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home a point, used an illustration those students will never forget. As he stood in front of the group of high-powered overachievers he said, Okay, time for a quiz Then he pulled out a one-gallon, wide mouth mason jar and set it on the table in front of him. Then he produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar. When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, he asked, Is this jar full? Everyone in the class said, Yes. Then he said, “Really?” He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. Then he dumped some gravel in and shook the jar causing pieces of gravel to work themselves down into the space between the big rocks. Then he asked the group once more, Is the jar full? By this time the class was on to him. Probably not, one of them answered. Good he replied. He reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand. He started dumping the sand in the jar and it went into all of the spaces left between the rocks and the gravel. Once more he asked the question, Is this jar full? No the class shouted. Once again he said, Good. Then he grabbed a pitcher of water and began to pour it in until the jar was filled to the brim. Then he looked at the class and asked, What is the point of this illustration? One eager beaver raised his hand and said, The point is, no matter how full your schedule is, if you try really hard you can always fit some more things in it. No, the speaker replied, that’s not the point. The truth this illustration teaches us is: If you don’t put the big rocks in first, you’ll never get them in at all. What are the big rocks in your life? Time with your loved ones, faith, education, your dreams, a worthy cause? Teaching or mentoring others? Remember to put these BIG ROCKS in first or you’ll never get them in at all. So, tonight, or in the morning, when you are reflecting on this short story, ask yourself this question: What are the big rocks in my life? Then, put those in your jar first.
I LOVE YOU, PAPA Devyani was sitting beside her ailing father. He had contracted Pneumonia, after being out on a chilly winter evening in January. She read out short stories from a book to him. He listened with attention as she read the author's description of a garden in a valley, abloom with flowers of various hues. He said, “Devyani, it's time to sow the seeds for the
spring flowers. I don't think I'll be able to do it this year. Would you do it for me?” “Yes, Papa,” said Devyani happily. For the next few days, Devyani organized her work so that she would be free to work with the gardener, when he came at four in the afternoon. She supervised the sowing of the seeds. She made careful considerations of the height and colour of the flowers that would bloom. She reported to her father what she had been organizing in his beloved garden. Father's eyes shone with paternal pride as he saw his lovely daughter working responsibly with the gardener. “Papa, the garden will be in full bloom in March. It's your birthday on March 30th. You know what; we'll have you fit as a fiddle by then. We'll invite all your friends and have a feast together.” Father smiled happily and nodded in agreement. Come February, but father was not better. He contracted a chest infection. Some days later it spread to his lungs. All the antibiotics seemed to have no effect. Father coughed and wheezed day and night. There was an array of cough syrups, tablets, steamers etc on his bed side table. Devyani and her mother nursed him lovingly and tirelessly. But day by day, he deteriorated. He became weaker and weaker, till on March 20th, he passed away in his sleep. Devyani and mother bade a tearful goodbye to the man they loved so much. On the 28th of March, Devyani called up all her father's friends and invited them to a garden party to celebrate her father's sixtieth birthday. They were surprised, yet intrigued. Devyani baked a cake and iced it with a “Kiss.” She placed it on a table in the centre of the garden. Some other eats were also organized. But it was not the iced kiss on the cake that caught their attention. The flowers took everyone's breath away! The flowers were planted in such a way that the pattern made by their height and colours read as 'I love you Papa!' As Devyani sang “Happy Birthday to you, dear Papa' she raised her tear filled eyes to the heavens and said, “Papa, I know you can see your garden of flowers, I love you, and I always will. Happy Birthday to you!”
THE FAVOURITE CHILD The woman had three sons and six daughters. Her day was full of chores to fulfill the numerous demands of her growing troop. She was always busy with cooking, washing, cleaning, dusting ironing and also counselling! One day her youngest son fell sick. She called up the doctor and requested him to drop by and examine him. As he checked the boy’s throat, he asked the lady, “Madam, how many children do you have?” She hesitated for a moment, then said, “As many as I can take care of!” The man watched her as she sat beside her five year old son, who was burning with high fever. She dipped small hand towels into a basin of water, turn by turn and used them to wipe the boy’s burning brow. From the doorway, her teenaged daughter, called out, “Mama, where are my hairpins?” “They’re in the brown box on the console, honey.” Just then her other son popped in, “I
have to stay back after school for football today, I need an extra Tiffin, Mom.” She smiled and said, “Yes, darling I remember you have a football match today. I’ve packed an extra sandwich in the white box along with your Tiffin. It’s lying on the table, next to your breakfast. Now, run along and let me talk to the doctor.” The doctor admired the ease with which she was in command of everything around her. He asked her, “Which one of them is your favourite?” She said simply, “The one who needs me most.” “Which one?” he asked in surprise. She said, “The one who is sick; the one who is sad; the one who is lonely.... the one who needs me most ... That is my favourite child!”
Mrs. Thompson and Teddy Her name was Mrs. Thompson and his was 'Teddy'. As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners ... He is a joy to be around." His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death had been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class".
By now, Mrs Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets." A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs.Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer - The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD. The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson, for believing in me.
Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference”. Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you." Warm someone's heart today and pass this along. Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will have the opportunity to touch and/or change a person's outlook. And please try to do it in a positive way.
COMFORT–A RARE COMMODITY
Being a mother of two very active boys, ages seven and one, I am sometimes worried abut their making a shambles of my carefully decorated home. In their innocence and play, they occasionally knock over my favourite lamp or upset my well designed arrangements. In these moments when nothing feels sacred, I remember the lesson I learned from my wise mother-in-law. This wise old lady is the mother of 6 and grandmother of 13. She is the embodiment of gentleness, patience and love. One Christmas, all the children and grandchildren were gathered as usual at her Home. Just the month before, Grandma had bought beautiful new white carpeting after living with the “Same Old Carpet” for over 25 years. She was overjoyed with the new look it gave her home. My brother-in-law, Arnie, had just distributed his gifts for all the nieces and nephews – prized homemade honey from his beehives. They were excited. But as fate would have it, eight year old Sheena spilled her tub of honey on grandma’s new carpeting and trailed it throughout the entire groundfloor of the house. Crying, Sheena ran into the kitchen and into grandma’s arms. “Grandma, I’ve spilled my honey all over your brand new carpet” Grandma knelt down, looked tenderly into Sheena’s tearful eyes and said, “Don’t worry sweetheart. We can get you more honey.”
