve you. glancing at their expensive wrist watches and talking sixteen miles to a dozen. They added some powder to the water now and then so that it would not start stinking due to stagnation. The red roses swelled with vanity. Some days later she carefully removed the petals and pure rose water was left behind! She bottled the rose water and gave it to the priest in the temple. A man saw the wilting red garlands. to none other than Radha-Krishna the proverbial lovers. The end that you eventually meet with depends upon the road you choose to take for the journey. Even their cries could be heard by no one. She offered them with devotion to Radha and Krishna at the temple. “Oh Krishna! Oh Radha! We are sorry for being vain. The roses were proud for they were the centre of attraction for all to see.” The roses beseeched the Lord. Many devotees saw the exquisite garlands and wowed at them. egg shells and chicken bones. The petals lay immersed in the water for days. Busy executives rushed past.garlands were made and delivered to the rich old lady. Meanwhile the perfect yellow roses were bought by an interior decorator and were used to design an enormous flower arrangement along with various types of greens. The girl took the roses home and gave them to her mother. We were too caught up in pride to enjoy our closeness with you. Let us pause for a moment to look into the fate of the little pink roses. Here is some food for thought. that is of utmost importance. That bunch was left sitting in the shop of the florist for days. Perhaps you could identify . Aggarbattis were made! They were used in the temple to sanctify the area with their aroma. The red roses’ vanity was burnt away and they were reduced to nothing. Others hurried past. they were crushed to a fine powder and some glue like substance and some oils were added to them. He picked them up and put them in the sun to dry along with many other flowers that had been laid out for drying. The mother shook off all the petals into a huge basin of water. They were almost beginning to rot and their dreams of giving fragrance to people seemed to be quite impossible to realize. The red roses cried. holding their cell phones. but they were happy! What about the perfect yellow roses? They spent all their life waiting for recognition and admiration. When the flowers were totally dry. Eventually the florist gave them away for free to the girl who worked in the shop. but only a few people had time to stop by and admire their perfection. The wild roses were focussed right from day one. The entire set up was placed on the centre table of the entrance of a hotel. but the physical and the mundane. The red roses suffered a setback to their vanity but made up for it because they soon realised their folly. Eventually they wilted and the hotel cleaner dumped them into the garbage along with the rotting peels of vegetables. whereas the yellow roses thought about nothing. The next day the priest removed the garlands from the deities and cast them away in a corner of the temple.
He showers upon us His choicest treasures and blesses us with His grace LORD THY WILL BE DONE Marina’s husband had just passed away to a terminal illness. you were crying and all those around you were smiling. but this one touched his heart. actually hit him. please accept it as a gift. I have been directed to put up for auction. Their savings had been spent to the last penny in trying to save him. It said. his collection of master pieces. I must auction out the vast collection of paintings and utilize the sum as directed in the letter. Gone.” That was the end of the auction. “Before I read out the Will regarding the inheritance of the property. this portrait of his son first of all. So it is with the Lord. Sorrow and age had wrought havoc on his face and dulled his vision. I have special instructions regarding his most valuable property. The bullet that was meant for me. because he came in the way. The old family gardener came forward. you are smiling and others are crying THE SON’S PORTRAIT Kripa had become old.with either of the roses and in case you are on the wrong track. Two . but no one wanted the crudely painted picture. “I can pay Rs. rummaged through his worn out pockets and said. Most of them offered. .27/. I have painted a portrait of your son. i. Again and again the lawyer called out for someone to name a price. It was put above the mantelpiece in a place of honour. this could just be the right time for you to change your track. She had no work experience. I was with him when he died.for it. The lawyer said. She had a fourteen year old daughter and an eleven year old son.. He had lost his only son in a battle. Marina’s world had just crumbled to bits. Three .. I owe my life to him. Kripa passed away. His lawyer had a letter that was to be read out after the cremation.. a visitor knocked at his door and said “Sir. One afternoon. “The entire collection of paintings shall be inherited by the buyer of my son’s portrait. Do you want to end up giving fragrance to the world or do you want to end up in a dustbin? The choice is yours! When you came into this world.. Friends and relatives came to console her. There were no takers... we will stand by you...”. the old lawyer put up the portrait of the deceased son that had been presented by the soldier. Live your life such that when you are to go. I was also a soldier in your son’s army regiment. “If there is anything that we can do to help..e.” Then he reached into his pocket and took out an envelope. The rest of the property may be auctioned and the proceeds used for setting up an orphanage for the orphans of war. If only we show love towards those whom He loves. “You are not alone.” Kripa was a connoisseur of art. Many years later. cut it open and pulled out the Will. do let us know”. she was totally a home-bird.” The lawyer counted “One . The pain had been too much to bear and he had lost the will to live.” So saying. The walls of his beautiful house were adorned with masterpieces of great value. His body had become infirm and weak. The portrait is yours.
