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SHORT STORIES Thanksgiving One day an expert in time management was speaking to a group of business students and, to drive

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.


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.

he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there." The father was crushed. Then one day. there's supposed to be something inside it?" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said. "No thanks. It is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged. it is not empty. "Son. but they had no child. The little boy found more perseverance and offered. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. OUR BABY HAS GONE A couple had been married for ten years. he was the apple of his parent’s eyes. With a smile on his face. The beautiful baby boy was born. I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now.. he seemed to have a fascination for electric plugs and sockets. I was just checking on the job I already have!" Kiss in a Box! The story goes that some time ago. He would try to stick his little fingers into the sockets in the walls. and he begged for her forgiveness. I'll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk. each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children. In a very real sense. Daddy. When the boy turned three. Father took some cello-tape and covered all the sockets in the house. they would carefully remove the tape and restore it back after the work was . the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said. Daddy. Needless to say. I like your attitude. friends. but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He yelled at her." Again the woman answered in the negative. I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job.. The druggist. a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. "Lady." The little boy replied. He put his arms around his little girl. "This is for you." "Lady. the wife was overjoyed to know that soon she would be a mother. family or God. Every time they needed to use a socket. "Oh. "I already have someone to cut my lawn. Nevertheless. the little boy replaced the receiver. Daddy. "Lady. The couple shared the joy of the baby growing in her tummy all through the nine months. walked over to the boy and said. who was listening to all this. so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of North Palm Beach. "Don't you know that when you give someone a present." The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn. I blew kisses into the box. Florida. can you give me the job of cutting your lawn?" The woman replied. He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction.The boy asked. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold. All for you.

It’s a package deal. the child was asleep in his baby cot. Playfully he pressed the switch with his other hand. its okay. Mother heard the baby scream as the powerful current shot through his little body. He gave us the beautiful experience of being mother and father. wet wood! Where was the catch? . By the time she reached him. When the monsoon season started. He offered him his own bed to sleep along with some simple but tasty food. It took only a few seconds. It was opened by a poor woodcutter who gave the 'stranger' a warm welcome. In the morning.” Their child was not going to come back. Don’t cry because it’s over. After that she forgot to cover the socket with tape. He picked up a small pair of scissors and stuck its prongs into the socket. Do what you like with it. But. The ground was full of slush. “It’s all over. Do you think he rebuked his wife for her negligence? No. Love is unconditional. We have to accept God’s will. found his way to the uncovered socket in the wall. smile because it happened. One day. he held her in his arms for she had also lost her only child. the buyer offered a sum that was a hundred times more than he was paying earlier. He said. our baby as gone” The man drove home like the wind. the king disclosed his real identity and asked him. When he showed the wood to the buyer. they still had each other to live for. The woodcutter was very happy. he knocked at the door of a tiny cottage in the jungle. As dusk fell. while taking leave of the wood cutter. He wandered alone in the forest. it was already too late. 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. so it was impossible to burn the wood to make coal. he’s left us. “Honey. there was heavy rainfall and the wood became wet. When she went in for a bath. what he could give in return for his hospitality. That’s what destiny had in store for us. the mother used the vacuum cleaner at one of the sockets. “This is yours from today. He had no choice but to carry the wet logs of wood to the market to sell it. “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. He’s gone. because they were too heavy for him to carry to the market place. A minute or two later the baby got up and incidentally. The wood cutter was confused! Earlier he was supplying coal whereas now it was wood and that too.” The wood cutter would cut trees and burn them to make coal.done. But perhaps the joy was meant to be short lived. All the virtues and vices of your partner come packaged in one capsule. Unable to control herself she called her husband and cried bitterly. The wood cutter being a simpleton asked. Several months passed.

” Chorused the fifteen odd children in the coach.” The parents were pleased but apprehensive. Well! They got married and lived in the United States. Shashi was told by a friend. we had gone to Singapore for a vacation. But. “Good. 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. They lived in Mumbai. Many of the senior members of our society may not be financially independent. that was something. “Mom. “Mom and Dad. Young men and women! Whether or not your parents are in need of financial help. “He had said to his fiancé. it is perhaps too late. They may have to extend a palm in front of their children for their daily needs and expenses. although. last year. Are you having fun?” “Yes. very rich man. They shall bless you for it! Incidentally. I have something to share with you. now all of you . But. “Who is she? What does she do?” asked Shashi anxiously. they did not expect. But. the girl. Let us understand the value of the human body given to us by the Almighty.The buyer told him that the wood that he had brought was no ordinary wood. by the time we realise that we are wasting our lives. called Kim. The sooner we realize. we had an elderly tourist guide. They were earning well enough to have a very comfortable life. at a party. your parents have brought you to Singapore. it was real Sandalwood! The wood cutter realised what a fool he had been. Many years later. Had he known. I LOVE MY PARENTS Shashi and her husband were the proud parents of two young boys. by now he could have been a very. 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. make it a point to give them something out of what you earn. I met a girl while I was in the United States and wish to marry her. including ours. “Shashi. both the boys went abroad. the better chance we shall have to put to good use our bodies as well as our lives. The older one. She said to all the children in the coach. She was an absolute tomboy full of vim and vigour. “I have a condition.” “Oh! What was it?” asked Shashi in surprise. “Children. She said that your son. They were an orthodox Hindu family. In the normal course of growing up and pursuing their higher education. the son was very sure that he wanted to marry. one day told his parents. We actually burn our bodies at both ends. 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. little realizing the value of this precious wood. had laid a condition before he had married her. The son chose his words carefully. He had cut and burnt hundreds of Sandalwood trees to make coal. for a holiday. madly in love with her. During one of our sightseeing tours. I met your daughter-in-law recently. those words that her son had said touched her heart. She told me a strange thing.

Steer clear of flatterers. it is our duty to give them our best. He is my worst critic and yet my best friend. you shall bring them for a holiday to Singapore!” What a beautiful thought! Our parents give us their best. This amount is ridiculous. I believe you lost father when you were young. authoritative voice. he even stopped taking his salary. Rawatji managed everything passionately as if it were his own. He has an uncanny sixth sense. you are miscalculating the overheads. At this age. “Ahmed. sabun bina. everyone better know it!” Ahmed said. He said. They were tabulating the terms of the new agreement for the purchase of steel for the new plant.promise me. howsoever well qualified you may be. that when you are all grown up and your parents are old. It is only when you are able to identify your faults and acknowledge them that you can do something to improve yourself. Fifteen years ago. In turn. Father And Mother I Love You! POSITIVE CRITICISM Rawatji was the eighty years old clerk in the office of Ahmed. Nindak neare rakhiye. Pobody’s Nerfect. Yes. “Ahmed. Nobody’s Perfect. Ahmed was the head of a reputed business organization. “Who is that old man? Tell him to mind his own business. angan kuti chhawye! Bin pani. to the best of our ability. When I am the boss. experience and values that are at the root of all good decisions. “Age should think and Youth should do. 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. keep a critic tucked away in the courtyard of your house. he attends office everyday. FAMILY means. All they do is massage your ego! . Take criticism in a positive light. One day a client was sitting in a meeting with Ahmed. I wouldn’t allow anyone to use that tone with me. you can see your picture as the other guy sees it. He is my mentor. I mean. but it is good old commonsense. to the best of their ability. Rawatji listened quietly in a corner. Nirmal kare subhaye!! This means. so how can I be? He sees through the mistakes I make. use it to introspect and improve yourself. experience and values. in business.” The learned Fakir Kabir said. his experience far outweighs ours. He groomed me the way my father would have.” The client raised his eye brows and said. Go over it again. Suddenly he said in a stern. Father passed away when I was only eighteen. Who was that old man and why did you allow him to speak to you like that? As the head of the organization. “My father had started this business house with Rawatji as his clerk. the client sat with Ahmed in an easy mood. The meeting being over. And for commonsense. who else can I turn to but Rawatji? Even Baba says. You know. “He is my father!” Ahmed looked into the detail of the calculation and realized that his junior staff had indeed made a mistake. Besides.” Ahmed paused for a moment and then said.

I want to die. “This man would happily pay you two lacs of rupees. All she asked was.THE OTHER SIDE A Father was reading a magazine and his little daughter every now and then distracted him. “I am very poor. She said that whenever a baby was born in the family (it was an extended family). sick and suffering. old. or I do not wish to live.” The poor man shook his head and said. in search of good workers. he tore one page on which was printed the map of the world. I made the face perfect to get the map right. Seek out work. she said. “My dear. He was sure she would take the whole day to get it done. Please help me to become rich. Dad. look at the other side. went to a priest and said. The world is waiting for you. If you work and prove your worth to your employer. “No. whether it was a boy or a girl. “I don't want to go through the pain.” The priest shrugged his shoulders and said. Come back tomorrow. I do not wish to give him my eye. Make use of your limbs.. You are richer than many thousands of people who are disabled. If you want. "Oh.. You will be surprised to see an easy way to tackle the problem. 'Yes'. Get up and get to work.. “If you are so concerned about your good looks. You do not know its value. There is no dearth of jobs.” said the man. I shall think of something else. He said “This man is suffering from kidney failure. The priest introduced him to a blind man and said.” This reminds me of what my mother once told me. the priest had another guest sitting by his side." She ran outside to play.. leaving the father surprised. When he asked how she could do it so quickly. come again tomorrow. Good establishments are in fact. if you would donate one of your eyes to him. My late grand-mother never asked.” The following day. There is always the other side to whatever you experience in this world. “Is the child normal? Are all the limbs complete? Is the mother alright?” . Whenever we come across a challenge or a puzzling situation. He tore it into pieces and asked her to go to her room and put them together to make the map again.. You can earn this money today.” The next day this poor man went to the priest's house again. give me a day to think what I can do to help you to become rich.. You only have to say. “That shall disfigure my handsome face. who was full of self-pity. you can sell one of your kidneys to him for a fair sum of rupees three lacs.” The priest thought for a moment and said. I am totally disillusioned because I have nothing. This is your greatest wealth. But the little one came back within minutes with a perfect map.” Then the priest said. “Alright. there is a man's face on the other side of the paper. he shall surely value you. THE POOR MAN A man. This deal shall not even hamper your good looks. To keep her busy. God has given you a perfect body.

lest we have to regret in retrospect for missing out on them. He silently sent a blessing to the salesman who had reminded him to buy what he had tagged. Finally every thing was finalized and the order was placed. They cost precious little. A normal healthy child is all she asked for. They selected some simple fittings for the kitchen and the bathrooms. it is valuing and appreciating the things you already have. When the house was ready. they selected a simple and inexpensive one and made their way home. One bright sunny day they set out to buy light fittings for their dream house. The salesman showed them a lovely chandelier for the drawing room. so they decided to build a small cottage for themselves. love. Let's not overlook them and start valuing them. the lady switched on the night light. you have not taken a look at our range of 'the most important light' for your house. “Sir. we should value it and put it to good use. as the salesman led him to a corner where there was a delightful array of night lights. this was a great attitude.In a society obsessed with male progeny.' So too. empathy. As they were about to settle down into their cosy bed for the night. Contentment they say. In fact the most important things in our lives are not actually 'things'. They are insignificant and inexpensive. Soon they slept. But it was expensive. but they are the most important things in our lives. all of us who are lucky to be blessed with normal healthy bodies are indeed wealthy. After much contemplation they decided to buy it. laughter. is not achieving all that you dreamt of. Now they had discharged all their liabilities. THE NIGHT LIGHT An old couple was building a small house for themselves. they moved in. He got up and was pleasantly surprised to note that the light emitted by the tiny night bulb was enough for him to find his way to the washroom without any apprehension. 'the most important light. They then proceeded with the porch lights and the garden lights. As the old man was about to sign the cheque for the total amount.” The old man raised his eyebrows. They are family. Your family and friends are like the night light that provides light when all other lights are off! . The sex of the child was very secondary. sacrifice etc. They indulged themselves with a lovely set of bed side lamps for their bedroom. yet most significant and valuable. So. It was delicate and beautiful. kindness. the salesman said. It was made of crystal and had candle bulbs in it. All their lives they had spent on their children's upbringing. it is with the small things in life that make the path of our life comfortable and pleasant. At midnight the old man woke to answer nature's call. Well. We just need to understand that this is the greatest wealth that God could bestow upon us and so.