PERFORMANCE APPRAISAL AND FEEDBACK A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits. The store owner listened to the following conversation.
they would carefully remove the tape and restore it back after the work was . Daddy. I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now. 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. Father took some cello-tape and covered all the sockets in the house. there's supposed to be something inside it?" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said. He put his arms around his little girl. each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children. so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of North Palm Beach. When the boy turned three. who was listening to all this." The father was crushed.. "Son." Again the woman answered in the negative. I like your attitude.The boy asked. The druggist. He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction. he seemed to have a fascination for electric plugs and sockets." "Lady. he was the apple of his parent’s eyes. he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. I'll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk. Needless to say. OUR BABY HAS GONE A couple had been married for ten years. I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job. walked over to the boy and said. Every time they needed to use a socket. The little boy found more perseverance and offered." The little boy replied. family or God. the wife was overjoyed to know that soon she would be a mother.. friends." The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn. "No thanks. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold. the little boy replaced the receiver. In a very real sense. All for you. "Oh. Nevertheless. the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said. Daddy. it is not empty. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. "This is for you. Daddy. With a smile on his face. a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. "Lady. The couple shared the joy of the baby growing in her tummy all through the nine months. can you give me the job of cutting your lawn?" The woman replied. He yelled at her. Florida. "I already have someone to cut my lawn. It is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged. The beautiful baby boy was born. I blew kisses into the box. "Lady. Then one day. and he begged for her forgiveness. but they had no child. "Don't you know that when you give someone a present. but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty.
” The wood cutter would cut trees and burn them to make coal. The wood cutter being a simpleton asked. the buyer offered a sum that was a hundred times more than he was paying earlier. After that she forgot to cover the socket with tape. It was opened by a poor woodcutter who gave the 'stranger' a warm welcome. Do you think he rebuked his wife for her negligence? No. while taking leave of the wood cutter. Do what you like with it. One day. “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. In the morning. its okay. He wandered alone in the forest. The ground was full of slush. because they were too heavy for him to carry to the market place. When the monsoon season started. When she went in for a bath. Mother heard the baby scream as the powerful current shot through his little body.” Their child was not going to come back. it was already too late. It’s a package deal. But perhaps the joy was meant to be short lived. Unable to control herself she called her husband and cried bitterly. our baby as gone” The man drove home like the wind. He gave us the beautiful experience of being mother and father. they still had each other to live for. he knocked at the door of a tiny cottage in the jungle. the child was asleep in his baby cot. He offered him his own bed to sleep along with some simple but tasty food. It took only a few seconds. there was heavy rainfall and the wood became wet. By the time she reached him. He had no choice but to carry the wet logs of wood to the market to sell it. 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. He picked up a small pair of scissors and stuck its prongs into the socket. When he showed the wood to the buyer. “Honey. Playfully he pressed the switch with his other hand. he held her in his arms for she had also lost her only child. All the virtues and vices of your partner come packaged in one capsule. so it was impossible to burn the wood to make coal. He’s gone. smile because it happened.done. Don’t cry because it’s over. The wood cutter was confused! Earlier he was supplying coal whereas now it was wood and that too. That’s what destiny had in store for us. We have to accept God’s will. “It’s all over. the mother used the vacuum cleaner at one of the sockets. the king disclosed his real identity and asked him. He said. wet wood! Where was the catch? . The woodcutter was very happy. he’s left us. Several months passed. As dusk fell. what he could give in return for his hospitality. found his way to the uncovered socket in the wall. A minute or two later the baby got up and incidentally. Love is unconditional. “This is yours from today. But.
“Shashi. the better chance we shall have to put to good use our bodies as well as our lives. The sooner we realize. by the time we realise that we are wasting our lives. I met a girl while I was in the United States and wish to marry her. “Children. it was real Sandalwood! The wood cutter realised what a fool he had been. Most of us indulge in burning our energies in doing futile things that eventually have no value nor meaning. now all of you . They may have to extend a palm in front of their children for their daily needs and expenses. They lived in Mumbai. Many of the senior members of our society may not be financially independent. last year. They shall bless you for it! Incidentally. had laid a condition before he had married her. She said that your son. She told me a strange thing. “Good. they did not expect. Many years later. Shashi was told by a friend. In the normal course of growing up and pursuing their higher education. I LOVE MY PARENTS Shashi and her husband were the proud parents of two young boys. Young men and women! Whether or not your parents are in need of financial help. “He had said to his fiancé.” Chorused the fifteen odd children in the coach. those words that her son had said touched her heart. very rich man. The older one. Are you having fun?” “Yes. we had gone to Singapore for a vacation.The buyer told him that the wood that he had brought was no ordinary wood. it is perhaps too late. 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. But. I met your daughter-in-law recently. both the boys went abroad. make it a point to give them something out of what you earn. They were an orthodox Hindu family. But. We actually burn our bodies at both ends. one day told his parents.” The parents were pleased but apprehensive. your parents have brought you to Singapore. Let us understand the value of the human body given to us by the Almighty. including ours. I have something to share with you. During one of our sightseeing tours. Well! They got married and lived in the United States. the girl. little realizing the value of this precious wood. He had cut and burnt hundreds of Sandalwood trees to make coal. “I have a condition. madly in love with her. for a holiday. 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. the son was very sure that he wanted to marry. although. that was something.” “Oh! What was it?” asked Shashi in surprise. “Mom and Dad. by now he could have been a very. She was an absolute tomboy full of vim and vigour. “Who is she? What does she do?” asked Shashi anxiously. The son chose his words carefully. she is a white girl!” Now. at a party. Had he known. They were earning well enough to have a very comfortable life. called Kim. She said to all the children in the coach. But. “Mom. we had an elderly tourist guide.