Today’s menu for lunch was jackfruit and curd with Roti.” The girl said. “See that you . I’ve given you my promise. they really won’t listen to anyone. so he watched in silence.. She refused to eat the jackfruit. whatever you say. She was offered the job. Marina broke down. but you are really not the type. Now gobble it up. she would definitely throw up. But. Mother was equally adamant. The next morning she found an advertisement in the newspaper for a walk-in-interview to fill the post of a warden for a Boarding school. Thy will be done. but she is just not the obliging type.” Father said. in a women’s garments store and asked a relative to put in a word for her. The school provided free education to the wards of their employees! The school mess would also provide free meals to her wards and herself. I’m always willing to help. Grandma looked disgusted at the attitude of the mother. “Yes honey. In her dream she saw God smiling at her and blessing her.A month later. The little girl had her eyes and her plate full. She would have to eat it! There was no way that mother was going to let the girl leave the table without eating the much detested vegetable.. “Don’t worry.” A week later Marina applied for a job as a salesgirl. Her expenses seemed to soar whereas her resources dwindled. provided she could move into a residence at the hostel premises. I mean. “You see Marina. He does not take over.” She cried herself to sleep. for the warden was supposed to be present all day. She cried her heart out and prayed.” The girl put a spoonful of jackfruit into her mouth and made a face as if she was tasting poison.. “Oh God! Why did you do this to us? How shall I tend to my children? Please help me for I am absolutely alone.. if I eat it. The house rent was grossly overdue. to turn your thoughts away from all your problems and leave everything into His hands saying. it is then that you realize that God is all that you really needed! BALD HEADED There was tension in the air as mother stood behind her daughter’s chair in the dinning room. “Lord.” This went on. With one stroke. She walked into the interview room with the confidence that stems only from God’s presence in you. The next instalment for the school fees of her children was due in a fortnight.. Till one night. “Okay. The mother said.” When at last you realize that God is all you have left. How else would she learn to eat all kinds of vegetables? The father had promised his wife that he would let her take the forefront when it came to discipline. meaningless endearments and lame excuses. when He asks you to surrender your problems to Him and forget about them. “It may not be a ‘thing’. if you continue to worry about them. The friend said. It may be something else. The tension was unnerving.. Marina requested one of these friends to help her get a job as a receptionist at a local school. will you grant me a wish?” Father grabbed the opportunity to resolve the situation and said quickly. hollow words. the owner is my friend no doubt. To surrender means. I would have spoken to the Principal for you. “Actually Marina. all her problems were solved! It is only God who stands by His words. I’ll get it for you. Just finish it fast and tell me what you want. The poor child looked at the revolting mass in her plate and felt that if she ate it. but if there is anything else. Suddenly she said. you have to have a certain personality to look after such a job.