her beak was in the water. They slept on jute mats on the floor. We work hard from dawn to dusk. En route they stopped at many temples. 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. They bathed in the stream. All of us here wake up at the break of day. A little sparrow was sitting on the edge of one of the buckets. They then went to collect fire wood. The king offered his prayers at each of the temples. pastries and cheese puffs. two of the Sadhus went to the stream to fetch water. The Vaidya had to sit idle all the time because no body seemed to fall sick there. they spent most of their time in meditation. not live to eat. After collecting some dried wood. One day. The tiny bird flew away. The sage's people brought a Vaidya (Ayurvedic doctor) to attend to the King.GOOD HEALTH There was a king called Sheelbhadra. Accordingly. During the night the king became sick. “Let me tell you the mantra of our good health. Our rooms are cooled by the breeze of trees we have planted all around. The king recovered in a couple of days. eating simple food and working hard are the three legs of the tripod of good health. “Hush! Hush!” he cried out. pakoras and rasmalais. Some young sadhus lived there. They lived simply. We use gadgets to execute all the menial jobs around us. I am fed up of sitting idle all the time. 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. Most importantly. the Vaidya was put up in the Ashram. He said that he would provide for a monthly sum to be paid as salary to the Vaidya. We eat frugally because we eat to live. They filled a bucket each and set them near the hermitage. They brought water from the nearby stream to cook.” The sage smiled. The Vaidya went on. Where is there room for any illness to creep in?” What a profound statement! Living close to nature. he saw from close quarters. One evening as dusk fell. This place has fresh air and sunlight. Months passed. They ate mostly wild fruits and berries. but when it comes to eating. They found the hermitage of a sage. wash and clean the hermitage. “Tell me. They stopped over for the night. the hard life style of the residents of the ashram. Some days passed like this. One of the Sadhus ran forward to scare it away. . During his stay at the ashram. It was a very cold day. One day the Vaidya got fed up of his idleness and said. so they thought that they would heat some water for bathing. the king's party looked around for a place to spend the night. “Oh sage! I really don't think that I am needed here. they got back. They had left behind their families to meditate and free themselves from worldly attachments. He along with a number of ministers and courtiers was on a pilgrimage. The air was cool and clean. To express his gratitude. Please ask the King to relieve me of my services. he asked the sage to keep the Vaidya there on a permanent basis. In today's world we want to satisfy our taste buds with pizzas and burgers.

When they reached the buckets. listens to our prayers? These are all a means of earning for you Brahmins. but let me ask you something first. got up and said rudely. was able to physically lift the other one and throw him further. "Then do you think she would have heard my abuses?" "Of course she would have and I'm going to kill you for that." Then Panditji said. it is mine. she does.” “Of course not. called Gopa. the first Sadhu reached out to pick up the bucket that had not been touched by the sparrow. Who knows what reaches God? You are just wasting our time. That one is yours. A young man. Hold your tongue or I'll kill you." The Preacher asked the youngster to sit down and meet him later after the session was over.” The argument went on. When he did it for the fifth time. "Of course she does! But how does that concern you? The Preacher repeated." shouted Gopa. The sadhu landed with a thud and his foot hit the same bucket over which they had been fighting. Does your mother sleep with her doors and windows closed?" Gopa looked at him angrily and said. All the water spilled out! Let us look at this objectively Firstly. “Wait a minute that was my bucket. isn't it?" "Yes." he shrieked. had the water become impure due to the sparrow's touch? It was drawn from the stream. Leave my bucket alone. Why don't you just wind up your talk now? Enough is enough. "Keep my mother out of this. "Kill me if you must. that one is mine. then how is it that my words of prayer would not reach the Lord who is omnipresent?" .” “Why should I leave it. that the quantity of water was reduced? Secondly. being more able bodied. 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. what proof do you have that this so called God of yours. "What an insolent brat you are! Didn't your mother ever teach you any manners? Sit down quietly or I'll beat the daylights out of you. if you are sure that my words of abuse could penetrate through closed doors and windows. to reach your mother. the Preacher raised his voice and said." That was the last straw.” “I put mine. All wild birds and animals would be drinking from it all the time! Thirdly. They had a scuffle and one of the sadhus. Gopa sprang up to the stage and caught the Preacher by the neck and said. the water was going to be used for just bathing. "Panditji. on this side. "She sleeps with her doors and windows tightly shut. how much water could the sparrow possibly have drunk. The other sage said. "Well. till they caught hold of each other's neck. The fellow continued to interrupt and disturb the session.

The Preacher got up and put his hands on Gopa's shoulders. by this time. It continues: The hare was disappointed at losing the race and he did some soul-searching. He was at a loss for words. but to run as a team this time. continued walking and finished the race. methodical and reliable. but will also create opportunities for growth and advancement. Be sure that God listens to every word that you utter in His praise. swam to the opposite bank. someone told me a more interesting version of this story. If you have two people in your organization. They started off. the fast and reliable chap will consistently climb the organizational ladder faster than the slow. The hare agreed. make sure you do some sort of research. This time. had become pretty good friends and they did some thinking together. the hare took off and ran at top speed until he came to a broad river. There. In an organization. On . But then recently.Gopa's jaw dropped. the hare went all out and ran without stopping from start to finish. But the story doesn't end here. He even reads your thoughts!" Many a times when you stand in front of the deity in a temple. but on a slightly different route. one slow. make a report and send it upstairs. In keeping with his self-made commitment to be consistently fast. The finishing line was a couple of kilometers on the other side of the river. careless and lax. got into the river. He realized that he'd lost the race only because he had been overconfident. and the other fast and still reliable at what he does. the tortoise took over and swam across with the hare on his back. if you are a good speaker. "My friend. He won. He also listens to every word that you utter for anything and to anyone. 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. So he challenged the tortoise to another race. you utter no words. methodical chap. make sure you create opportunities to give presentations that enable the senior management to notice you. and this time the hare carried the tortoise till the riverbank. and then challenged the hare to another race. So they decided to do the last race again. Not only that. I used those words. and realized that there's no way he can beat the hare in a race the way it was currently formatted. It's good to be slow and steady. He thought for a while. He released the Preacher from his hold. The tortoise agreed. If your strength is analysis. They started off. Working to your strengths will not only get you noticed. The story still hasn't ended. The hare and the tortoise. I'm sorry. The tortoise did some thinking this time. But that was the only way I could have made you understand. The hare sat there wondering what to do. The moral of the story? First identify your core competency and then change the playing field to suit your core competency. Both realized that the last race could have been run much better. you pray within your heart. That is the version of the story that we've all grown up with. The moral of the story is fast and consistent will always beat the slow and steady. but it's better to be fast and reliable. In the meantime the tortoise trundled along.

well-poised and proud lady.. you haven't seen the room just wait. “I already decided to love it . ATTITUDE The 92-year-old." she replied. letting the person with the relevant core competency for a situation take leadership”. When we stop competing against a rival and instead start competing against the situation. So.just for this time in my life. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged. I provided a visual description of her tiny room.. but unless you're able to work in a team and harness each other's core competencies." she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. sometimes it is appropriate to work harder and put in more effort. Note that neither the hare nor the tortoise gave up after failures. Sometimes it is appropriate to change strategy and try something different. even though she is legally blind. she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. “I love it.It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. it's how I arrange my mind. The hare decided to work harder and put in more effort after his failure. In life. we perform far better.the opposite bank. the hare again carried the tortoise and they reached the finishing line together. I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work. moved to a nursing home today. The hare and the tortoise also learnt another vital lesson.” Old age is like a bank account. you withdraw from what you've put in. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator. The moral of the story. There are more lessons to be learnt from this story. “It's good to be individually brilliant and to have strong core competencies. my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories. They both felt a greater sense of satisfaction than they'd felt earlier. making the move necessary. or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing. including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window." "That doesn't have anything to do with it. The tortoise changed his strategy because he was already working as hard as he could. "Mrs. with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied. I have a choice. . who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home. Each day is a gift. when faced with failure. petite. Teamwork is mainly about situational leadership. and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away . Jones. And sometimes it is appropriate to do both. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away. you'll always perform below par because there will always be situations at which you'll do poorly and someone else does well. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time.

Love asked. "Love. Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production." But Happiness was so over overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him. When he got ready for bed." It was an elder." Sadness answered. Love began to cry. Then she heard a voice say. Love then found Knowledge and asked thename of the saviour "It was Time". When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar and admire the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate's treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window. Love asked. "Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled. Can I come with you on your boat?" Richness answered. Each and every time. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. help me please. the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck. Happiness. love decided it was time to leave.LOVE Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived." Next. sadness. "Happiness. "I'm sorry. Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box. "Sadness. "Richness. Love saw Sadness passing. You're going to do better than me. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave. "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat. Vanity said. please take me with you. They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. When the jar was filled. I will take you with me. "But why did Time help me when no one else would?". but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere. Love realized how much she owed the elder. This old town's mill not going to hold you back." PICKLE JAR The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom. Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank." "I can't help you". Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity and answered." Then." . "Come Love. Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar. Love said. "Vanity. Love saw Happiness and cried out. Love was the only one that stayed. One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. son. please let me go with you. including love. I'm sorry but I just need to be alone now. knowledge and all the others. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name. As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar. Knowledge answered. "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is. Dad would look at me hopefully." Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel. She began looking for someone to ask for help. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. Love cried out. as we drove to the bank. When the island was almost totally under.

"The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born. it came to no surprise for my dad to find me at the top of a 30-foot tree swinging back and forth. She was hanging on the first big limb. I scampered down the tree to safety. about ten feet below me. About that time a huge gust of wind came over the tree. To my amazement. I told my wife Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life as a boy. I always got chocolate. taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. her nine-year-old brain had to first imagine falling. As they rattled around with a brief. poles. She had fallen out of the tree. I could hear the leaves start to rattle and the tree begin to sway. as if it had never been removed. When the clerk at the ice cream parlor handed Dad his change. her eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser. I was always climbing trees. happy jingle. I walked over to the pickle jar. Hold on tightly. With a gamut of emotions choking me. Tammy. "Tammy. then try to tell the brain not to do what it just imagined. how much my dad had loved me. Whereas. In my mind. was also in the same tree. we spent the holiday with my parents. When I married. I heard Tammy screaming at the top of her lungs." He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar." she said softly. "But you'll get there. when Tammy's mother felt the gust of wind. "These are for my son's college fund. and pulled out a fistful of coins. people who rely on internal pictures cannot see a negative at all. My older cousin. So." he said. After dinner Susan noticed something and beckoned me to join her. we grinned at each other. dug down into my pocket. I just thought it was fun to be up so high.Also. as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier. each and every time. The next thing I know. don't fall!" And Tammy did fall. he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm. Tammy's mother also noticed us at the exact time my dad did. I'll see to that. "Bart. My dad later told me why she fell and I did not." So I did. it defined. and I finished college and took a job in another town. and literally hanging around upside down from the rafters of our lake house. "You'll get to college on pennies." We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream cone. she yelled out. Dad always got vanilla. My little eight-year-old brain didn't realize the tree could break or I could get hurt. he would grin proudly. stood the old pickle jar." The years passed. I dropped the coins into the jar. I remember my dad's voice over the wind yell. Apparently. After dinner. My dad then explained to me that the mind has a very difficult time processing a negative image. my . the bottom already covered with coins. He'll never work at the mill all his life like me. laying flat on the ground. nickels. In fact. "Look. dimes and quarters. POWER OF POSITIVE WORDS As a kid. more than anything else. we'll start filling the jar again. Mom and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa. In order for Tammy to process the command of not falling. "When we get home.

Write these phrases down so you will begin to catch yourself as they occur and change them. But: Negates any words that are stated before it. Might: It does nothing definite. Can't/Don't: These words force the listener to focus on exactly the opposite of what you want.) 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." Likely result: Watches more television. Try: Presupposes failure. Usage of negative words has a toxic effect. Better language: "I read too much television makes people stupid. This is a classic mistake that parents and coaches make without knowing the damage of this linguistic error. 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. Here is a list of Toxic Vocabulary words. Notice when you or other people use them.eight-year-old brain instantly had an internal image of me hanging on tightly. Should Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen (and implies guilt. It leaves options for your listener Would Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually 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. Please spread the positivity! . If: Presupposes that you may not.