The meeting being over. that when you are all grown up and your parents are old. the client sat with Ahmed in an easy mood. 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. but it is good old commonsense. “My father had started this business house with Rawatji as his clerk. “He is my father!” Ahmed looked into the detail of the calculation and realized that his junior staff had indeed made a mistake.” Ahmed paused for a moment and then said. Nindak neare rakhiye. He has an uncanny sixth sense. Go over it again. “Who is that old man? Tell him to mind his own business. Ahmed was the head of a reputed business organization. you can see your picture as the other guy sees it. When I am the boss. Besides.” The learned Fakir Kabir said. At this age. use it to introspect and improve yourself. it is our duty to give them our best. Who was that old man and why did you allow him to speak to you like that? As the head of the organization. “Ahmed. experience and values. Nirmal kare subhaye!! This means. Suddenly he said in a stern. You know. I wouldn’t allow anyone to use that tone with me. to the best of our ability. who else can I turn to but Rawatji? Even Baba says. Yes. howsoever well qualified you may be.promise me. Rawatji listened quietly in a corner. One day a client was sitting in a meeting with Ahmed. FAMILY means. “Ahmed. his experience far outweighs ours. experience and values that are at the root of all good decisions. Rawatji managed everything passionately as if it were his own. you shall bring them for a holiday to Singapore!” What a beautiful thought! Our parents give us their best. In turn. in business. he attends office everyday. everyone better know it!” Ahmed said. Take criticism in a positive light. authoritative voice. keep a critic tucked away in the courtyard of your house. I mean. Steer clear of flatterers. sabun bina. he even stopped taking his salary. And for commonsense. He groomed me the way my father would have. They were tabulating the terms of the new agreement for the purchase of steel for the new plant.” The client raised his eye brows and said. you are miscalculating the overheads. He said. He is my worst critic and yet my best friend. Pobody’s Nerfect. so how can I be? He sees through the mistakes I make. Nobody’s Perfect. It is only when you are able to identify your faults and acknowledge them that you can do something to improve yourself. This amount is ridiculous. All they do is massage your ego! . Father And Mother I Love You! POSITIVE CRITICISM Rawatji was the eighty years old clerk in the office of Ahmed. Father passed away when I was only eighteen. He is my mentor. “Age should think and Youth should do. I believe you lost father when you were young. angan kuti chhawye! Bin pani. Fifteen years ago. to the best of their ability.
in search of good workers. This deal shall not even hamper your good looks. You do not know its value." She ran outside to play.” The following day. he tore one page on which was printed the map of the world. The priest introduced him to a blind man and said.. I am totally disillusioned because I have nothing. old. There is always the other side to whatever you experience in this world. Come back tomorrow. You are richer than many thousands of people who are disabled. Please help me to become rich..” The priest thought for a moment and said. All she asked was. if you would donate one of your eyes to him. I do not wish to give him my eye. you can sell one of your kidneys to him for a fair sum of rupees three lacs. I made the face perfect to get the map right. Make use of your limbs. THE POOR MAN A man. But the little one came back within minutes with a perfect map. My late grand-mother never asked. He was sure she would take the whole day to get it done. If you work and prove your worth to your employer. “I don't want to go through the pain. give me a day to think what I can do to help you to become rich. You can earn this money today.THE OTHER SIDE A Father was reading a magazine and his little daughter every now and then distracted him. Whenever we come across a challenge or a puzzling situation. leaving the father surprised. You will be surprised to see an easy way to tackle the problem. or I do not wish to live.. she said. “Is the child normal? Are all the limbs complete? Is the mother alright?” . come again tomorrow.. He said “This man is suffering from kidney failure.” The next day this poor man went to the priest's house again. “Alright. “This man would happily pay you two lacs of rupees. Seek out work. 'Yes'.” Then the priest said. “That shall disfigure my handsome face. “No. Dad. whether it was a boy or a girl. went to a priest and said. look at the other side. There is no dearth of jobs. sick and suffering.” This reminds me of what my mother once told me. The world is waiting for you.” said the man. This is your greatest wealth. She said that whenever a baby was born in the family (it was an extended family).” The poor man shook his head and said. "Oh. God has given you a perfect body. To keep her busy. “I am very poor.” The priest shrugged his shoulders and said. If you want.. who was full of self-pity. You only have to say. When he asked how she could do it so quickly. there is a man's face on the other side of the paper. I want to die. I shall think of something else. “If you are so concerned about your good looks. he shall surely value you. “My dear. Get up and get to work. the priest had another guest sitting by his side. Good establishments are in fact. He tore it into pieces and asked her to go to her room and put them together to make the map again..
all of us who are lucky to be blessed with normal healthy bodies are indeed wealthy. They are family. Contentment they say. They then proceeded with the porch lights and the garden lights. The salesman showed them a lovely chandelier for the drawing room. it is valuing and appreciating the things you already have. When the house was ready. Finally every thing was finalized and the order was placed. kindness. sacrifice etc. it is with the small things in life that make the path of our life comfortable and pleasant. 'the most important light. One bright sunny day they set out to buy light fittings for their dream house. But it was expensive. It was made of crystal and had candle bulbs in it.' So too. They are insignificant and inexpensive. yet most significant and valuable. They selected some simple fittings for the kitchen and the bathrooms. So. As the old man was about to sign the cheque for the total amount. we should value it and put it to good use. He silently sent a blessing to the salesman who had reminded him to buy what he had tagged. Now they had discharged all their liabilities. All their lives they had spent on their children's upbringing.In a society obsessed with male progeny. so they decided to build a small cottage for themselves. Soon they slept. THE NIGHT LIGHT An old couple was building a small house for themselves. love. the salesman said. Well. At midnight the old man woke to answer nature's call. is not achieving all that you dreamt of. they selected a simple and inexpensive one and made their way home. The sex of the child was very secondary. They cost precious little. Your family and friends are like the night light that provides light when all other lights are off! . “Sir. A normal healthy child is all she asked for. Let's not overlook them and start valuing them. They indulged themselves with a lovely set of bed side lamps for their bedroom. In fact the most important things in our lives are not actually 'things'. It was delicate and beautiful. We just need to understand that this is the greatest wealth that God could bestow upon us and so. lest we have to regret in retrospect for missing out on them. After much contemplation they decided to buy it. As they were about to settle down into their cosy bed for the night. as the salesman led him to a corner where there was a delightful array of night lights. 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 lady switched on the night light.” The old man raised his eyebrows. empathy. this was a great attitude. laughter. but they are the most important things in our lives. they moved in. you have not taken a look at our range of 'the most important light' for your house.