this is quite a ridiculous thing to ask for. It’s not such a big deal after all!” The girl ate it all up. But your daughter coaxed him on the phone to come today. what about that now? You are going back on your word. with a clatter and grandma almost fainted. she will never learn to honour hers. the most precious things in life can not be made or bought. If we do not honour our word. Looking at the little girl’s tear filled eyes. saying that she too would come with her head shaved to make sure that no body laughed at him!” That is love! Pure and simple! No strings attached! Truly. Silly girl!” said mother. “Look my child. What’s the big deal about it?” Mother said. He visited a renowned music teacher and expressed his desire to him. “I want to get my head shaved!” Mother’s spoon fell from her hand. washed it down with a whole glass of water and then said quickly. was this the latest fashion or what? Just then a lady. Why don’t we buy you a nice Barbie doll instead?” “But I don’t want a doll. He did not understand. “She has done her part. why did your son have to get his head shaved?” he asked.” But the girl was adamant. After all. She promised my son that she would get her head shaved.don’t go overboard in asking for a wish. It was a bargain. During the chemotherapy he lost all his hair and was refusing to come out of the house.” Daddy said.” he said. It’s so unfair!” she said in a trembling voice. “You had your way. “You have quite a daughter. “Daddy you promised me. But I never thought she would actually live up to it. “Oh no! My son did not have to get his head shaved. You have always taught me about the value of honouring your word. I just want to get my head shaved. You see he has leukaemia. He said. apparently the bald boy’s mother came up to him and said. “No. we just have to realize how precious they are. A short while later a boy came to the park. You gave me your word.” Father stood his ground. they are gifted to us by God. Daddy’s heart melted. so that the other children at the park would not jeer at him. he took her to the park to play as he did every evening. THE ROSE BUD A young boy wanted to learn music. don’t even dream about it. now don’t be unfair to her and stop making a fuss!” Father took the girl to the barber and got the job done.” The man was even more confused now. He had a good voice and he wanted to train to become an Indian classical singer. For once Grandma seemed to see eye to eye with her daughter in law but chose to keep silent. The teacher conducted a preliminary test on him to guage his talent . “But. “Who ever heard of a girl getting her head shaved? I will not allow it. Later in the evening. Father was surprised to note that the boy too had no hair on his head. be reasonable and I shall surely let you have your way. “But darling you shall look obnoxious. He was afraid that the other children would make fun of him. She tried to smile bravely and said. although he could not make out head or tail of why she wanted to do such a weird thing. “What rubbish! That’s impossible. And how does it matter anyway? Its just hair! It will grow back. it’s just a bowl of jackfruit. Father said.
” That evening. this bud. Had the bud grown naturally it would have been beautiful at each stage of its life. He went on further uphill. He stopped to feed the squirrels and the birds. the boy was in tears. that depends upon how much work you are able to put into it. the boy asked the same question. Please unfold me petal by petal at your own pace and will. It seems to have outdone its potential to grow. They skipped along with him and showed him the best path to take. “I’ll soon learn everything there is to learn. He met some village children on the way. Slowly and carefully he tried to open up the petals of the rose bud to make it look like a flower. “Look son. “Do you see that rose bud on the bush outside. The spring in his step matched the spring in the air. how much time.. The young man filled up his haversack and strapped it on to his back. it shall never become a perfect rose flower now. how soon can I become a singer?” The teacher said. “Guruji..” The boy. Just look at the state of its petals. others fell off. how much time would I need to train under your guidance. It would have spread fragrance all around and its beauty would have lent splendour to our garden. The man continued his trek up the mountain. They showed him the rarest species of mountain undergrowth that only the locals know of. He wept. The number of days it takes to unfold its petals to become a full grown flower. I am determined. got crushed into the stamen. It had hurt its leg. the boy went and squatted near the bush. its not going to be a short time. some of the petals got torn and mutilated. The children plucked wild berries off the trees and offered them to the man. He called the boy and said. A man decided to go for a trek to the top of the mountain. I have made a mistake. He gave them some toffees and chatted with them. he threw some tidbits to the rabbits too. He washed the wound and dressed it up.” A few months later. “Well. He was wary of eating them. He walked up slowly but surely. lest they are poisonous. But one thing you can be sure of. The next morning the teacher saw the plight of the rose bud and understood what had happened. Every now and then he stopped to admire the flowers and the trees. The inner most that were just beginning to form. “Guruji. smiled inwardly and thought.. ” By now. He started his trek uphill.and decided to give him a try. but seeing the children eat. perhaps the bud was in too much of a hurry. but I promise to let you shape me as you wish. I am the cause of its present state. He took out his first aid kit and carefully reached out for the poor mongrel. because singing is about learning more and more each day. till he reached the top. The lovely spruce trees looked rich and green. that’s the number of years you’ll take to learn. it’s not the buds fault. A stray dog ventured near him. hard he tried. “Guruji. The pine cones looked like . I pried it open.?” The teacher said. Everything around him looked so happy. he ate them too. He took out his packed lunch and ate it. whining.. The man noticed that the dog was bleeding. The boy asked. was in a hurry to bloom from a bud into a flower overnight.. whistling a merry tune to himself.” TREKKING IN THE MOUNTAINS Spring was in the air. However. it seems. The flowers in the valley and on the mountain were in full bloom. even as long as you live. I cannot give back its babyhood to the bud. Hurry has now become a cause for worry. But.