I yelled and knocked and pounded at the door. I said. "Don't do that. I begged. Stop it. I screamed.' And I did. But. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over. I thought I would gag. "You don't understand. Only it was not like the first one. "Stop it! I'm getting so dizzy! I'm going to be sick!" I screamed. There was a time when I was just a lump of red clay. but if I hadn't done that." As the lady handed it to them. "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. 'Not yet!' Then suddenly he put me back in to the oven. this is much better. you never would have hardened. Oh. after I cooled he picked me up and he brushed and painted me all over. pounded and patted me over and over and I yelled out. 'I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded and patted. The fumes were horrible. I was ready to give up. wondering "What's he going to do to me next?" An hour later he handed me a mirror and said 'Look at yourself. "Not yet!" Then WHAM! I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. and especially teacups. Stop'. quietly. My master took me and rolled me. There was a couple who took a trip to England to shop in a beautiful antique store to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. You would not have had any color in your life. He only shook his head and said. . but if I had stopped. Spotting an exceptional cup." but he only smiled. I was convinced I would never make it. where I cooled and waited and waited. then.THE TEA CUP Love this story or not. but if I hadn't put you there.' he said.' 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 cried. you'd have dried up. they asked "May we see that? We've never seen a cup quite so beautiful. I pleaded. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel. 'Not yet'. and I began to cool. ‘Oh. you will not be able to have tea in a tea cup again without thinking of this. It's beautiful. He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf. I cried. suddenly the teacup spoke. but had I just left you alone. the door opened. 'Not yet. and gently said. I never felt such heat. They both liked antiques and pottery. you would have crumbled." I thought. Just then the door opened and he took me out and again placed me on the shelf. I know it hurt and it was hot and disagreeable in the oven. I'm beautiful!!!' Quietly he spoke: 'I want you to remember. I have not always been a teacup. This was twice as hot and I just knew I would suffocate. ‘That's not me. But the master only nodded and said. please. that couldn't be me." "I don't like it!" "Let me alone. When I thought I couldn't bear it another minute. you would have cracked. that felt so good! "Ah.

“I have many vices. smoking. drugs etc. cheat and even kill for the thrill! Going to a temple. A large number of youngsters are into drinking. when life seems to "stink". a deficiency of values. you wouldn't have survived for long because the hardness would not have held. one Sunday. sit down and reflect on this story and then. You'll be glad you did.” Alex opened his mouth. 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.' The moral of this story is this: God knows what He's doing for each of us. GIVE UP ONE VICE The younger generation of today has by and large. He decided to try out the advice of the preacher. 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. a church. But from today. I promise to give up one of them. she was asking for the week's account. One by one.” he said demurely. He said. all your vices shall automatically leave you. Now you are a finished product. What . where were you this morning? All of us went to the Café. Some of them guffawed. Mom never suspected anything. tell lies to parents. Brew a cup of your favorite tea in your prettiest tea cup. have a little talk with the 'Potter'. etc. his mother asked him how much he had spent that week. and you are being pounded and patted and pushed almost beyond endurance. get angry. when your world seems to be spinning out of control. food. I have no control over my anger. Please help me God!” Alex made a beginning. “I went to the Church. Now. Later in the day.” he said firmly. and we are His clay. stationery. “The what?” they chorused. when you feel like you are in a fiery furnace of trials. “Children. After the service was over.If I hadn't put you back in that second oven. you can make a start towards a good life. he went to the confession box and said softly. I shall stop telling lies. Alex looked the other way and managed to swallow his pride. They asked him. he was out with his friends. He happened to be very disturbed that day. The prevalent life style encourages youngsters to throw tantrums. I am addicted to alcohol and cigarettes and doubt if I can give them up. The preacher delivered a sermon on how the vices bring about our downfall. But if you can bring yourself to give up just one of your vices. Every week he would hike up the account a little so that he could buy himself some alcohol and a couple of cigarettes. Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you. “The Church. Others sniggered and looked amused. a gurudwara or a mosque is sacrilegious! One such young boy called Alex went to the church. pleasing and perfect will. “Alex. Alex was in the habit of giving her an account with inflated figures. He is the potter. go to nightclubs. 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. She usually asked for an account of his weekly expenses over petrol. try this. not to lie. In the evening. So when life seems hard. have pre-marital sex.

The boy would dance around the hermit and sing village songs for him. he was not getting cranky and had no cause for throwing tantrums. he gave her the correct amount. The villagers would some times visit him and he would tell them about the purpose and value of human birth. The wind was . Tatia was a mischievous teenager who had endeared himself to the hermit by his naughty yet loving ways. but the wind blew it out before he could so much as touch the matchstick to the wick. Now put it into this little brass lamp and spread out its cotton base well. the rest of them followed suit. do you really want to learn meditation?” “Yes. “Now light the lamp with a matchstick. The hermit would ask him to sit still and repeat the Gayatri Mantra after him. As a result. That's wonderful son!” She gave him the amount he had spent and a hug too! That unnerved him! Now. if they wished to learn meditation. He said.” Tatia struck the match. It was a little windy. he noticed the bald patch on the head of the man sitting in front of him.” MEDITATION There was a hermit who lived in the forest a little away from a village. No money for cigarettes too! He found that he was sleeping better. There was a lamp lying next to him along with some cotton. but the boy would keep on fidgeting. He was sure the hermit would punish him for his antics yesterday. For the first time. The hermit said.” he would say. During one meditation session. He would want to giggle or scratch his nose just when he had been told to sit still. but his mind would travel at a thousand miles per hour. The next day. When the group was about to disperse. but he would insist that they would have to spend more time with him than just a couple of minutes. Now pour in the oil. he had no money to buy himself a single alcoholic drink. Twist it well between your fingers and make it tight. The rest of them just walked out of the doorway.should he do? How should he give her the wrong figures? He was under oath not to lie. meditation on light. for making me a different person. One day. the hermit told the villagers about Jyoti meditation i. I just had to show the way out to the first one. “I have come to thank you. That's right. Tatia tried too. a much happier Alex stood outside the confession box again. “Alex. The villagers would ask him to teach them meditation. the hermit asked Tatia to come alone the next day. So the following week. He would tell them that the mind needs to learn to concentrate. Tatia was busy looking at the ant that was climbing on to the sleeve of his father. The hermit saw it all. 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. the hermit was waiting under the Banyan tree for Tatia. “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.” said the boy somewhat meekly. Two months later. “Tatia. that is the first step towards God realization. He told them that it was one of the simplest ways to meditate. Good.e. “Alright make a wick out of this cotton wool. Some of the villagers learnt how to do it too. you've been very thrifty this week. oil and a matchbox.” Tatia followed instructions. I didn't know that all it took was giving up just one vice. He had a small hut made from mud with a thatched roof. He tried again with the other matchstick. She raised her eyebrows. there was no extra money with him.

"Good pastime. He was throwing small pebbles into it from time to time. The hermit smiled and said. but the number of ripples that were made in the process were a lot more than before." offered the man. it shall be erased by the tensions. eh?" "Hmmm. "they spread further and further. Tatia was able to light the lamp with the first matchstick he had struck. but if he exposes his knowledge to the world before it is strong enough. When the fire was burning strongly the hermit said. this stone throwing." "And soon. “Let's go into the hut. He was intrigued to see that after every few minutes or so. the lamp went out." The boy said. But as soon as the hermit moved his hands away. He proceeded to set fire to that end of the log by holding it over the little brass lamp. "Sure. after a while. Go ahead and look for it. The hermit smiled knowingly and said.” The boy put his hand into the water and tried to take the stone out.” The boy said. but each time it went out before he could light the lamp.faster than him again." The man tossed a pebble into the water and continued. He was able to take the stone out. it is absolutely still. Perhaps we can do it together. “The flame is too gentle and weak. The hermit said. whims and fancies. if we go out again the wind shall blow it out. Tatia looked confused and nervous. But he only succeeded in making more ripples. Some time later. but it went out again. it shall be strong enough to set the whole jungle ablaze!” THE RIPPLES A man was sitting by a lake. jealousies. it's impossible to light the lamp in the wind. The mind has to go to a quiet place. The boy went up to the man and said.” So they went inside the hut." 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 managed to bring the match to the wick. He tried a third time. "Only till I toss a pebble into it now do you see the ripples?" "Yeah. Tatia said. “I'll try and shelter the match as you light it. “Now Tatia. “Can we go out now?” The hermit shook his head and said. The boy said. idiosyncrasies. almost as if it was determined to defy. “What if we want to stop the ripples? The root cause of the ripples is the stone. There were only a couple of match sticks left in the box. the water is still again. desires etc of the world. "Yeah. the man said softly. Strangely the wind became stronger. He seemed to be deep in thought and obviously did not wish to be disturbed. . “Likewise. to withdraw from worldly thoughts before it can experience the light of God. it is. “Does that mean that I can never take this lamp outside?” The hermit picked up a log. "Look at the water.” said the man. rolled a strip of cloth over one end and dipped it in oil. Lets take the stone out. the man would toss a pebble into the lake. it becomes quiet. Similarly a person may learn something about God. A young boy happened to cross by. the mind too has to be taken away from the hustle and bustle and the noises of life. It has to be sheltered from the cobweb of thoughts and desires. if we take this flame to the woods and the wind catches the flame. Again and again Tatia lit the match." The man continued.

Slowly. diet restrictions etc. Understandably. he suffered another stroke. “Grandpa. Most important of all he developed an attitude of love towards all. This is what it said. I had a close brush with death when I was thirty four. But if we can stop ourselves from throwing the pebble in the first place. put it through the triple filter test of authenticity. revealing the crow's feet at the corners of his twinkling eyes. For a couple of months. no nonvegetarian food. He stayed at the hospital for a month. No drinking. 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. It was then that I learnt how life should be lived. While he was convalescing. it is with our minds. If a disturbance has entered into the mind. tensions. The doctors had told him in no uncertain terms that if he did not behave himself he could start counting his days. Trivedi suffered a heart attack. he started feeling better and better. it will take its own time to die down. “It is not possible to stop the movement of the water once a pebble has been thrown into it. “My dearest baby. no tensions. a completely changed man.The wise man said. Once the disturbance has been caused it takes time to ebb out. he sat with his grand daughter one evening. life style changes. What would happen to them. Trivedi followed everything religiously. one by one the restrictions started slipping. She asked. long hours at work. He looked at his beautiful wife and two little daughters. the ripples can be avoided altogether! So too. if he were to die? He followed the directions of the doctors. smoking etc. no smoking. That started a series of thoughts. If a thought enters into it. I expect to pass Through life but once. Any kindness . how are you so good? How do you manage to love so many people?” The old man smiled. A friend gave me a book. helpful and loving. all played havoc with his health. THE LAST DAY OF MY LIFE At the age of thirty. He came home.” Before you allow a thought or a piece of information to enter your mind. As time went by. a friend gave him a book to read. Slowly and surely he regained his health. If therefore there be. Time surely is a great healer. At the age of seventy four. about the purpose of life. friends. Rich food. but prevention is always better than cure. His attitude was always positive. regular walks etc. It had a poem in it. He fostered love on who ever came his way. Too many conflicting thoughts just cause more and more disturbances. goodness and value. He was sent home with a long list of do's and don'ts. relatives and neighbours started seeking his help and advice on various issues for he seemed to be wiser than his contemporaries. Even trying to forcibly remove the thought may further increase the turmoil in the mind. medicines. it creates ripples. Four years later.