the Vaidya was put up in the Ashram. Our rooms are cooled by the breeze of trees we have planted all around. not live to eat. One day the Vaidya got fed up of his idleness and said. so they thought that they would heat some water for bathing. A little sparrow was sitting on the edge of one of the buckets. 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. The king recovered in a couple of days. En route they stopped at many temples. We work hard from dawn to dusk. We eat frugally because we eat to live. pastries and cheese puffs. eating simple food and working hard are the three legs of the tripod of good health. They lived simply. pakoras and rasmalais. Please ask the King to relieve me of my services. . they spent most of their time in meditation. the hard life style of the residents of the ashram. Some young sadhus lived there. To express his gratitude. They stopped over for the night. The king offered his prayers at each of the temples. Most importantly. The Vaidya went on. We use gadgets to execute all the menial jobs around us. The air was cool and clean. Months passed. wash and clean the hermitage. “Let me tell you the mantra of our good health. Accordingly. One of the Sadhus ran forward to scare it away. During the night the king became sick. her beak was in the water. two of the Sadhus went to the stream to fetch water. They ate mostly wild fruits and berries. “Hush! Hush!” he cried out. He said that he would provide for a monthly sum to be paid as salary to the Vaidya. They then went to collect fire wood. the king's party looked around for a place to spend the night. One evening as dusk fell.GOOD HEALTH There was a king called Sheelbhadra. The sage's people brought a Vaidya (Ayurvedic doctor) to attend to the King. They had left behind their families to meditate and free themselves from worldly attachments. This place has fresh air and sunlight. After collecting some dried wood. they got back.” The sage smiled. He along with a number of ministers and courtiers was on a pilgrimage. They slept on jute mats on the floor. I am fed up of sitting idle all the time. They brought water from the nearby stream to cook. During his stay at the ashram. The Vaidya had to sit idle all the time because no body seemed to fall sick there. 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. All of us here wake up at the break of day. but when it comes to eating. They found the hermitage of a sage. Some days passed like this. One day. “Oh sage! I really don't think that I am needed here. They filled a bucket each and set them near the hermitage. They bathed in the stream. Where is there room for any illness to creep in?” What a profound statement! Living close to nature. “Tell me. he asked the sage to keep the Vaidya there on a permanent basis. he saw from close quarters. In today's world we want to satisfy our taste buds with pizzas and burgers. The tiny bird flew away. It was a very cold day.
" he shrieked. she does. Who knows what reaches God? You are just wasting our time. that one is mine. had the water become impure due to the sparrow's touch? It was drawn from the stream. All wild birds and animals would be drinking from it all the time! Thirdly. Gopa sprang up to the stage and caught the Preacher by the neck and said." That was the last straw. "Of course she does! But how does that concern you? The Preacher repeated. 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. “Wait a minute that was my bucket. the first Sadhu reached out to pick up the bucket that had not been touched by the sparrow. The fellow continued to interrupt and disturb the session. "Panditji. When he did it for the fifth time. if you are sure that my words of abuse could penetrate through closed doors and windows. listens to our prayers? These are all a means of earning for you Brahmins. "Keep my mother out of this. "Well." Then Panditji said. 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. that the quantity of water was reduced? Secondly.” “Of course not. They had a scuffle and one of the sadhus. was able to physically lift the other one and throw him further. Hold your tongue or I'll kill you. till they caught hold of each other's neck. the Preacher raised his voice and said. got up and said rudely. but let me ask you something first. "She sleeps with her doors and windows tightly shut. "Kill me if you must. on this side." shouted Gopa. "Then do you think she would have heard my abuses?" "Of course she would have and I'm going to kill you for that." The Preacher asked the youngster to sit down and meet him later after the session was over. All the water spilled out! Let us look at this objectively Firstly. the water was going to be used for just bathing. isn't it?" "Yes. being more able bodied.When they reached the buckets. how much water could the sparrow possibly have drunk. to reach your mother. then how is it that my words of prayer would not reach the Lord who is omnipresent?" . it is mine. Why don't you just wind up your talk now? Enough is enough. That one is yours.” The argument went on. Leave my bucket alone. The other sage said. A young man.” “I put mine. what proof do you have that this so called God of yours. called Gopa.” “Why should I leave it. "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.
Not only that. But the story doesn't end here. The story still hasn't ended. They started off. He also listens to every word that you utter for anything and to anyone. He released the Preacher from his hold. The finishing line was a couple of kilometers on the other side of the river. He even reads your thoughts!" Many a times when you stand in front of the deity in a temple. you pray within your heart. But that was the only way I could have made you understand. and the other fast and still reliable at what he does. Be sure that God listens to every word that you utter in His praise. The Preacher got up and put his hands on Gopa's shoulders. make sure you create opportunities to give presentations that enable the senior management to notice you. So they decided to do the last race again. If your strength is analysis. continued walking and finished the race. one slow. by this time. the hare went all out and ran without stopping from start to finish. make sure you do some sort of research. but to run as a team this time. It's good to be slow and steady. methodical chap. and then challenged the hare to another race. swam to the opposite bank. Working to your strengths will not only get you noticed. The hare agreed. careless and lax. the tortoise took over and swam across with the hare on his back. but will also create opportunities for growth and advancement. There. They started off. If you have two people in your organization. make a report and send it upstairs. The moral of the story is fast and consistent will always beat the slow and steady. got into the river. The tortoise did some thinking this time. had become pretty good friends and they did some thinking together. if you are a good speaker. That is the version of the story that we've all grown up with. but He hears you no matter what! HARE AND TORTOISE (OLD STORY RETOLD) The moral of the old story of the hare and the tortoise is that slow and steady wins the race. the fast and reliable chap will consistently climb the organizational ladder faster than the slow. It continues: The hare was disappointed at losing the race and he did some soul-searching. He thought for a while. I used those words. and this time the hare carried the tortoise till the riverbank. The moral of the story? First identify your core competency and then change the playing field to suit your core competency. This time. In the meantime the tortoise trundled along. But then recently. So he challenged the tortoise to another race. The tortoise agreed. the hare took off and ran at top speed until he came to a broad river. but on a slightly different route. The hare sat there wondering what to do. someone told me a more interesting version of this story. methodical and reliable. "My friend. In an organization. and realized that there's no way he can beat the hare in a race the way it was currently formatted. you utter no words. In keeping with his self-made commitment to be consistently fast. On . He realized that he'd lost the race only because he had been overconfident.Gopa's jaw dropped. Both realized that the last race could have been run much better. He was at a loss for words. The hare and the tortoise. I'm sorry. but it's better to be fast and reliable. He won.
There are more lessons to be learnt from this story. Note that neither the hare nor the tortoise gave up after failures. “I already decided to love it . After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home. They both felt a greater sense of satisfaction than they'd felt earlier. Sometimes it is appropriate to change strategy and try something different. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. In life. when faced with failure. petite. who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock. 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.just for this time in my life. you haven't seen the room just wait." she replied.. well-poised and proud lady. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged.” Old age is like a bank account." "That doesn't have anything to do with it." she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. “It's good to be individually brilliant and to have strong core competencies. Jones. we perform far better. she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. I am still depositing. I have a choice. you'll always perform below par because there will always be situations at which you'll do poorly and someone else does well. The hare and the tortoise also learnt another vital lesson. . even though she is legally blind. I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work. and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away .the opposite bank. The hare decided to work harder and put in more effort after his failure. And sometimes it is appropriate to do both. making the move necessary. it's how I arrange my mind. moved to a nursing home today. you withdraw from what you've put in. Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank.. “I love it. the hare again carried the tortoise and they reached the finishing line together. sometimes it is appropriate to work harder and put in more effort. or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. "Mrs. Teamwork is mainly about situational leadership. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator. The moral of the story. ATTITUDE The 92-year-old. with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied. my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories.It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. The tortoise changed his strategy because he was already working as hard as he could. including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. Each day is a gift. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away. So. 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.