” and went outside. “Will you teach me how to make statues?” “Why not!” said the sculptor. His little acts of kindness and love had won him enough friends to help him when he was making his descent. Tarun yelped in pain. nursing his swollen thumb. But the day-dream came to a rude halt as the chisel went into his heel. He was making masterpieces of furniture in teak and mahogany. like an injured puppy.” That afternoon the doorbell rang and Tarun opened the door to a carpenter. the children helped him to hobble back. with his books open in front of him. to foes. Half way down. I never thought about it.” Tarun started excitedly. Some time later the dog was back. He basked in the sun for a while. His father had called him to repair a window that had broken in the storm last week. “I don’t know father. How beautiful they looked! The sculptor was fixing the pedestal as many people looked on in awe! Tarun asked the sculptor. The children recognized him as the toffee-man. His favourite pass time was day dreaming. what would you like to be when you grow up?” He answered. As the sun went down he realized that it was time to go back. causing it to bleed. Soon he was transported into a world of exquisite marble statues that he had sculpted. He yelped in pain as his ankle got twisted. So too it is in life. How grand those armchairs looked! Till “Ooow!” he yelled! He had banged his thumb with the hammer! He mumbled “Sorry. take this stone and try to cut a straight line through it with my chisel and hammer. can I hammer the nails in?” “Sure.” said father. all the way down the mountain. One day his father asked him. . Together. Tarun watched the carpenter with fascination as the latter sawed and nailed the wood together. Just then he saw the stray dog looking at him. but his mind would wander from friends. because he was fed up with his studies. “Here. but he just couldn’t walk. to films. He would sit on his study desk. to food. so he could never hold his mind onto the subject that he was supposed to be studying. He started his descent.nuggets of gold hanging on the trees. Tarun asked. He saw the bandage that he had earlier applied to him. New idols of Goddess Lakshmi and Lord Vishnu were being installed.” “Well. He was all alone. followed by a group of children. he slipped and fell. In the evening they went to the temple. “Son. Tarun hammered in a nail and then went into a reverie. He licked the foot of the man and then limped away. “Today wherever you go. look around at different people working in different vocations and try to plan your future. He placed the stone between his feet and carefully wielded the chisel and hammer. It is important to be nice to people on our way up for we may need them on our way down. to games. He realized that he may have to spend the night there. The air was cool and pure. try your hand. to holidays and so on.” beamed the carpenter. The dog seemed to understand that the man needed help. “Please. He lacked concentration. Now what? He applied some balm to his ankle and tied it up. CONCENTRATION Tarun was always unhappy.