For I shall not pass This way again. “My precious child. having no bar of soap in them! There was no way to make out the difference between a full wrapper and an empty one. The process of handling each one separately for this purpose seemed to be very cumbersome. what I would do on the last day of my life. When she opened one of the packets. He had obviously learnt and lived it over and over. He proposed an expenditure of a large amount to put this system into place. He recited the poem boisterously without faltering. the worker brought a strong industrial fan. I thank God. So I try to do only that. for being alive. for the empty packs would not get detected by a normal x-ray machine. that during the process of wrapping. Let me do it now. it was just an empty wrapper! She lodged a complaint against the manufacturer and got her claim. 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. Then he said. one or two wrappers did get through. After a detailed investigation. An uneducated worker said. I live each moment as if it were my last. there was a task before the management of the soap factory. “Excuse me Sir. For I shall not pass This way again. the technical head was given the job of devising a method to overcome the problem. it so happened that inevitably. it was discovered. Each morning when I wake up. for my impertinence. Or any good things I can do to any fellow being. So. I live each day as if it were my last.” The management hesitated initially. That being settled. There was no soap in there. The management heard him out and passed the order to release the funds and to buy the machinery that he had proposed. 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. He put it at an .” THE SOAP BOXES A lady bought some bathing soaps from a shop. The next day. but I have a solution that shall cost a fraction of what you are planning to go in for. she found that it was empty. But eventually they heard him out and agreed to try out his proposal.

In an instant. The sage said calmly. his eyes and his arms and all over. Guruji!” Still. Hundreds of birds of different kinds were eating and the sound of their twittering filled the air.” The disciples said. I do. you are scaring the birds. accompanied by his ministers and attendants. for a complex problem! This goes to prove that ideas are not the monopoly of the educated. I rule over them like a king too. The army halted there for the evening. The king moved his arms up and around to ward off the birds. “Your impertinence is intolerable. You are the one who knows not that this power is temporary. A simple solution. He said. you can come tomorrow. Oh King! Realize the power of love. “Guruji has retired for the day. The King was crossing through a jungle.” The next morning the King came to the hermitage dressed in his royal finery. Nearby was a hermitage. “Stop shouting.” That made the king even more furious. “Do you know who I am?” he shouted. He sent his Minister and some soldiers to seek an audience. “Maharaj wants to meet the sage. They told the disciples there. I said Pranam!” he said in an angry voice. “Guruji. The sage did not look up. The king said. The sage said. Guruji!” No answer. the birds quietened down and sat meekly at the feet of the sage. But the birds wouldn't leave him. “Pranam. The love of power shall bring about your downfall. You are the one who kills for the love of power. These birds would have killed you. The sage looked up and said. “Leave him! Leave him! Come to me my dears!” All at once. He wanted to rest. The sage said. The sage was sitting under a tree and scattering bajra seeds all around. The king decided to pay his respects to the sage there. “Yes. “All I ever gave these birds is love. . The love of power has blinded you and brought you to the level of a killer. The King walked up to the sage. They poked their beaks into his face.angle near the conveyor belt on which the packed soap bars were coming through and switched it on.” The king was beside himself with rage. “Pranam. The few empty wrappers that came through got blown off by the fan! The rest of them went past easily. hundreds of birds flew up and attacked the king. He spoke louder. He had captured the crown prince of the neighbouring kingdom and killed the King. I shall behead you just now!” He drew out his sword and raised it to strike the sage. Common sense is seldom common! THE POWER OF LOVE A mighty King was marching home after being victorious in a gruesome battle. but that's because they love me. One day another King shall kill you in the same way. no answer.

I am all alone here. some disillusioned and some vengeful. Be careful. The young man sipped the tea. An hour later there was another knock at the door. The old woman said firmly. One such night. “Oh! It's you my son. applied some ointment and bandaged it.” The young soldier winced and said. The woman said.” “I'll be on my way now. But right now. The heated exchange of words woke up the soldier. you may go if you wish to. I'm so happy to have you home. if he was in his own territory. “But. knocked at a lonesome cottage in the sinister darkness. you have to help him.” The son saw the other soldier and said. Sleep now!” . making an attempt to get up. “Shall I help you to take that shirt off. some wounded. I'm sure together we can do something for you. Without any questions. Against his wishes. 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. maybe I could look at the wound. she would surely find a way to kill him! Poison him perhaps! He was totally helpless. He cleaned it up. “This is my son. In the morning. “He's the enemy Mama! You put us all into danger by letting him in.” The boy said tersely.” The old woman motioned to her son and together they unbuttoned the stranger's torn shirt. lest you wake him up.” The mother said. let it be. It's been so many days.” she said simply. I need help.” The boy spoke some angry words but she stuck to her stand. the son. Sit down by the log fire and make yourself warm.” It's not what you gather. He said brusquely. you are under my care. a wounded soldier. “Mama! Who is that?” She replied. Look son.but the only power I ever exercise over them is the power of love and it is greatest power on this Earth. Others were dead and never did return. In an instant he saw the new entrant and realized that he was at the mercy of the enemy. “Look son. “Sssh! He's just slept. You need to see a doctor. The border areas were scenes of death and destruction. but he is not here. but not succeeding. He had lost a lot of blood. “No way. he's wounded badly. An old woman opened the door. “Nothing you can do. hesitations or semblance of fear she let the young fellow in. “Mama!” he called. Each night the soldiers would return to their barracks. I'll do whatever I can to help you. looking around uneasily. You're not going anywhere. dug out the bullet amidst a continuous flow of blood. The old lady said. Should he ask the old woman? If it was enemy territory. “Eat. “I have a bullet in my arm. upon his mother's insistence. He wasn't even sure. Another young soldier walked in.” She said.” said the soldier. Many soldiers had died in both the armies. My son too is in the army. enemy or not. She brought him some hot tea and a few slices of bread. “That's the best I can do.” But he knew that he needed help and soon.

I promise to try my best. Sirish watched curiously as father pressed the ‘delete’ key over and over again. Finally. “Temptation? What do you mean by that?” Father sat the innocent little boy in his lap and said. His little son Sirish was watching him. just send it right back. “I'll try my best. “Papa. It was a holiday. For some of them he did not even open the attachments clipped on. but instantaneously changed the hand-shake into an embrace.” The soldier was unnerved. after the other.In the morning after eating a wholesome breakfast of hot porridge. father read through and typed replies to. As father opened one e-mail. And that weapon was LOVE. Father asked “Who’s it.” said Sirish as he rose to open the door.” “Yes. 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.” It was Father’s turn to ask. Finally he said. Only a few of them. “We all need someone like your mother. They are sent by people who wish to tempt us to buy stuff that is not really good for us. he couldn’t contain himself and asked. to tell us that it's the enmity that has to be killed. but he had lots of mails to clear so he had brought his laptop home.' He knew that only one weapon was needed to kill all enmities. Mummy told me that they are just not good for my teeth. “How can I ever thank you?” She replied. “Temptation? What do you mean by that?” The little boy smiled and said. Papa. “Papa didn’t you tell me that when Temptation comes calling. He was back in a minute. “There was a lady selling chocolates at a discount. The soldier said. the door bell rang and father said. what are you deleting?” Father smiled mysteriously and answered. I hope you will too. son?” Sirish said. not the enemy. so I sent her away!” He continued. it was just Temptation. the soldier said to the old woman.” he extended his hand towards the son. “Temptation!” Sirish asked. I’m caught up. my child is something that tries to incite you into doing something or buying stuff that we don’t really need. A short while later. “Temptation. “By Killing the enmity.” The soldier left. The ‘enemy' is also made of flesh and blood like us and some of them have hearts of gold. These mails are called spam mails. 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. TEMPTATION Father was working on his laptop. “It’s okay Papa. You see it’s better to delete it as soon as it comes up. He just deleted them. Sirish noticed that for a large number of mails. but that night he understood the meaning of the term ‘brotherhood of man. “Sirish would you get that. That’s just what I did!” . not the enemy. father pressed the ‘delete’ key as soon as the e-mail was displayed on his screen. don’t reason out. If you study the whole write up.

He then asked for the curtain to be opened up. “Young man. Whatever you . But this man had not been seeing what was going on. The second one would some with a cloth and a bucket of water every day. So he said. Lo and behold! The same painting was to be seen on the opposite wall too! Amazing! But true! Each line. on the other side of the curtain. Moreover. “My Lord. Just then. “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. So how had he done it? The king wanted to know the secret. that was a tall statement. how did you do it?” The lad said simply. But the king loved surprises and he decided to give the young fellow a chance.” So the artist was given the job and he was very pleased indeed. the king happened to be constructing a big hall at the rear end of the palace. The reflection of the painting across the room. when would your work be ready? I am coming to see the first wall this evening. One day an artist came and said to the king. I shall make exactly what that man will make on the opposite wall. including the king and the first artist were intrigued. I promise you shall not be disappointed. He gave a double reward to the fellow. He was very. He encouraged artists from all over his country and gave them valuable gifts. “Oh King! Please allow me to work on the opposite wall. The first artist brought in a regular supply of paint. water etc. showed up in it! That is what it means to polish your self. After a month the first artist told the king that his work was complete and he would like to show it to the king. very impressed with the painting and gave a hefty sum as a reward to the artist. It is said that the world is a reflection of you. The king sent for the second artist and asked him. 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. “What would you like to make?” The man said. “Alright you may work on one of the walls in the new hall. But you must tell me.” Now.” The man said. I would even request you to have a thick curtain put up between the two walls so that either of us can not see the other. “Young man. Everyone in the king’s court. another young man said. oil. each minor detail was exactly as it was on the first wall. I too am an artist. “My Lord. It will be more beautiful than anything you have ever seen before. It’s the only way! THE PAINTING ON THE WALL There was a king who was a great admirer of art. Then he said. my wall is ready too!” The king went to see the first artist’s wall. without looking at his work.Setting an example is not just one of the ways of teaching your children.” Now. I am indeed very happy with your work. “Oh King! Give me a blank wall in your palace and let me paint a picture on it. I shall do so.” The king said.

My heart is soooo big. what is this?" He said. the world will seem to be that too. the world will look to be happy. hiding his smile and said. This is what Rajat read out: 1 red." Arushi sat down to work seriously. that I can put so many people into it. If my heart did not give love I would die. that is what the world will seem to be to you THE BEAUTIFUL HEART Arushi was only seven years old. Then why do people fight? . My heart loves all parts of my body. he read out his article that was a very good piece on the functioning of the heart. Then he said. angry. to speak for another minute. Her cousin Rajat who was twenty years old. dejected. Off you go now. restless . Rajat looked at her. My heart is When Raju break my dolly. My heart is cracked and breaked when people say a bad things to it. time. She wrote her article and gave it to Doctor Bhayia. If you are sad.. what my seven year old sister has to say on this topic. so she called him Doctor Bhayia (brother).. There is one like that in all of us. "Sure." The Professor in-charge was baffled. a part of my heart cried and died. you write something for me and I'll put it into my work. Mama says God lives in all hearts. 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 All of us have biiiig hearts. was studying medicine. "This is a picture of the human heart." "May I help you?" asked Arushi. "Sir. jealous. "Can you feel how its beating? It works hard all day to pump blood. as if trying to understand everything! He caught her little hand to place over his heart and said. On the day of the presentation. I am writing an article on the heart for my presentation. When I get new toys my heart jumps. her eyes shining. My heart does dhak-dhak all the It is in circolatury system and pumps all the blood. Only God knows how to make new hearts so we should try not to break them. If you are happy.are. but all the same he nodded his head in assent. "Doctor Bhayia. to share with you. Arushi thought he was already a doctor. She climbed onto his lap and asked." She looked at it curiously. One day she went to his room and found him studying a big book. I seek your permission.

the flesh and the blood. the only difference is that you are yet to become famous. At the end of the second round. started with bated breaths and pounding hearts. in front of such a voluminous audience and in the midst of so much talent. Twenty two entries had been selected from the hundreds of entries received. You need to train for longer hours. Let me tell you. Do you think that people like us who have made a name in the world of music are any different from you? No. They had the audience literally dancing to their tunes.” It was the turn of the third judge to speak now. “I wonder what prompted you to choose such a difficult composition to sing. Good luck to you. She fought to hold them back. The second round. The crowd was going berserk with enthusiasm. Little Arushi had seen beyond what doctors see. just how it should have been sung. you were brave to have chosen that song.There was pin-drop silence. centrestage and said to her. But don’t worry. Lady luck shall surely smile on you if you continue to persevere. Tears streamed down the girls cheeks. wept openly. we are also like you. All the young participants put forward their best. The singers had excelled. Those that did not make it. It was a rare honour to get a chance to sing on this platform. You have immense potential in you. There was a thunderous applause from the audience. Meera. only five contestants were short-listed. The first judge called one of contestants. You youngsters think that by singing a few numbers here and there you can become singers of repute. for they could not hold back the tears of disappointment. Don’t give up. 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. He said. In this field. you can make it if you practice consistently. You have sung it terribly! I cannot even count the number of mistakes you have made. The first round being one of elimination brought the number down to ten. You have my blessings. Come out of your Utopia.” He went on to sing a line from the same song to show this bewildered contestant. It was time for the final verdict. The contestants had sung in front of three eminent judges. The mike was passed on to the second judge. one is always a learner. The lucky five sang in the final round. “Well. The road is tough but it’s not impossible to conquer. but her eyelids were not strong enough to hold in control the flood of emotions that besieged her. I wish you luck. everyone stood up to give a standing ovation. be happy. even we are still learning. But you have a lot to learn yet. Soon the singing part was over.” The rest of the contestants went through their turns of listening to the opinions of the judges on their respective performances. He said. you just need to garner it right. men who had made a name for themselves in the world of music. you have to practice day and night. Then the Professor rose up from his seat and started clapping One by one. You have to train under the grand maestros. “First of all young lady I wish to congratulate you for having reached the final round. She had seen beyond the mechanics. having proved your mettle in such a sea of talent. What struck the audience was not the final . young lady.