"Vanity. as we drove to the bank. Vanity said. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat." PICKLE JAR The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom. Love then found Knowledge and asked thename of the saviour "It was Time". I will take you with me. sadness. Love realized how much she owed the elder. Love asked. When the jar was filled." Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel. please take me with you. help me please." . Love asked. They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. Each and every time. Dad would look at me hopefully. Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity and answered. Knowledge answered. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave." Next. "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is.LOVE Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived. "But why did Time help me when no one else would?". please let me go with you. Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box. Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar. You're going to do better than me. When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. "I'm sorry. Happiness. 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." Sadness answered." "I can't help you". She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. love decided it was time to leave. As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar. "Sadness. Love began to cry. "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat. Can I come with you on your boat?" Richness answered. "Love. Love cried out. "Come Love. but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere. Love saw Sadness passing. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled. "Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill. Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank. When he got ready for bed. She began looking for someone to ask for help. Then she heard a voice say. Love saw Happiness and cried out. the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck. I'm sorry but I just need to be alone now." It was an elder. One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. Love was the only one that stayed." Then. including love. Love said. When the island was almost totally under. "Happiness. son." But Happiness was so over overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him. This old town's mill not going to hold you back. knowledge and all the others. Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production. "Richness. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name.
After dinner Susan noticed something and beckoned me to join her. was also in the same tree. My older cousin. he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm. it came to no surprise for my dad to find me at the top of a 30-foot tree swinging back and forth. my . "The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born. "But you'll get there. "Tammy. when Tammy's mother felt the gust of wind. poles. "Bart. She was hanging on the first big limb. To my amazement. I'll see to that. dimes and quarters. I told my wife Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life as a boy. and I finished college and took a job in another town. we grinned at each other. "You'll get to college on pennies. then try to tell the brain not to do what it just imagined. When the clerk at the ice cream parlor handed Dad his change." The years passed. The next thing I know." he said. Tammy. how much my dad had loved me. I dropped the coins into the jar." So I did. My little eight-year-old brain didn't realize the tree could break or I could get hurt. we spent the holiday with my parents. Tammy's mother also noticed us at the exact time my dad did. her eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser. Hold on tightly. Mom and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa. people who rely on internal pictures cannot see a negative at all. I was always climbing trees. She had fallen out of the tree. each and every time. "These are for my son's college fund. as if it had never been removed. I just thought it was fun to be up so high. about ten feet below me. dug down into my pocket. and pulled out a fistful of coins." We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream cone." He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. laying flat on the ground. the bottom already covered with coins. My dad then explained to me that the mind has a very difficult time processing a negative image. After dinner. nickels. Dad always got vanilla. as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier.Also. "When we get home. In my mind. we'll start filling the jar again. it defined. When I married. I could hear the leaves start to rattle and the tree begin to sway. more than anything else. Whereas. stood the old pickle jar. don't fall!" And Tammy did fall." she said softly. her nine-year-old brain had to first imagine falling. I always got chocolate. I heard Tammy screaming at the top of her lungs. He'll never work at the mill all his life like me. My dad later told me why she fell and I did not. POWER OF POSITIVE WORDS As a kid. happy jingle. With a gamut of emotions choking me. "Look. I remember my dad's voice over the wind yell. In order for Tammy to process the command of not falling. and literally hanging around upside down from the rafters of our lake house. In fact. he would grin proudly. So. taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. she yelled out. About that time a huge gust of wind came over the tree. I scampered down the tree to safety. As they rattled around with a brief. Apparently. I walked over to the pickle jar.
Notice when you or other people use them. Try: Presupposes failure. It leaves options for your listener Would Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen.) 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. Should Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen (and implies guilt. This is a classic mistake that parents and coaches make without knowing the damage of this linguistic error. If: Presupposes that you may not. But: Negates any words that are stated before it.eight-year-old brain instantly had an internal image of me hanging on tightly. Might: It does nothing definite. Please spread the positivity! . Write these phrases down so you will begin to catch yourself as they occur and change them. Can't/Don't: These words force the listener to focus on exactly the opposite of what you want. 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. 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. Usage of negative words has a toxic effect." Likely result: Watches more television. Better language: "I read too much television makes people stupid. Here is a list of Toxic Vocabulary words.
There was a couple who took a trip to England to shop in a beautiful antique store to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. I yelled and knocked and pounded at the door. I never felt such heat. Spotting an exceptional cup. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over. you would have cracked. but if I hadn't put you there. and especially teacups. I screamed. I said. that couldn't be me. But the master only nodded and said. Stop'. I'm beautiful!!!' Quietly he spoke: 'I want you to remember. where I cooled and waited and waited. but had I just left you alone. . He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf. My master took me and rolled me. and gently said. quietly. "Not yet!" Then WHAM! I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and around.' he said." but he only smiled. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel. you will not be able to have tea in a tea cup again without thinking of this.' He spun me and poked and prodded and bent me out of shape to suit himself and then he put me in the oven. "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. There was a time when I was just a lump of red clay. I know it hurt and it was hot and disagreeable in the oven. then. It's beautiful. ‘That's not me. The fumes were horrible. I have not always been a teacup. the door opened. You would not have had any color in your life. you never would have hardened. pounded and patted me over and over and I yelled out. and I began to cool. He only shook his head and said. When I thought I couldn't bear it another minute." "I don't like it!" "Let me alone. I pleaded. "You don't understand. Oh. "Stop it! I'm getting so dizzy! I'm going to be sick!" I screamed.' And I did. they asked "May we see that? We've never seen a cup quite so beautiful. I cried. 'Not yet'. I begged. I thought I would gag. 'I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded and patted. suddenly the teacup spoke. that felt so good! "Ah. but if I had stopped." I thought. They both liked antiques and pottery. Only it was not like the first one." As the lady handed it to them.THE TEA CUP Love this story or not. 'Not yet. after I cooled he picked me up and he brushed and painted me all over. I was convinced I would never make it. you would have crumbled. I cried. I was ready to give up. Stop it. "Don't do that. this is much better. wondering "What's he going to do to me next?" An hour later he handed me a mirror and said 'Look at yourself. you'd have dried up. ‘Oh. 'Not yet!' Then suddenly he put me back in to the oven. Just then the door opened and he took me out and again placed me on the shelf. please. But. but if I hadn't done that. This was twice as hot and I just knew I would suffocate.