fasts. You shall have to report to me at 5 a. you write on a stone. where they decided to take a bath.” Sure! If you are a good student. A few years ago. why?" The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us. He said. who had been slapped. we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away.” said the fat Brahmin. he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE. and said. After the friend recovered from the near drowning. “I’m going to be a good student. The one.. But. The one who got slapped was hurt. “I shall give you a book of the shalokas that you need to recite for yajnas. prayers. she gave out her email address and phone number. Her talk was on creating memories for the customers so they would want to come back. "After I hurt you. "Barbara. And they get so many nice things to eat in return. and I like it! I'm just a bagger in the . If you are a hardworking person and can work in earnest. you wrote in the sand and now. about a month later. Barbara gets a call from a young man who introduces himself as Johnny.” said Tarun earnestly. when someone does something good for us.m." The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him. Just then he heard his father.” So." They kept on walking until they found an oasis. any vocation is good for you.”Well. but the friend saved him. in the morning after having completed your morning ablutions. “Hey Tarun! Have you thought about what I asked you?” “Yes father. "If you have any great service stories." Johnny the Bagger (A True Story) Barbara Glanz is a speaker and author. What should he do? Concentration was required for being a carpenter or a sculptor or even a temple priest. During some point of the journey they had an argument. can I work with you?” “Of course.” Poor Tarun. “Surely I can become a priest. wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.000 people attending. How on earth could he possibly learn all those mantras? He could not concentrate on the answers in his science book. you can master any trade! Sand and Stone A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. At the end of her speech. we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it. offerings.He eyed the temple priest’s large belly and thought to himself. I heard what you had to say about service. he went up to the priest and asked “Panditji.. and one friend slapped the other one in the face. All that these people have to do is to offer food to the Lord and shake the bell. got stuck in the mire and started drowning. I'd like to hear them. she spoke at a convention for a large grocery chain with over 3. there was no respite in any profession. festivals etc. but without saying anything.
you could probably own your own country. "If you had a diamond the size of your thumb. A Inspirational and Motivational Story . everybody in our store is finding creative ways to put their mark on service. and they wouldn't budge—they wanted to see Johnny's quote of the day! In fact. I went out into the store and noticed that one line was three times longer than the others. The next morning he made arrangements to sell off his farm. I'll just drop a strip right in their bags and say. Back home. I round up my team and tell them what Johnny has done to give our customers more than they expected. Barbara? It happened for one reason…Johnny decided to do something!” When it comes to service. 'I hope you enjoy my quote of the day. and talking to his customers. The wise man said.' So the next day. That night the farmer couldn't sleep. The next day when customers come through. so he was putting his favorite Snoopy stickers on the packages. He looked all over Africa and couldn't find any. one lady said.ACRES OF DAIMONDS There was a farmer in Africa who was happy and content. I decided that I like sayings. we all have our unique gifts to give. but I wanted to think of a way I could make a difference.' What do you think. Across the stream. Barbara?" Barbara said. That afternoon. One day a wise man came to him and told him about the glory of diamonds and the power that goes along with them. When he got to Spain." And then he went away. He was happy because he was content. Our guy in the meat department loves Snoopy. you could have your own city. he was emotionally.store and I have Downs’s syndrome. . He was unhappy and he was discontent. however we'll never make the emotional connection with the customer unless it begins in our heart. “Barbara. He says. I went to the back of the line and suggested that customers move to another checkout. 'I used to come here once a week. you won't believe what's happened at our store. We're having the time of our lives. I see the lady in the floral department cutting off her broken flowers and pinning them on the elderly women in our store. "Johnny. took care of his family and went in search of diamonds. but now I come 2-3 times just to see the smile on Johnny's face when he drops in his favorite quote. the rays of the morning sun hit a stone and made it sparkle like a rainbow. so each day I'm going to pick out one that I like. and my dad and I will print it out on the computer. the person who had bought his farm was watering the camels at a stream that ran through the farm. In fact. He was unhappy because he was discontent and discontent because he was unhappy. He thought it would look good on the mantle piece. I'll cut out the quote in strips and sign my name on the back of each one. I think that's a wonderful idea!" A few weeks later. He picked up the stone and put it in the living room. and it seems like everyone in town is talking about us! And you know what. Barbara gets another call…this time from the store manager. He looked all through Europe and couldn't find any. He was content because he was happy. If you had a diamond the size of your fist. He got so disheartened that he threw himself into the Barcelona River and committed suicide. physically and financially broke.