Karam set to work the very next day. He employed a contractor who came with a large team of labourers. Karam and Mahipal. 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’. 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. Mahipal on the other hand.” All the young men helped to level out the land. When the road was ready. Life they say is a rocky road. recruited only a few labourers. Mahipal said. Mahipal used to buy some sweets and distributed them amongst his spirited team of youngsters. Both of them were considered to be capable young men. He has had the spirit of adventure. Together the boys planted them on either side of the road. Inderpal was the Sarpanch of a village. Half way through they came across an old Banyan tree. The challenge is to let it not grind you into dust. The track cut through the play ground where some boys played Kabaddi. but the attitude of the judges. Having discussed the pros and cons of having either of the two as Sarpanch. Important are those who have had the guts to enter the arena. 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. He had become very old and was failing health. Even if he fails. 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. So. .result. They even erected small banks of mud on either side. They zeroed down on the names of two men. The village was about a mile away on either side from two different highways. “We shall not cut it. at least he has had the experience of the journey. He bought a hundred saplings of mulberry. but polish you into a brilliant gem! THE VILLAGE SARPANCH The villages in India have a head-man called Sarpanch. he told the village elders that he wanted to retire from the post of Sarpanch. The funds were not enough for making a proper road. As the audience walked out of the auditorium. The old Sarpanch decided to put both of them to test. we shall divert the path a little to go by its side. The small amount that was left over. A couple of names were suggested. There is no greatness in pointing out where and how great men stumbled. In a couple of days the contractor reported to Karam that the road was ready. He has had the strength to submit himself to a verdict of success or failure. the elders were unable to make a final selection. Mahipal still had some money left over. For not all people have the guts to try. a few were discussing the participants and the results. It is not the critic who is important. They cleared the track of bushes and trees and beat down the mud to settle it.

She shall make a very suitable bride for you.” THE RAT BRIDE It is good to be ambitious. Mahipal has been able to win the trust of all these youngsters that is why they have followed him. will you have my charming daughter for a bride?” The Mountain God spoke in a grating voice. please make her your wife. I try hard but I cannot move him. but being over ambitious can lead to disappointment. but let me tell you that the king of rats is more powerful than me. The Sarpanch was happy. She went to the Sun God and said to him. credibility and his ability to create a team. “Oh King! I offer my beautiful daughter to you. he is a leader of people and that because he and his word are worthy of trust. young she-rat was eligible for marriage. “Lady. He was impressed by the perfection with which Karam had done the job. I am completely overshadowed. only one who serves is fit to become a leader. Sometimes it can be funny too! A pretty. please marry my daughter. He named Mahipal as the new Sarpanch saying.” . “I am honoured by your proposal. They showed him the saplings that they had planted. “Perhaps you don’t know that the Mountain God is more powerful than me.” The tired mother rat hobbled up to the Mountain God and proposed to him. “Please dear Mountain God.” The Rain God replied with a twinkle in his eye. Moreover. eager to see the reaction of the Sarpanch. When I bump into him. It looked quite professional and meticulously done. But if you are looking for a powerful husband.” So the mother rat went to the king of rats and said wearily. don’t you know that the God of Wind is more powerful than me! He can blow my clouds to smithereens if he wants to. Please accept her as your wife. for when he comes with his army of clouds. let me tell you that the Rain God is mightier than me. A leader is never a leader alone. “Madam. Why don’t you propose to him?” So. It is his dedication. Her mother was somewhat over ambitious and decided that she must find a very powerful husband for her darling daughter. I am indeed moved that you thought of me as a good match for your daughter. for he is immovable. There is no way that I can defend myself against their sharp teeth. They make holes and burrows wherever they please. He was greeted by a whole group of youngsters. The Sarpanch was especially touched by the gesture of side tracking the old Banyan tree and not axing it. The Sarpanch went to see both the roads. “The most essential quality of a leader is not perfection. He has been honest to the cause and has shed sweat to involve people and make a team. She would be a perfect bride for you.” The wind God chuckled and said.” The mother rat rushed to the Rain God and said. I have to change my track. “Oh mighty God of wind! Please marry my lovely daughter.” The Sun God smiled warmly and said. Your power and her beauty shall make a great alliance. Later he went to see the other road. “My daughter is extremely beautiful and your power is unmatched. the ambitious mother scurried away to the God of Wind and swiftly proposed to him.The completion of work was reported to the old Sarpanch. “Dear Rain God. He along with his caravan of rats digs into my body.

She would simply say. Bunty is sick. It had about thirty residents. A bottle of blood was being transfused into the boy. Bunty’s mother was usually busy with her household chores. others were healthy. There was a nurse on duty. Some were sick.” . Bunty. A worried looking mother opened the door. “He has just gone to sleep. no. They looked forward to Bunty’s visits just as much as he looked forward to them. He called all the women ‘Grandma’. Next door lived a young couple and their ten year old son. She signalled for them to be quiet. and all the men ‘Grandpa’. the ambitious mother rat realized that her beautiful daughter was fit to be a bride only for a rat. “Good evening ma’am! I was wondering if Bunty is well. we haven’t seen him around for some days. but sometimes she would come along with Bunty and chat with these oldies. Some were active. There were numerous bottles of medicine. others were confined to wheelchairs. It was a daily routine that these elderly people looked forward to. Sometimes he would bring yellow daisies for them. Perhaps he has got something in common with you. One day he told them about the drama that they had at school. He loved to see the Grandpa’s turn into little boys. Another day he brought his cricket bat and played cricket with them. 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. They would often ask her why Bunty had no friends of his age.” One evening the residents waited for Bunty. Sometimes Bunty would play the guitar and sing songs for them. On the fourth day. it isn’t.The king of rats blushed from ear to ear and said. He would put the daisies into the hair of the old women and into the button holes of the old men’s jackets. Every evening he would come to the old age home and chat with the residents. Tea and biscuits would be served to them. Is everything alright?” The woman hesitated. pressed the door bell of Bunty’s house. He’s been struggling with the pain. Would you like to come to his room?” The old man followed the lady to Bunty’s room. He seemed to have no friends of his age. The little boy was very thin and weak. The sight he saw stopped him in his tracks. “Yes. In life too. Please don’t disturb him. “Gladly!” So the king of rats married the pretty young lady. I mean. He loved these old people and he loved to see them laugh. He enacted the various roles all by himself. She got up and motioned them to come out of the room. The management would put cane chairs outside. all the residents would sit outside in the garden. one old man who was really missing Bunty. They had a grand wedding and the rest they say is history! Finally. but he didn’t turn up. 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. The next day too. there was no sign of him. Next to his bed was a trolley laden with bottles of glucose and dextrose. “He’s happier playing with you.

all that sharing and caring. she said. while playing games. all that concern and laughter from a child who was thalasemmic! The happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems.” As she served him food. “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. each professional. The contractor who owned the apples came to retrieve what ever he could. He was pained to see the truck laid upside down on the roadside. Bunty is thalasemmic. He never wanted to discuss his disease. He’s not able to match up with his peers at school. In the wee hours of the morning he got the message that one of his trucks had skidded and overturned on the highway. He told his elder sister. Many hours passed. It was late in the evening when the truck owner returned home. One such father was on a business tour to a foreign . A crane was called to put the truck back on its wheels. He used to let them out for the transport of apples from Himachal Pradesh to the plains. even you never let us know!” “Grandpa. I’m really hungry.” She swallowed to hide her tears. Come to think of it. The old man said. Most of the apple boxes had split open and the apples were strewn all over the road. “In the hurry. He came to see us everyday. It makes him happy.The lady said. 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’. 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. Bunty’s a strong willed boy. It will take a while for him to get well. He’d be heart broken if all of you were to pity him. “He never told us. Get me some food quickly. The Insurance company executives had come to assess the loss. He has very low immunity. I left my wallet at home. doing his job to get things back into the streamline. At dawn the truck owner went to the site of the accident. tired and weary. “How could I? They didn’t belong to me!” How true! We are answerable to others later. “Grandpa. so he opts to play with all of you. so I allow him to see you every evening. “Every month we take him to the hospital for his blood transfusion. I’ve not had a bite all day.” The old man was speechless. to look in to the matter. He got a chest infection and had very high fever. Luckily there was no loss of life. All the little acts of love. but he never let us know.

They were walking on a busy road. Your son did well. with no money in my pocket?’ Just then he heard the key turn in the door and father walked in! “Dad. As the sun began to set. I’m quite proud of you!” Years passed.” “Neither did I! If only you had looked around carefully. but he was disappointed. the restaurants and the corridors. without letting him know his actual predicament. The boy was scared. The other half. He felt tears brimming in his eyes. They were staying at a small hotel. “I wanted to see. only to find that he did not have enough money to pay for his fare back to the hotel. if you could fend for yourself. to your eternal . all the time!” “What do you mean?” asked the boy incredulously. you would have seen me. he found his way back to his father! I too expect you to find your way back to your eternal father. I must say. Many times he had to ask for directions from strangers. He sat down and thought. He was talking to God. He looked around for him desperately. The boy grew up to be a man and the father became old. He walked the street up and down several times but could not find his father. I wonder why you created me and then left me alone in this world to fend for my self. He took a bus to a place that was half way to the hotel. even for a moment?” “No. So. He read the directions from the site maps on the way. “I was only a few steps away from you. but he fought them back. He had taken his fourteen year old son with him. he did not even know the way back. Why do you not guide me? Why don’t you talk to me sometimes?” Then God replied.country. Do you even know what I have been through? As I sit in this armchair in the twilight of my life. 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. but to no avail. I wonder what life is all about. you decided to test your son?” “Yes. the boy decided that the best thing he could do was to make his way back to the hotel. They went out in the day.” “Oh! Really? Then why did you follow me all the time?” “I had to be sure you were safe. he walked.” “Did you let him out of your sight. But no where could he find his father. “Lord. hungry and weary. Anyways. The boy looked in the restrooms. hoping to find father inside. I am old now. he tactfully asked the traffic policeman to guide him on how to get there. I was testing you to see whether you could find your way back to me. ‘What next? What should I do? How will I find him in this alien land. Suddenly the boy realized that the father was no where around. you did rather well. It was late in the night when he finally trudged into the hotel tired. I’ve gone through so many ups and downs in life. He rummaged through his pockets. One quiet evening. looking at the sunset. “Do you remember the day. for that was the farthest he could pay for. I too expect you to find your way home. the old man sat in the garden. He marched up the stairs to their room. the shops.