“The Church. I am addicted to alcohol and cigarettes and doubt if I can give them up.' The moral of this story is this: God knows what He's doing for each of us. One by one. So when life seems hard. The preacher delivered a sermon on how the vices bring about our downfall. Please help me God!” Alex made a beginning. sit down and reflect on this story and then.” he said firmly. In the evening. Alex was in the habit of giving her an account with inflated figures. drugs etc. But if you can bring yourself to give up just one of your vices. Others sniggered and looked amused. Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you. I promise to give up one of them. a church. Every week he would hike up the account a little so that he could buy himself some alcohol and a couple of cigarettes. get angry. You'll be glad you did. He decided to try out the advice of the preacher. have a little talk with the 'Potter'. and you are being pounded and patted and pushed almost beyond endurance. she was asking for the week's account. They asked him. pleasing and perfect will.” Alex opened his mouth. The prevalent life style encourages youngsters to throw tantrums. when life seems to "stink". Now you are a finished product. Later in the day. Mom never suspected anything. After the service was over. a gurudwara or a mosque is sacrilegious! One such young boy called Alex went to the church.” he said demurely. I shall stop telling lies. food. it is very difficult to correct yourself. you can make a start towards a good life. when you feel like you are in a fiery furnace of trials.If I hadn't put you back in that second oven. his mother asked him how much he had spent that week. go to nightclubs. not to lie. tell lies to parents. all your vices shall automatically leave you. stationery. Now. when your world seems to be spinning out of control. What . Some of them guffawed. “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. he was out with his friends. try this. Alex looked the other way and managed to swallow his pride. cheat and even kill for the thrill! Going to a temple. you wouldn't have survived for long because the hardness would not have held. “The what?” they chorused. He happened to be very disturbed that day. A large number of youngsters are into drinking. etc. I have no control over my anger. 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. She usually asked for an account of his weekly expenses over petrol. “I went to the Church. 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. “I have many vices. Brew a cup of your favorite tea in your prettiest tea cup. and we are His clay. where were you this morning? All of us went to the Café. one Sunday. smoking. have pre-marital sex. He is the potter. He said. a deficiency of values. GIVE UP ONE VICE The younger generation of today has by and large. he went to the confession box and said softly. “Children. But from today. “Alex.
the hermit told the villagers about Jyoti meditation i. So the following week. meditation on light. I didn't know that all it took was giving up just one vice.” MEDITATION There was a hermit who lived in the forest a little away from a village. Good. Now pour in the oil. the hermit was waiting under the Banyan tree for Tatia. As a result. there was no extra money with him. Tatia was busy looking at the ant that was climbing on to the sleeve of his father.e. She raised her eyebrows. he was not getting cranky and had no cause for throwing tantrums. When the group was about to disperse. The villagers would ask him to teach them meditation. the rest of them followed suit. Tatia was a mischievous teenager who had endeared himself to the hermit by his naughty yet loving ways. the hermit asked Tatia to come alone the next day. During one meditation session. The boy would dance around the hermit and sing village songs for him. “I have come to thank you.” Tatia struck the match. It was a little windy. but he would insist that they would have to spend more time with him than just a couple of minutes. “Now light the lamp with a matchstick. oil and a matchbox. he gave her the correct amount. He was sure the hermit would punish him for his antics yesterday. The rest of them just walked out of the doorway. That's wonderful son!” She gave him the amount he had spent and a hug too! That unnerved him! Now.should he do? How should he give her the wrong figures? He was under oath not to lie. but the wind blew it out before he could so much as touch the matchstick to the wick. The wind was . you've been very thrifty this week. The villagers would some times visit him and he would tell them about the purpose and value of human birth. Tatia tried too. The next day. He told them that it was one of the simplest ways to meditate. Twist it well between your fingers and make it tight. “Alright make a wick out of this cotton wool. that is the first step towards God realization. but his mind would travel at a thousand miles per hour. The hermit saw it all. “Tatia. Some of the villagers learnt how to do it too. “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. Two months later. For the first time.” he would say. “Alex. Now put it into this little brass lamp and spread out its cotton base well. He tried again with the other matchstick. he had no money to buy himself a single alcoholic drink. The hermit said. He had a small hut made from mud with a thatched roof. He said. but the boy would keep on fidgeting. he noticed the bald patch on the head of the man sitting in front of him. He would tell them that the mind needs to learn to concentrate. a much happier Alex stood outside the confession box again. He also opened his eyes to make a note of the facial expressions of all those in the meditation class and giggled at their serious faces. He would want to giggle or scratch his nose just when he had been told to sit still.” said the boy somewhat meekly. One day. That's right. I just had to show the way out to the first one.” Tatia followed instructions. if they wished to learn meditation. for making me a different person. do you really want to learn meditation?” “Yes. There was a lamp lying next to him along with some cotton. No money for cigarettes too! He found that he was sleeping better. The hermit would ask him to sit still and repeat the Gayatri Mantra after him.