Miraculously he managed to reach his friend." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- .. "Is Hafiz back?" The new owner said. the officer checked the wounded soldier. "JIM." said the lieutenant. 2. Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire whizzing over his head. "I told you it wouldn't be worth it." said the soldier. Come. there are others who are dyeing the grass on our side.. When our attitude is right.* What is the moral of this story? There are five morals: 1. All we need to do is recognize it. and the soldier went anyway... Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your life away." They went and picked some samples and sent them for analysis. He asked. and then looked kindly at his friend. worth it?" responded the Lieutenant.. I recognize one when I see one. "Because that is a diamond. As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench. "Your friend is dead and you are mortally wounded. but it is never the same one. When people don't know how to recognize opportunity. hoist him onto his shoulder and bring him back to their company's trench. The next one may be better or worse. I'll show you. Sure enough. "Your friend is dead" "YES. that's just a stone I picked up from the stream. I KNEW YOU'D COME. why do you ask?" The wise man said. While we are dyeing the grass on the other side. The same opportunity never knocks twice. The grass on the other side always looks greener. A Story to Share . Opportunity is always under our feet. 4. 5. he was still alive and i had the satisfaction of hearing him say.. "What do you mean. They would be happy to trade places with us. the stones were diamonds." he said. "but i don't think it will be worth it. 3. "But it was worth it because when i got to him. Sir" the private answered.. There are many more. the soldier asked his lieutenant if he might go out into the "no man's land" between the trenches to bring his fallen comrade back.That afternoon the wise man came and saw the stone sparkling. "You can go. we realize that we are all walking on acres and acres of diamonds. sir.." The lieutenant's advice didn't matter. "No. they complain of noise when it knocks." The man said. They found that the farm was indeed covered with acres and acres of diamonds.True Friend Horror gripped the heart of the World War 1 soldier as he saw his lifelong friend fall in battle." "It was worth it. though. We don't have to go anywhere. no.
and pushed it into his hand saying. It all lies in what we see it as. then one of the richest men in the world! "I can erase my money worries in an instant!" he realized. and you can pay me back at that time. A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game. He sat on the park bench. He's always escaping from the rest home and telling people he's John D. that had turned his life around. At the agreed-upon time. Within a few months. the old man said." He asked the man his name.Worth Reading… A business executive was deep in debt and could see no way out. It comes from ones own commitment and dedication to ones vision! Seeing ourselves having what we want and feeling it with us all the time increases our confidence enormously. All year long he'd been wheeling and dealing. real or imagined. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates. The business executive saw in his hand a check for $500. He closed several big sales. The astonished executive just stood there." Then he turned and disappeared as quickly as he had come. he negotiated better deals and extended terms of payment. "I can see that something is troubling you. Creditors were closing in on him. After listening to the executive's woes. Just knowing it was there might give him the strength to workout a way to save his business. convinced he had half a million dollars behind him. a nurse came running up and grabbed the old man. Rockefeller. he returned to the park with the un cashed check. "Take this money. "I believe I can help you. Exactly one year later. Whether actually it is there or not doesn't matter." he said. "I'm so glad I caught him!" she cried. he thought. stunned. wondering if anything could save his company from bankruptcy. wrote out a check. With renewed optimism. buying and selling. he realized that it wasn't the money. he was out of debt and making money once again. But instead. Rockefeller. the old man appeared. so the number of potatoes that a child . From the above story we can make out that Confidence is nothing but vision held positively no matter what. signed by John D. the executive decided to put the un cashed check in his safe.” And she led the old man away by the arm. Suddenly. head in hands. "I hope he hasn't been bothering you. Suddenly an old man appeared before him. Suppliers were demanding payment. Meet me here exactly one year from today. It was his newfound self-confidence that gave him the power to achieve anything he went after. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes.000. But just as the executive was about to hand back the check and share his success story.
he told him that was all he wanted. "With all your money you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house. He needed to come home immediately and take care things. and knowing his father could well afford it. and willed all of his possessions to his son. Before he could make arrangements. but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely. he raised his voice at his father and said." Touching life story. A young man was getting ready to graduate college.. Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. Finally. every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. can you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart for your lifetime?" Moral of the Story: Throw away any hatred for anyone from your heart so that you will not carry sins for a lifetime. those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. "Learn to Forgive and Forget. some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes.will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates. As Graduation Day approached. sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. leaving the holy book. Forgiving others is the best attitude to take. Besides. and told him how much he loved him. the children were relieved because the game had finally ended. he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away. and thought perhaps he should go to him. Curious. The teacher then told the children to carry with them the potatoes in the plastic bag wherever they go (even to the toilet) for 1 week.. So when the day came. Angrily. the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car.. . When he arrived at his father's house. Days after days passed by. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom. Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go.. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son. After 1 week. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week. on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. He had not seen him since that graduation day. leather-bound Bible. but realized his father was very old. The teacher asked: "How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for 1 week?" The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family. Some had 2 potatoes. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box.