The next day the road contractor came. after the service was over. for a nationalistic cause.” Ironically. I shall have to ask them. The woman was weak and miserably poor. He was told that one of the woman labourers had died leaving behind two little babies. “No!” The officer explained that the land that they were asking for was home to a number of fishermen. the officer smiled and said. She had just given birth to twin daughters.. “Officer. in a pool of blood. As for the old church. The old woman put one of the wailing babies to the breast of the young mother. The first response was. “Well scientific research is much required for our country. ‘yes’. Try your luck!” So. He along with one of his students called Abdul. She was lying behind a bush. if they could shift to another suitable place. Then he asked. the scientist and his students went to request Father Peter Peirera. Father said.home! Come my child.P. Another space was allotted and a new church was built for Father Peter Peirera and his people. For his research. She fed it to them. the old woman looked after the babies for the night.. Father Peter Peirera addressed the gathering and conveyed the request of the scientists. Former President of India! All that.” SPACE RESEARCH A senior scientist was doing space research. It would not be possible to give it. the people started saying ‘yes’. Vikram Sarabhai. is none other than Dr. The other baby slept peacefully by her mother’s side. Incidentally. drop by drop. he needed a big piece of land a little far away from the city. But this is God’s home. till the entire crowed agreed unanimously to give up their place of worship. “Well! Can we give them the church for the benefit of our country?” Slowly. it was used as a workshop for the research programme by the scientist and his team. Abdul Kalam. He had a group of young scientists to assist him. This church belongs to the people. The contractor went to the house of the old woman . The God of death hovered around her and soon her painful life drew to an end.” The following Sunday. THE TWINS A young woman labourer assisted in building roads. approached the Municipal Officer concerned and put in a request for allotment of land for scientific research. perhaps we could request the church management.J. The old woman looked at the newly born girls and beseeched the Lord. “Oh God! What is the crime committed by these poor souls! Who will look after them? Have mercy on them!” Out of compulsion. very slowly. “Well. the scientists name was Dr. She had to forego her own dinner to buy some milk for them. The only person attending to her was an old woman who was also part of the road building team. who was in charge of the church. In addition there was a church on that land. numb with pain. I am waiting for you to find your way back to me because you belong to me. thanks to the large heartedness and vision of a nationalist called Father Peter Peirera. The scientist requested the officer with a smile saying. A. Abdul made his first rocket there. ‘yes’.. you could ask Father Peter Peirera. And Abdul.

Twenty years later. When God keeps you waiting. He handed out some money to the old woman and mumbled something under his breath. And had the old woman not died. The contractor was much impressed by the sisters.” Then it came back to him! He looked at the girls closely and saw the black moles on their left cheeks. His four sons stood around him. God alone knows what is good for each one of us. One of you go and talk to the flower girl to deliver fifty garlands of fresh balsam flowers so that . Let us arrange for a beautiful open-jeep carriage to take the body to the funeral ground. A very old woman died in a dirty cottage. he chose to keep quiet. He confirms that He loves you. the girl brought her parents and sister. When God answers your Prayer.. “Father has only a few breaths left now.to see the girls. Another one opens. The secret that had been guarded by the couple from their own ‘daughters’ should remain a secret. Soon he will die. Had the young mother not died. He said. He confirms that He is waiting for the right time to give you the right thing. He rushed out of the room. I want to tell you that Anubha is my daughter in every sense except the biological one. The contractor asked the girl to bring her family.. He noticed that they both had a mole on the left cheek and looked very. the young son of the contractor brought home a beautiful girl. The girl’s father asked to talk to the contractor alone. THE LAST JOURNEY A rich old man was very ill and was on his ‘death-bed’. The wedding was fixed. “Sir. He knew who they were! But. The next day. When God denies you your wishes.. these girls would surely have become labourers too. the old woman would not have come forward to care for them. The eldest son said. He confirms that you made the wrong choice. for he could not bear the stench of the damp walls mixing with the smell of urine and stale milk. We tried our best to find out about their family but to no avail. very similar. Finally we brought them up as our own. These two girls were crying by her side. When one door closes. They were probably just a few days old. Had the mother not died. He told his father that he wanted to marry her.. My wife and I were passing by.

They were not at all pretty to look at. “Why to order the flowers? They shall rot in this heat anyways.” The roses on the second bush said. whether his last journey is in a fancy carriage or in an ordinary ambulance?” The youngest son was craftier still. but their unique selling point was their shape. I don’t need help from anyone of you.” The next day. Our father has lived like a king. The red roses said. And. The roses on the first bush were blood red in colour. She strung the roses into an exquisite garland. He won’t even know. The third bush had soft light pink roses known as desi-gulab or wild roses.” The second son said. I think my shoes are enough for me to walk out of here. 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. an ambulance or a cot. So. like a King. After all what does it matter to a dead man. “We are so perfect. The second bush had roses in yellow with pink streaks. he must go too. adding some asparagus ferns and silver strings. The garland stringer chopped off the stalks and leaves.we can decorate the arthi nicely. The roses on three of the bushes got talking. It’s only a short distance from our house to the crematorium. down the road? It shall not cost as much as the jeep carriage. The red roses were bought by a rich old lady who passed them on to an expert garland stringer. “If one of you will kindly bring my shoes. Each one of them was exquisitely formed.” The roses on the third bush said softly. we can put him on a cot and carry him on our shoulders. Why don’t we just ask for the ambulance from the ‘Jeevan Hospital’. but they were extremely fragrant. He sent them to a florist. we should be displayed for people to see and admire. “We hope to be able to spread our fragrance to more and more people. We are four of us. Two beautiful . I don’t need a carriage. long time. The carriage shall cost us dear.” The third son was even thriftier. Also order a set of new clothes for him. “We wish we could be given to a beloved. Surely that should be more economical. He said. Each bush was abloom with roses of different hues.” THE ROSE GARDEN Spring had brought new life to this beautiful rose garden. do we really need the new clothes? He is going to be dead anyways. shapes and sizes. He wanted to leave behind enough wealth to make them comfortable for a long. 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. Each fold and each petal was a sculpted masterpiece. He said. “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.” The old man happened to be listening to this conversation between his sons. the gardener came and cut the rose stalks. “Why bother with the ambulance and the flowers? The funeral ground is just behind our house anyway. for red roses are the ultimate expression of love. I’ll just go by myself.

Let us pause for a moment to look into the fate of the little pink roses. deep in conversation. 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 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 they wilted and the hotel cleaner dumped them into the garbage along with the rotting peels of vegetables. The red roses suffered a setback to their vanity but made up for it because they soon realised their folly. The next day the priest removed the garlands from the deities and cast them away in a corner of the temple. A group of young workers were deputed to hand roll the mixture onto fine sticks. Here is some food for thought. Many devotees saw the exquisite garlands and wowed at them. The yellow roses preened and smiled. but no one came forward to listen to their cries. Busy executives rushed past. that is of utmost importance. The mother shook off all the petals into a huge basin of water. but the physical and the mundane. Please do not caste us away. The red roses cried. Please Lord! Give us another chance to serve you. to none other than Radha-Krishna the proverbial lovers. Others hurried past. egg shells and chicken bones. She offered them with devotion to Radha and Krishna at the temple. The roses wept for they felt dejected and useless. Eventually the florist gave them away for free to the girl who worked in the shop. The girl took the roses home and gave them to her mother. The end that you eventually meet with depends upon the road you choose to take for the journey. but only a few people had time to stop by and admire their perfection. The entire set up was placed on the centre table of the entrance of a hotel. glancing at their expensive wrist watches and talking sixteen miles to a dozen. holding their cell phones. A man saw the wilting red garlands. The wild roses were focussed right from day one. That bunch was left sitting in the shop of the florist for days. The red roses swelled with vanity. Aggarbattis were made! They were used in the temple to sanctify the area with their aroma. Even their cries could be heard by no one.garlands were made and delivered to the rich old lady. for no one seemed to want to buy them. The red roses were happy for they had been used by the lady as an offering of love. They added some powder to the water now and then so that it would not start stinking due to stagnation. The red roses’ vanity was burnt away and they were reduced to nothing. They were almost beginning to rot and their dreams of giving fragrance to people seemed to be quite impossible to realize. 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. 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. The roses were proud for they were the centre of attraction for all to see. The petals lay immersed in the water for days. they were crushed to a fine powder and some glue like substance and some oils were added to them. He picked them up and put them in the sun to dry along with many other flowers that had been laid out for drying. When the flowers were totally dry. but they were happy! What about the perfect yellow roses? They spent all their life waiting for recognition and admiration. We were too caught up in pride to enjoy our closeness with you. “Oh Krishna! Oh Radha! We are sorry for being vain.” The roses beseeched the Lord. Find your focus. Perhaps you could identify . whereas the yellow roses thought about nothing.

. you were crying and all those around you were smiling. Many years later.. Friends and relatives came to console her.with either of the roses and in case you are on the wrong track. this could just be the right time for you to change your track. There were no takers.. actually hit him.for it. Again and again the lawyer called out for someone to name a price. i. The lawyer said.” That was the end of the auction. I was also a soldier in your son’s army regiment. The bullet that was meant for me. I have painted a portrait of your son. . His body had become infirm and weak. I must auction out the vast collection of paintings and utilize the sum as directed in the letter. Kripa passed away. It was put above the mantelpiece in a place of honour.” The lawyer counted “One .. I was with him when he died. The rest of the property may be auctioned and the proceeds used for setting up an orphanage for the orphans of war.. He had lost his only son in a battle. One afternoon. Live your life such that when you are to go. please accept it as a gift. “I can pay Rs. this portrait of his son first of all. It said. “The entire collection of paintings shall be inherited by the buyer of my son’s portrait.. the old lawyer put up the portrait of the deceased son that had been presented by the soldier. The walls of his beautiful house were adorned with masterpieces of great value. Marina’s world had just crumbled to bits.”. his collection of master pieces. she was totally a home-bird. Their savings had been spent to the last penny in trying to save him. Three . 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. Two . we will stand by you.. The pain had been too much to bear and he had lost the will to live. She had no work experience.. If only we show love towards those whom He loves.27/. “If there is anything that we can do to help. I owe my life to him. Most of them offered.” Then he reached into his pocket and took out an envelope. rummaged through his worn out pockets and said.” Kripa was a connoisseur of art. The old family gardener came forward. 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. I have been directed to put up for auction. Gone.e. I have special instructions regarding his most valuable property. Sorrow and age had wrought havoc on his face and dulled his vision. “Before I read out the Will regarding the inheritance of the property. do let us know”. cut it open and pulled out the Will.. “You are not alone. because he came in the way. The portrait is yours. you are smiling and others are crying THE SON’S PORTRAIT Kripa had become old. but this one touched his heart.” So saying. but no one wanted the crudely painted picture. She had a fourteen year old daughter and an eleven year old son. His lawyer had a letter that was to be read out after the cremation. So it is with the Lord. a visitor knocked at his door and said “Sir.

I’ve given you my promise. I’m always willing to help. Suddenly she said. 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..” The girl said. The mother said. provided she could move into a residence at the hostel premises. Just finish it fast and tell me what you want. I mean. you have to have a certain personality to look after such a job. when He asks you to surrender your problems to Him and forget about them. He does not take over. To surrender means. “It may not be a ‘thing’. The next instalment for the school fees of her children was due in a fortnight. but she is just not the obliging type. they really won’t listen to anyone. she would definitely throw up. She refused to eat the jackfruit. The poor child looked at the revolting mass in her plate and felt that if she ate it. Grandma looked disgusted at the attitude of the mother. “See that you . The friend said. “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 girl put a spoonful of jackfruit into her mouth and made a face as if she was tasting poison..A month later. 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. Thy will be done.” Father said. 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. “Lord.” She cried herself to sleep. “Don’t worry. will you grant me a wish?” Father grabbed the opportunity to resolve the situation and said quickly. With one stroke. In her dream she saw God smiling at her and blessing her. Now gobble it up. the owner is my friend no doubt. but if there is anything else..” A week later Marina applied for a job as a salesgirl. “Okay. if you continue to worry about them. She cried her heart out and prayed. Her expenses seemed to soar whereas her resources dwindled. meaningless endearments and lame excuses. She walked into the interview room with the confidence that stems only from God’s presence in you.” When at last you realize that God is all you have left. so he watched in silence. “Actually Marina. hollow words. Mother was equally adamant. whatever you say. But. to turn your thoughts away from all your problems and leave everything into His hands saying. I’ll get it for you. Today’s menu for lunch was jackfruit and curd with Roti.” This went on. if I eat it. all her problems were solved! It is only God who stands by His words. 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. The tension was unnerving. The house rent was grossly overdue. The little girl had her eyes and her plate full. but you are really not the type. The school provided free education to the wards of their employees! The school mess would also provide free meals to her wards and herself. “Yes honey. It may be something else.. I would have spoken to the Principal for you. “You see Marina. Marina requested one of these friends to help her get a job as a receptionist at a local school. for the warden was supposed to be present all day... in a women’s garments store and asked a relative to put in a word for her. Till one night. She was offered the job. Marina broke down.