" The boy said. He seemed to be deep in thought and obviously did not wish to be disturbed. the man said softly. it is. Tatia was able to light the lamp with the first matchstick he had struck. Tatia looked confused and nervous. eh?" "Hmmm. “Does that mean that I can never take this lamp outside?” The hermit picked up a log." "And soon. if we take this flame to the woods and the wind catches the flame. Again and again Tatia lit the match. He tried a third time. after a while. "Yeah.” said the man. the mind too has to be taken away from the hustle and bustle and the noises of life. Lets take the stone out. He proceeded to set fire to that end of the log by holding it over the little brass lamp." offered the man. When the fire was burning strongly the hermit said. Strangely the wind became stronger. but it went out again.” So they went inside the hut. "Only till I toss a pebble into it now do you see the ripples?" "Yeah. But as soon as the hermit moved his hands away.” The boy put his hand into the water and tried to take the stone out. Go ahead and look for it. He was able to take the stone out. Tatia said. the man would toss a pebble into the lake. "they spread further and further. if we go out again the wind shall blow it out. it shall be erased by the tensions. "Look at the water. whims and fancies. he managed to bring the match to the wick. But he only succeeded in making more ripples. but each time it went out before he could light the lamp. Perhaps we can do it together. the lamp went out. jealousies. The mind has to go to a quiet place. "Sure. it's impossible to light the lamp in the wind." The man tossed a pebble into the water and continued." said the boy. it shall be strong enough to set the whole jungle ablaze!” THE RIPPLES A man was sitting by a lake. "Good pastime. It has to be sheltered from the cobweb of thoughts and desires. to withdraw from worldly thoughts before it can experience the light of God. “Can we go out now?” The hermit shook his head and said. desires etc of the world. “What if we want to stop the ripples? The root cause of the ripples is the stone. Some time later. it is absolutely still. this stone throwing. The boy went up to the man and said. “Likewise. “Now Tatia. A young boy happened to cross by. “Let's go into the hut. He was throwing small pebbles into it from time to time. There were only a couple of match sticks left in the box. The boy said. He was intrigued to see that after every few minutes or so. rolled a strip of cloth over one end and dipped it in oil. The hermit smiled and said. “The flame is too gentle and weak. The hermit said. “I'll try and shelter the match as you light it. the water is still again.faster than him again.” The hermit cupped his palms on either side of the match stick and the boy was able to light the wick. but the number of ripples that were made in the process were a lot more than before. The hermit smiled knowingly and said. . but if he exposes his knowledge to the world before it is strong enough.” The boy said. idiosyncrasies." The man continued. almost as if it was determined to defy. it becomes quiet. Similarly a person may learn something about God.
While he was convalescing. At the age of seventy four. Most important of all he developed an attitude of love towards all. smoking etc. The doctors had told him in no uncertain terms that if he did not behave himself he could start counting his days. I had a close brush with death when I was thirty four. no smoking. he started feeling better and better.The wise man said. revealing the crow's feet at the corners of his twinkling eyes. He looked at his beautiful wife and two little daughters. THE LAST DAY OF MY LIFE At the age of thirty. friends. if he were to die? He followed the directions of the doctors. Time surely is a great healer. “Grandpa. but prevention is always better than cure. It had a poem in it. She asked. a completely changed man. Once the disturbance has been caused it takes time to ebb out. No drinking. Slowly and surely he regained his health. “It is not possible to stop the movement of the water once a pebble has been thrown into it. how are you so good? How do you manage to love so many people?” The old man smiled. all played havoc with his health. For a couple of months. Any kindness . tensions. regular walks etc. one by one the restrictions started slipping. It was then that I learnt how life should be lived. life style changes. about the purpose of life. Understandably. he suffered another stroke. long hours at work. he sat with his grand daughter one evening. His attitude was always positive. diet restrictions etc. But if we can stop ourselves from throwing the pebble in the first place. it will take its own time to die down. Trivedi suffered a heart attack. Too many conflicting thoughts just cause more and more disturbances. Trivedi followed everything religiously. helpful and loving. a friend gave him a book to read. He stayed at the hospital for a month. goodness and value. Four years later. the ripples can be avoided altogether! So too.” Before you allow a thought or a piece of information to enter your mind. it is with our minds. He came home. He fostered love on who ever came his way. As time went by. The only way to save the mind from getting disturbed is to block and ban the entry of every superfluous thought that could be a potential cause for disturbance. it creates ripples. I expect to pass Through life but once. Slowly. put it through the triple filter test of authenticity. A friend gave me a book. Rich food. medicines. What would happen to them. He was sent home with a long list of do's and don'ts. If therefore there be. Even trying to forcibly remove the thought may further increase the turmoil in the mind. “My dearest baby. That started a series of thoughts. relatives and neighbours started seeking his help and advice on various issues for he seemed to be wiser than his contemporaries. If a thought enters into it. If a disturbance has entered into the mind. This is what it said. no tensions. no nonvegetarian food.
for being alive. Or any good things I can do to any fellow being. For I shall not pass This way again. it so happened that inevitably. that during the process of wrapping. 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. it was discovered. That being settled. the technical head was given the job of devising a method to overcome the problem. “My precious child. So. I thank God. He recited the poem boisterously without faltering. I live each day as if it were my last. I live each moment as if it were my last. For I shall not pass This way again.” The management hesitated initially. she found that it was empty. He proposed an expenditure of a large amount to put this system into place. When she opened one of the packets. Then he said. The process of handling each one separately for this purpose seemed to be very cumbersome. Let me do it now. After a detailed investigation. He had obviously learnt and lived it over and over. having no bar of soap in them! There was no way to make out the difference between a full wrapper and an empty one. but I have a solution that shall cost a fraction of what you are planning to go in for. for the empty packs would not get detected by a normal x-ray machine. So I try to do only that. what I would do on the last day of my life. The next day. there was a task before the management of the soap factory. Each morning when I wake up. one or two wrappers did get through. “Excuse me Sir. the worker brought a strong industrial fan. But eventually they heard him out and agreed to try out his proposal. An uneducated worker said. There was no soap in there. it was just an empty wrapper! She lodged a complaint against the manufacturer and got her claim. He put it at an .” THE SOAP BOXES A lady bought some bathing soaps from a shop. 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. for my impertinence.
for a complex problem! This goes to prove that ideas are not the monopoly of the educated. I shall behead you just now!” He drew out his sword and raised it to strike the sage. He had captured the crown prince of the neighbouring kingdom and killed the King. The king decided to pay his respects to the sage there. “All I ever gave these birds is love. “Stop shouting. Guruji!” Still. “Guruji has retired for the day. The king moved his arms up and around to ward off the birds. his eyes and his arms and all over.angle near the conveyor belt on which the packed soap bars were coming through and switched it on. “Guruji. They poked their beaks into his face. He said. The King walked up to the sage. The King was crossing through a jungle. “Maharaj wants to meet the sage. The sage did not look up.” That made the king even more furious. “Do you know who I am?” he shouted. Common sense is seldom common! THE POWER OF LOVE A mighty King was marching home after being victorious in a gruesome battle. The sage said calmly. “Your impertinence is intolerable. You are the one who knows not that this power is temporary. Hundreds of birds of different kinds were eating and the sound of their twittering filled the air. He wanted to rest. “Pranam. accompanied by his ministers and attendants. you can come tomorrow. But the birds wouldn't leave him. A simple solution.” The king was beside himself with rage. Guruji!” No answer.” The disciples said. I said Pranam!” he said in an angry voice.” The next morning the King came to the hermitage dressed in his royal finery. You are the one who kills for the love of power. The few empty wrappers that came through got blown off by the fan! The rest of them went past easily. The sage said. He sent his Minister and some soldiers to seek an audience. I do. “Yes. Nearby was a hermitage. The sage said. He spoke louder. They told the disciples there. . “Leave him! Leave him! Come to me my dears!” All at once. hundreds of birds flew up and attacked the king. The love of power has blinded you and brought you to the level of a killer. I rule over them like a king too. no answer. The king said. In an instant. The love of power shall bring about your downfall. The army halted there for the evening. One day another King shall kill you in the same way. These birds would have killed you. “Pranam. The sage was sitting under a tree and scattering bajra seeds all around. you are scaring the birds. The sage looked up and said. but that's because they love me. the birds quietened down and sat meekly at the feet of the sage. Oh King! Realize the power of love.
