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