I just want to get my head shaved. “Oh no! My son did not have to get his head shaved. THE ROSE BUD A young boy wanted to learn music.don’t go overboard in asking for a wish.” he said. so that the other children at the park would not jeer at him. don’t even dream about it. He did not understand. the most precious things in life can not be made or bought. What’s the big deal about it?” Mother said. “I want to get my head shaved!” Mother’s spoon fell from her hand. be reasonable and I shall surely let you have your way. It’s so unfair!” she said in a trembling voice. apparently the bald boy’s mother came up to him and said.” But the girl was adamant. She promised my son that she would get her head shaved. it’s just a bowl of jackfruit. You gave me your word. “What rubbish! That’s impossible. “You have quite a daughter. After all. “She has done her part. But your daughter coaxed him on the phone to come today. what about that now? You are going back on your word. with a clatter and grandma almost fainted. He said. But I never thought she would actually live up to it. she will never learn to honour hers. “But. Father was surprised to note that the boy too had no hair on his head. For once Grandma seemed to see eye to eye with her daughter in law but chose to keep silent. The teacher conducted a preliminary test on him to guage his talent . “But darling you shall look obnoxious. although he could not make out head or tail of why she wanted to do such a weird thing. “Who ever heard of a girl getting her head shaved? I will not allow it.” Daddy said. we just have to realize how precious they are. It’s not such a big deal after all!” The girl ate it all up. He visited a renowned music teacher and expressed his desire to him. washed it down with a whole glass of water and then said quickly. Silly girl!” said mother. Later in the evening. was this the latest fashion or what? Just then a lady. If we do not honour our word. He had a good voice and he wanted to train to become an Indian classical singer. A short while later a boy came to the park. You have always taught me about the value of honouring your word. “Daddy you promised me. they are gifted to us by God. 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. And how does it matter anyway? Its just hair! It will grow back. Looking at the little girl’s tear filled eyes. Father said. You see he has leukaemia. Why don’t we buy you a nice Barbie doll instead?” “But I don’t want a doll. “No. now don’t be unfair to her and stop making a fuss!” Father took the girl to the barber and got the job done. why did your son have to get his head shaved?” he asked. “You had your way. “Look my child. It was a bargain. She tried to smile bravely and said. He was afraid that the other children would make fun of him. Daddy’s heart melted.” The man was even more confused now. During the chemotherapy he lost all his hair and was refusing to come out of the house.” Father stood his ground. this is quite a ridiculous thing to ask for. he took her to the park to play as he did every evening.

It had hurt its leg. he ate them too. that depends upon how much work you are able to put into it. whining. how much time. its not going to be a short time. how soon can I become a singer?” The teacher said. till he reached the top. “Well. Everything around him looked so happy. Slowly and carefully he tried to open up the petals of the rose bud to make it look like a flower. It would have spread fragrance all around and its beauty would have lent splendour to our garden. They skipped along with him and showed him the best path to take. However.” TREKKING IN THE MOUNTAINS Spring was in the air. got crushed into the stamen. this bud. Every now and then he stopped to admire the flowers and the trees. Please unfold me petal by petal at your own pace and will. It seems to have outdone its potential to grow. “Do you see that rose bud on the bush outside. A man decided to go for a trek to the top of the mountain. it seems. He took out his first aid kit and carefully reached out for the poor mongrel. The spring in his step matched the spring in the air. He called the boy and said. he threw some tidbits to the rabbits too. it’s not the buds fault. some of the petals got torn and mutilated. He washed the wound and dressed it up. that’s the number of years you’ll take to learn.?” The teacher said. “I’ll soon learn everything there is to learn. the boy went and squatted near the bush. He stopped to feed the squirrels and the birds. The children plucked wild berries off the trees and offered them to the man. He met some village children on the way. but I promise to let you shape me as you wish. He gave them some toffees and chatted with them. I cannot give back its babyhood to the bud. I have made a mistake.. He went on further uphill. A stray dog ventured near him. but seeing the children eat. I pried it open. The man continued his trek up the mountain. The man noticed that the dog was bleeding. “Guruji.” That evening. “Look son. perhaps the bud was in too much of a hurry. He started his trek uphill. The pine cones looked like . I am the cause of its present state. the boy was in tears. hard he tried.and decided to give him a try. The lovely spruce trees looked rich and green. But. He was wary of eating them... The boy asked. But one thing you can be sure of. how much time would I need to train under your guidance. lest they are poisonous. He wept. The next morning the teacher saw the plight of the rose bud and understood what had happened. The flowers in the valley and on the mountain were in full bloom. The number of days it takes to unfold its petals to become a full grown flower.. whistling a merry tune to himself. He took out his packed lunch and ate it. it shall never become a perfect rose flower now. They showed him the rarest species of mountain undergrowth that only the locals know of. because singing is about learning more and more each day. “Guruji. He walked up slowly but surely. Just look at the state of its petals. ” By now. I am determined.” The boy.” A few months later. Had the bud grown naturally it would have been beautiful at each stage of its life. the boy asked the same question. Hurry has now become a cause for worry. smiled inwardly and thought. was in a hurry to bloom from a bud into a flower overnight. The inner most that were just beginning to form. others fell off. “Guruji. even as long as you live.. The young man filled up his haversack and strapped it on to his back.

all the way down the mountain. Some time later the dog was back. look around at different people working in different vocations and try to plan your future. he slipped and fell. But the day-dream came to a rude halt as the chisel went into his heel. “I don’t know father. So too it is in life. He lacked concentration. to holidays and so on. He basked in the sun for a while. Tarun watched the carpenter with fascination as the latter sawed and nailed the wood together. How grand those armchairs looked! Till “Ooow!” he yelled! He had banged his thumb with the hammer! He mumbled “Sorry. It is important to be nice to people on our way up for we may need them on our way down. He saw the bandage that he had earlier applied to him. to foes. He yelped in pain as his ankle got twisted.” beamed the carpenter. The children recognized him as the toffee-man. but his mind would wander from friends. He realized that he may have to spend the night there. In the evening they went to the temple. Just then he saw the stray dog looking at him. . Tarun hammered in a nail and then went into a reverie. One day his father asked him. to games. “Here. because he was fed up with his studies. the children helped him to hobble back. like an injured puppy. followed by a group of children. nursing his swollen thumb. I never thought about it. The dog seemed to understand that the man needed help. He placed the stone between his feet and carefully wielded the chisel and hammer. to films. Tarun yelped in pain. try your hand. “Son. How beautiful they looked! The sculptor was fixing the pedestal as many people looked on in awe! Tarun asked the sculptor. can I hammer the nails in?” “Sure. take this stone and try to cut a straight line through it with my chisel and hammer. New idols of Goddess Lakshmi and Lord Vishnu were being installed. “Please. He started his descent. “Will you teach me how to make statues?” “Why not!” said the sculptor. He was all alone. His favourite pass time was day dreaming.” That afternoon the doorbell rang and Tarun opened the door to a carpenter.” and went outside. Now what? He applied some balm to his ankle and tied it up. “Today wherever you go. CONCENTRATION Tarun was always unhappy. causing it to bleed. to food. what would you like to be when you grow up?” He answered.” said father. with his books open in front of him. He licked the foot of the man and then limped away.nuggets of gold hanging on the trees. He would sit on his study desk. The air was cool and pure.” Tarun started excitedly. Half way down. so he could never hold his mind onto the subject that he was supposed to be studying. Together. Tarun asked. His little acts of kindness and love had won him enough friends to help him when he was making his descent. He was making masterpieces of furniture in teak and mahogany. but he just couldn’t walk. Soon he was transported into a world of exquisite marble statues that he had sculpted. As the sun went down he realized that it was time to go back. His father had called him to repair a window that had broken in the storm last week.” “Well.

How on earth could he possibly learn all those mantras? He could not concentrate on the answers in his science book. Barbara gets a call from a young man who introduces himself as Johnny. After the friend recovered from the near drowning. What should he do? Concentration was required for being a carpenter or a sculptor or even a temple priest. he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE. offerings. and one friend slapped the other one in the face. “Hey Tarun! Have you thought about what I asked you?” “Yes father. when someone does something good for us. You shall have to report to me at 5 a. “I shall give you a book of the shalokas that you need to recite for yajnas. I'd like to hear them. A few years ago. Her talk was on creating memories for the customers so they would want to come back. "After I hurt you. prayers. got stuck in the mire and started drowning. can I work with you?” “Of course. At the end of her speech.” Sure! If you are a good student." Johnny the Bagger (A True Story) Barbara Glanz is a speaker and author. All that these people have to do is to offer food to the Lord and shake the bell. we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it. “I’m going to be a good student. "Barbara.” So. During some point of the journey they had an argument. “Surely I can become a priest. why?" The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us. The one. And they get so many nice things to eat in return. and I like it! I'm just a bagger in the . there was no respite in any profession.” Poor Tarun." They kept on walking until they found an oasis.. fasts. any vocation is good for you. you write on a stone. but the friend saved him.He eyed the temple priest’s large belly and thought to himself.”Well. But.. in the morning after having completed your morning ablutions. we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. "If you have any great service stories. wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.” said the fat Brahmin. Just then he heard his father. but without saying anything. you wrote in the sand and now. who had been slapped. If you are a hardworking person and can work in earnest. about a month later.000 people attending.m. she spoke at a convention for a large grocery chain with over 3. you can master any trade! Sand and Stone A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. He said. where they decided to take a bath. she gave out her email address and phone number. festivals etc. he went up to the priest and asked “Panditji.” said Tarun earnestly." The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him. The one who got slapped was hurt. and said. I heard what you had to say about service.

you could have your own city. That afternoon. He got so disheartened that he threw himself into the Barcelona River and committed suicide. "Johnny. When he got to Spain. He was unhappy and he was discontent. He looked all through Europe and couldn't find any. you won't believe what's happened at our store. If you had a diamond the size of your fist. and my dad and I will print it out on the computer. I see the lady in the floral department cutting off her broken flowers and pinning them on the elderly women in our store. That night the farmer couldn't sleep. He was content because he was happy. He was happy because he was content. In fact. . I decided that I like sayings. Our guy in the meat department loves Snoopy.' What do you think. Across the stream. He thought it would look good on the mantle piece. so he was putting his favorite Snoopy stickers on the packages. you could probably own your own country. I went out into the store and noticed that one line was three times longer than the others. Barbara?" Barbara said. The next morning he made arrangements to sell off his farm. and it seems like everyone in town is talking about us! And you know what. 'I used to come here once a week. and they wouldn't budge—they wanted to see Johnny's quote of the day! In fact. physically and financially broke. but I wanted to think of a way I could make a difference. I think that's a wonderful idea!" A few weeks later. but now I come 2-3 times just to see the smile on Johnny's face when he drops in his favorite quote. I'll cut out the quote in strips and sign my name on the back of each one. 'I hope you enjoy my quote of the day. 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. and talking to his customers. He looked all over Africa and couldn't find any. We're having the time of our lives. The next day when customers come through. One day a wise man came to him and told him about the glory of diamonds and the power that goes along with them. A Inspirational and Motivational Story . “Barbara.store and I have Downs’s syndrome. "If you had a diamond the size of your thumb. one lady said. the person who had bought his farm was watering the camels at a stream that ran through the farm. he was emotionally. Back home. Barbara gets another call…this time from the store manager. He says. so each day I'm going to pick out one that I like. we all have our unique gifts to give. however we'll never make the emotional connection with the customer unless it begins in our heart. He was unhappy because he was discontent and discontent because he was unhappy. the rays of the morning sun hit a stone and made it sparkle like a rainbow. I'll just drop a strip right in their bags and say. He picked up the stone and put it in the living room. everybody in our store is finding creative ways to put their mark on service.ACRES OF DAIMONDS There was a farmer in Africa who was happy and content. took care of his family and went in search of diamonds.' So the next day. I went to the back of the line and suggested that customers move to another checkout. The wise man said." And then he went away.