and we don't have to travel anywhere special to experience them.PAID IN FULL.." The girl hesitated. the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired... the following received the most votes: 1. China's Great Wall While gathering the votes.. St. As he read those words. (She hesitated a little. 3. to touch. to taste.. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many. "I think the Seven Wonders of the World are: 1. Enjoy your gifts! .." The teacher said. It had a tag with the dealer's name. and maybe we can help. he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. then read.. On the tag was the date of his graduation.. the students were asked to list what they considered to be the Seven Wonders of the World.) 5.. a quiet girl. With tears. a little. and to love. just as he had left it years ago.. The quiet girl replied. 2. to hear. At the end of the lesson. you could have heard a pin drop. Egypt's Great Pyramids 2... Peter's Basilica 7.. The Panama Canal 5. the teacher noted that one student. 4. to see. May this story serve as a gentle reminder to all of us that the things we overlook as simple and ordinary are often the most wonderful . How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? The Seven Wonders of the World Junior high school students in Chicago were studying the Seven Wonders of the World. and the words. a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Bible.. hadn't turned in her paper yet. 7. "Well. to laugh. to feel. Though there was some disagreement. The room was so quiet.. "Yes. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. The Taj Mahal in India 3. 6. and then added. tell us what you have. The Empire State Building 6.He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible.. The Grand Canyon in Arizona 4.
About a week after his death. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end. but I've a favor to ask. find something beautiful to notice. "we'd love to meet him. The things we often take for granted. I'm coming home. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. life is not measured by the number of breaths we take. "Each of us is put here on earth to learn. but which I feel is very important. I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us. or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees. I would like to share with all of you. she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students. . and cherish them. perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house. It can be taken away at any moment. Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. "So I would like you all to make me a promise. With a gentle look of reflection on her face. For. He called his parents from San Francisco. but the things we didn't do. It doesn't have to be something you see.A Story worth Reading . "Please look for these things. I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester." The class was completely quiet. "Mom and Dad. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. Remember. although it may sound trite to some. on your way to school. or walk on the beach at sunset. Every once in a while. Go barefoot. I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband died suddenly of a heart attack. love. or the way the morning light catches one autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground. it could be a scent." they replied. but by the moments that take our breath away. these things are the 'stuff' of life. "Class is over. . We must make it important to notice them. is not the things we did that we often regret. and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook. appreciate and give of ourselves. for at anytime it can all be taken away. As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me. she paused and said. Perhaps this is the Powers way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day. For as we get older. Another one… A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam." "Sure. or on your way home." Her eyes beginning to water. she went on. share. a thought that is unrelated to class. she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down there. That afternoon. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double dip ice cream cone. From now on." .
"if the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or other nonsense. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live. 500 an hour" "Oh". . there's someone who won't treat us that way. beautiful. how much do you make an hour?" Daddy: "I make Rs. but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know. We have our own lives to live. The parents heard nothing more from him. he said. but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. "Dad. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy. the son hung up the phone. Mom and Dad. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him. their son had only one arm and one leg. What do we work for ?? Son: "Daddy." At that point. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting." said the father. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. He has nowhere else to go. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family. We find it easy to love those who are goodlooking or fun to have around. with his head down. Their son had died after falling from a building. Thankfully. or smart as we are. Looking up. then march yourself to your room and go to bed. they received a call from the San Francisco police." "No. The police believed it was suicide. "you don't know what you're asking. what it is?" Son: "Dad. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. and I want him to come live with us. A few days later. Why do you ask such a thing?" Son: "I just want to know. and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. they were told. The parents in this story are like many of us. may I please borrow Rs. however. regardless of how messed up we are. the little boy replied. He'll find a way to live on his own. Please tell me. how much do you make an hour" Daddy: "That's none of your business. son." "I'm sorry to hear that." "Son. I want him to live with us."There's something you should know the son continued. may I ask you a question" Daddy: "Yeah sure. 300?" The father was furious.
Have a nice day." replied the boy. "No daddy. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow.. may be I was too hard on you earlier"." the little boy replied. 500 now. I would like to have dinner with you" MORAL OF THE STORY It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life.. And come to think of it. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. "Why do you want money if you already had some?" the father grumbled. If we die tomorrow. the man had calmed down. the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. "Daddy I have Rs. "Because I didn't have enough. said the man. I'm awake. "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. then looked up at his father. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. reaching under his pillow he pulled some crippled up notes. The little boy slowly counted out his money. and started to think: "May be there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs.Think why you are being so selfish. "Are you asleep. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior" The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. "I've been thinking. Here's the Rs. but now I do.300 you asked for" The little boy sat straight up.. 300 and he really didn't ask for money very often!" The man went to the door of little boy's room and opened the door. Then. we pour ourselves more into work than to our family. "It takes a minute to have a crush an hour to like someone and a day to love someone but it takes a lifetime to forget someone" Be in touch. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so. smiling "oh thank you dad!" He yelled.. seeing that the boy already had money. those close to our hearts. The man. . son?" He asked. started to get angry again. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us.
Invite others towards good with wisdom. I said what you said but in a different way. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. Write down what it's about next to the line. show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. "I only wrote the truth. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind.1000 deposit amount. With Rs. Think differently and positively. Be creative. Soon the hat began to fill up. of discarding evil and developing goodness…." There were only a few coins in the hat. if you want to travel without fear. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind." What he had written was: "Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it. you must have the ticket of a good conscience. "Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?" The man said. and wrote some words. Monica's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook. He then took the sign." Do you think the first sign and the second sign were saying the same thing? Of course both signs told people the boy was blind. Prepare for the future without fear. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words. Great men say. turned it around. Keep the faith and drop the fear. put some money in. He held up a sign which said: "I am blind. Be innovative. When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry. In the journey of life. Face your past without regret." The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling… And even more beautiful is. take this passbook.A small thought…. knowing that you are the reason behind it!! Amazing Story: Monica married Hitesh this day. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. A man was walking by. please help. "Life has to be an incessant process of repair and reconstruction. . Live life with no excuse and love with no regrets. At the end of the wedding party. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked. Handle your present with confidence. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective? Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have.. Mother: 'Monica.
20 Mar: Rs. the more money you can put in.... you can know how much happiness you've had. Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it.100. after years.. Hitesh got promoted..300. We agree to divorce. they started fighting and arguing for trivial things. that's no big deal. But before that. When you look back after years.200..' Monica shared this with Hitesh when getting home.2000. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made...' Monica thought it was true..The more memorable the event is.. huh? One day Monica talked to her Mother: 'Mom. do one thing first. They regretted that they had married the most nasty people in the world. and so on. Do the others with Hitesh.1000. salary raise for Monica . This was what they did after certain time: . However. no more love. I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!' Mother: 'Sure. girl. I've done the first one for you today. ..15 Apr: Rs.7 Feb: Rs. They didn't talk much.1 Mar: Rs. we can't stand it anymore. Monica got pregnant . You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage. first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage . Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and spend it first. vacation trip to Bali ..1 Jun: Rs.Kind of typical nowadays.
I believe the money did not matter anymore after they had gone thru all the good years in their life. "When you fall. Life is about correcting mistakes . When she was home. she took a look at the passbook record. While she was waiting. in any way.5000. asked him to spend the money before getting divorce. She left and went home. Don't see the place where you fell. She looked. Her eyes were then filled with tears. Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not ask. and looked. Instead see the place from where you slipped. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind.So she went to the bank. waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account. The next day. And a line next to the record: 'This is the day I notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years. and looked. She found a new deposit of Rs. How much happiness you've brought me. she handed the passbook to Hitesh. Hitesh gave the passbook back to Monica. putting the passbook back to the safe.' They hugged and cried.
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