why do you ask?" The wise man said. "Is Hafiz back?" The new owner said. but it is never the same one." "It was worth it. "but i don't think it will be worth it.." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- . "What do you mean. Sir" the private answered. They would be happy to trade places with us.. All we need to do is recognize it. "Because that is a diamond. sir. though. "JIM.That afternoon the wise man came and saw the stone sparkling. 3. "Your friend is dead" "YES.. hoist him onto his shoulder and bring him back to their company's trench. "But it was worth it because when i got to him. Miraculously he managed to reach his friend. A Story to Share .. that's just a stone I picked up from the stream. Come. When our attitude is right. and then looked kindly at his friend. "Your friend is dead and you are mortally wounded. We don't have to go anywhere.* What is the moral of this story? There are five morals: 1.. While we are dyeing the grass on the other side. As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench. They found that the farm was indeed covered with acres and acres of diamonds. "I told you it wouldn't be worth it." The man said." said the lieutenant.. the stones were diamonds." said the soldier.. Sure enough. The grass on the other side always looks greener. When people don't know how to recognize opportunity.True Friend Horror gripped the heart of the World War 1 soldier as he saw his lifelong friend fall in battle. Opportunity is always under our feet. worth it?" responded the Lieutenant.. I recognize one when I see one. "You can go. we realize that we are all walking on acres and acres of diamonds. 2. The next one may be better or worse. 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. I'll show you. "No. 4. Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire whizzing over his head. the officer checked the wounded soldier." The lieutenant's advice didn't matter. no." They went and picked some samples and sent them for analysis." he said. he was still alive and i had the satisfaction of hearing him say. Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your life away. The same opportunity never knocks twice. and the soldier went anyway. I KNEW YOU'D COME. they complain of noise when it knocks. there are others who are dyeing the grass on our side. There are many more. 5. He asked.

"I'm so glad I caught him!" she cried. Suddenly an old man appeared before him. "Take this money. But instead. From the above story we can make out that Confidence is nothing but vision held positively no matter what. that had turned his life around. Suddenly. All year long he'd been wheeling and dealing. he negotiated better deals and extended terms of payment. a nurse came running up and grabbed the old man. He's always escaping from the rest home and telling people he's John D." He asked the man his name." he said. then one of the richest men in the world! "I can erase my money worries in an instant!" he realized. and pushed it into his hand saying. Rockefeller. "I hope he hasn't been bothering you. he realized that it wasn't the money. After listening to the executive's woes. he returned to the park with the un cashed check. The astonished executive just stood there. convinced he had half a million dollars behind him. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates.Worth Reading… A business executive was deep in debt and could see no way out. the executive decided to put the un cashed check in his safe.000. head in hands. Exactly one year later. "I can see that something is troubling you.” And she led the old man away by the arm. Suppliers were demanding payment. he was out of debt and making money once again. wondering if anything could save his company from bankruptcy. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. With renewed optimism. so the number of potatoes that a child . Creditors were closing in on him. He sat on the park bench. wrote out a check. At the agreed-upon time. It was his newfound self-confidence that gave him the power to achieve anything he went after. Rockefeller." Then he turned and disappeared as quickly as he had come. stunned. Within a few months. Just knowing it was there might give him the strength to workout a way to save his business. Whether actually it is there or not doesn't matter. the old man said. But just as the executive was about to hand back the check and share his success story. The business executive saw in his hand a check for $500. 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. and you can pay me back at that time. Meet me here exactly one year from today. the old man appeared. A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game. He closed several big sales. buying and selling. It all lies in what we see it as. he thought. signed by John D. "I believe I can help you. real or imagined.

sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. When he arrived at his father's house. Forgiving others is the best attitude to take. Some had 2 potatoes. and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family. A young man was getting ready to graduate college. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week. Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. 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. 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. and told him how much he loved him. Curious. the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son. leather-bound Bible. the children were relieved because the game had finally ended. Besides.. he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away. but realized his father was very old. "Learn to Forgive and Forget. and thought perhaps he should go to him. Finally. The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. leaving the holy book. He needed to come home immediately and take care things. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. So when the day came.will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates. and knowing his father could well afford it. Before he could make arrangements. he raised his voice at his father and said. 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. and willed all of his possessions to his son. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom. he told him that was all he wanted. "With all your money you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house. He had not seen him since that graduation day.. Angrily. After 1 week." Touching life story. but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely.. 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. Days after days passed by. on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study.. . As Graduation Day approached.

China's Great Wall While gathering the votes." The teacher said. to feel. a quiet girl. Egypt's Great Pyramids 2. "Well.He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible.. and to love. just as he had left it years ago.. he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. The Grand Canyon in Arizona 4. to touch. St. The Taj Mahal in India 3. to hear. a little. The Empire State Building 6... At the end of the lesson. "Yes. (She hesitated a little. the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired.. Enjoy your gifts! . the students were asked to list what they considered to be the Seven Wonders of the World. to laugh. 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.. "I think the Seven Wonders of the World are: 1.. 7.. The Panama Canal 5. 3. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many.. the teacher noted that one student. then read.. With tears. hadn't turned in her paper yet. 4. a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Bible.. and maybe we can help. to taste. and then added.and we don't have to travel anywhere special to experience them. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list.) 5.. you could have heard a pin drop." The girl hesitated.PAID IN FULL. 2.. the following received the most votes: 1. As he read those words. Though there was some disagreement. On the tag was the date of his graduation. to see. and the words... It had a tag with the dealer's name. Peter's Basilica 7. tell us what you have. 6.. 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 quiet girl replied. The room was so quiet.

but which I feel is very important. perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house. Another one… A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. "So I would like you all to make me a promise. It can be taken away at any moment." The class was completely quiet. but the things we didn't do. . We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. With a gentle look of reflection on her face. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. or on your way home." . About a week after his death. but I've a favor to ask. and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook. she paused and said.A Story worth Reading . For as we get older. she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students." they replied. Remember. find something beautiful to notice. "Class is over. I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband died suddenly of a heart attack. That afternoon. these things are the 'stuff' of life. it could be a scent. From now on. For. but by the moments that take our breath away. share. Go barefoot. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double dip ice cream cone. I'm coming home. Perhaps this is the Powers way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day. He called his parents from San Francisco. or walk on the beach at sunset. a thought that is unrelated to class. I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester. or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees. I would like to share with all of you. she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down there. love. It doesn't have to be something you see. or the way the morning light catches one autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground. she went on. I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us. on your way to school. appreciate and give of ourselves. . "Each of us is put here on earth to learn. although it may sound trite to some. for at anytime it can all be taken away. "we'd love to meet him." Her eyes beginning to water. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me. Every once in a while. We must make it important to notice them. "Please look for these things. As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over. life is not measured by the number of breaths we take." "Sure. The things we often take for granted. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end. and cherish them. "Mom and Dad. is not the things we did that we often regret.

however. and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. 500 an hour" "Oh". they were told. and I want him to come live with us. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. "Dad. He'll find a way to live on his own. "if the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or other nonsense. how much do you make an hour" Daddy: "That's none of your business. with his head down. then march yourself to your room and go to bed. "you don't know what you're asking. "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. their son had only one arm and one leg. or smart as we are. son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live. He has nowhere else to go. Please tell me. What do we work for ?? Son: "Daddy. They recognized him. how much do you make an hour?" Daddy: "I make Rs. he said. We have our own lives to live. The parents in this story are like many of us. they received a call from the San Francisco police. may I please borrow Rs. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy. what it is?" Son: "Dad. Why do you ask such a thing?" Son: "I just want to know." At that point." "Son. beautiful. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. I want him to live with us." "I'm sorry to hear that. Thankfully. the son hung up the phone. . there's someone who won't treat us that way. The police believed it was suicide." said the father. Mom and Dad. but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. The parents heard nothing more from him. Their son had died after falling from a building. A few days later."There's something you should know the son continued. regardless of how messed up we are." "No. may I ask you a question" Daddy: "Yeah sure. Looking up. We find it easy to love those who are goodlooking or fun to have around. 300?" The father was furious. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family. but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know. the little boy replied.

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. we pour ourselves more into work than to our family." replied the boy. The little boy slowly counted out his money. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions.. Here's the Rs. son?" He asked. the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. smiling "oh thank you dad!" He yelled. reaching under his pillow he pulled some crippled up notes. "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. "Daddy I have Rs. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us.Think why you are being so selfish. Have a nice day. And come to think of it. "Are you asleep. the man had calmed down. "Why do you want money if you already had some?" the father grumbled. 500 now.300 you asked for" The little boy sat straight up. 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. started to get angry again.. . I'm awake." the little boy replied.. may be I was too hard on you earlier". How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so. said the man. "I've been thinking. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior" The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. If we die tomorrow. "No daddy. "Because I didn't have enough. Then. but now I do. and started to think: "May be there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs.. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. then looked up at his father. those close to our hearts. "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. seeing that the boy already had money. The man.

" 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. Soon the hat began to fill up. "I only wrote the truth. Mother: 'Monica. He then took the sign. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. In the journey of life. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective? Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have. show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. Keep the faith and drop the fear. put some money in. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind.. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words." There were only a few coins in the hat. Be innovative. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. "Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?" The man said. of discarding evil and developing goodness…. take this passbook. When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry. Be creative. please help. and wrote some words.A small thought…. "Life has to be an incessant process of repair and reconstruction.1000 deposit amount. knowing that you are the reason behind it!! Amazing Story: Monica married Hitesh this day. . With Rs. if you want to travel without fear. At the end of the wedding party. Think differently and positively. Face your past without regret. Invite others towards good with wisdom. you must have the ticket of a good conscience. Monica's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked. A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. Live life with no excuse and love with no regrets. Write down what it's about next to the line." What he had written was: "Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it. I said what you said but in a different way. turned it around. Prepare for the future without fear. He held up a sign which said: "I am blind. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat." The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling… And even more beautiful is. Great men say. A man was walking by. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. Handle your present with confidence.

They didn't talk much.200..1000.100. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage. Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and spend it first. I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!' Mother: 'Sure... When you look back after years. However.' Monica thought it was true. after years..The more memorable the event is. They regretted that they had married the most nasty people in the world.2000..Kind of typical nowadays. We agree to divorce. do one thing first. Monica got pregnant ... Do the others with Hitesh. and so on. This was what they did after certain time: . Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it.' Monica shared this with Hitesh when getting home. vacation trip to Bali . Hitesh got promoted. you can know how much happiness you've had. girl. But before that.. first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage .1 Mar: Rs.20 Mar: Rs.1 Jun: Rs. huh? One day Monica talked to her Mother: 'Mom. the more money you can put in. they started fighting and arguing for trivial things.7 Feb: Rs. . I've done the first one for you today.. we can't stand it anymore..15 Apr: Rs. that's no big deal.300. no more love.. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made. salary raise for Monica ..

Hitesh gave the passbook back to Monica. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind. While she was waiting.So she went to the bank. putting the passbook back to the safe. Her eyes were then filled with tears.' They hugged and cried. Life is about correcting mistakes . How much happiness you've brought me. she handed the passbook to Hitesh. Instead see the place from where you slipped. she took a look at the passbook record. Don't see the place where you fell.5000. Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not ask. and looked. and looked. She left and went home. "When you fall. in any way. waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account. She looked. I believe the money did not matter anymore after they had gone thru all the good years in their life. When she was home. She found a new deposit of Rs. The next day. asked him to spend the money before getting divorce. And a line next to the record: 'This is the day I notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years.

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