Many soldiers had died in both the armies. Others were dead and never did return. The old woman said firmly. Another young soldier walked in. But right now. Sit down by the log fire and make yourself warm. you have to help him. Without any questions. I'll do whatever I can to help you. some wounded. “Eat. I am all alone here. An old woman opened the door.” It's not what you gather. Against his wishes.” The old woman motioned to her son and together they unbuttoned the stranger's torn shirt. “I have a bullet in my arm.” said the soldier. but he is not here. I'm so happy to have you home. “But. Be careful. if he was in his own territory.” “I'll be on my way now.” The young soldier winced and said. enemy or not. The heated exchange of words woke up the soldier. The woman said. It's been so many days. You need to see a doctor. 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. Sleep now!” . I'm sure together we can do something for you. “Mama!” he called. but not succeeding. In the morning. The border areas were scenes of death and destruction. looking around uneasily. He cleaned it up. The young man sipped the tea. I need help.” The mother said. you are under my care. let it be. You're not going anywhere.” But he knew that he needed help and soon. she would surely find a way to kill him! Poison him perhaps! He was totally helpless. “Mama! Who is that?” She replied. knocked at a lonesome cottage in the sinister darkness. “Look son. he's wounded badly. “No way. a wounded soldier. He had lost a lot of blood. maybe I could look at the wound. An hour later there was another knock at the door. “He's the enemy Mama! You put us all into danger by letting him in.” The boy spoke some angry words but she stuck to her stand. One such night. He said brusquely. Look son.” She said. Should he ask the old woman? If it was enemy territory. In an instant he saw the new entrant and realized that he was at the mercy of the enemy.” she said simply. dug out the bullet amidst a continuous flow of blood.but the only power I ever exercise over them is the power of love and it is greatest power on this Earth. the son. Each night the soldiers would return to their barracks.” The son saw the other soldier and said. “Nothing you can do. upon his mother's insistence. lest you wake him up. you may go if you wish to. “Shall I help you to take that shirt off. hesitations or semblance of fear she let the young fellow in. My son too is in the army. She brought him some hot tea and a few slices of bread. “Oh! It's you my son. “This is my son. He wasn't even sure. making an attempt to get up. applied some ointment and bandaged it. “Sssh! He's just slept.” The boy said tersely. “That's the best I can do. The old lady said. some disillusioned and some vengeful.
but instantaneously changed the hand-shake into an embrace. It was a holiday. but that night he understood the meaning of the term ‘brotherhood of man. These mails are called spam mails.” The soldier left.' He knew that only one weapon was needed to kill all enmities. “Papa. after the other. He was back in a minute. “Temptation? What do you mean by that?” Father sat the innocent little boy in his lap and said.” he extended his hand towards the son. “Papa didn’t you tell me that when Temptation comes calling. my child is something that tries to incite you into doing something or buying stuff that we don’t really need. He didn't know what to say. His little son Sirish was watching him. He just deleted them. to tell us that it's the enmity that has to be killed.” It was Father’s turn to ask. I’m caught up. And that weapon was LOVE. the door bell rang and father said. Father asked “Who’s it. “How can I ever thank you?” She replied. so I sent her away!” He continued. “Temptation? What do you mean by that?” The little boy smiled and said. not the enemy. “Temptation!” Sirish asked. the soldier said to the old woman.In the morning after eating a wholesome breakfast of hot porridge. The ‘enemy' is also made of flesh and blood like us and some of them have hearts of gold.” The soldier was unnerved. “By Killing the enmity. son?” Sirish said.” said Sirish as he rose to open the door. Papa. “Temptation. “It’s okay Papa. For some of them he did not even open the attachments clipped on. If you study the whole write up. Only a few of them. father read through and typed replies to. don’t reason out. 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. They are sent by people who wish to tempt us to buy stuff that is not really good for us. A short while later. You see it’s better to delete it as soon as it comes up. Mummy told me that they are just not good for my teeth. Finally he said. That’s just what I did!” . I promise to try my best. As father opened one e-mail. Sirish watched curiously as father pressed the ‘delete’ key over and over again. Sirish noticed that for a large number of mails. “I'll try my best. father pressed the ‘delete’ key as soon as the e-mail was displayed on his screen. 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. “There was a lady selling chocolates at a discount. but he had lots of mails to clear so he had brought his laptop home. “We all need someone like your mother. what are you deleting?” Father smiled mysteriously and answered. not the enemy. Finally. “Sirish would you get that. I hope you will too.” “Yes. TEMPTATION Father was working on his laptop. just send it right back. it was just Temptation. he couldn’t contain himself and asked. The soldier said.
Setting an example is not just one of the ways of teaching your children. “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. water etc. He was very. He encouraged artists from all over his country and gave them valuable gifts. I too am an artist.” So the artist was given the job and he was very pleased indeed. He gave a double reward to the fellow. So how had he done it? The king wanted to know the secret. without looking at his work. Lo and behold! The same painting was to be seen on the opposite wall too! Amazing! But true! Each line. For when we polish our hearts and souls we see God’s reflection within. when would your work be ready? I am coming to see the first wall this evening. Everyone in the king’s court. After a month the first artist told the king that his work was complete and he would like to show it to the king. One day an artist came and said to the king. oil. that was a tall statement.” The man said. So he said. It is said that the world is a reflection of you. The following day a thick curtain was put into place and both the artists got to work. including the king and the first artist were intrigued. The second one would some with a cloth and a bucket of water every day. It’s the only way! THE PAINTING ON THE WALL There was a king who was a great admirer of art. showed up in it! That is what it means to polish your self. Just then. “Young man. Whatever you . very impressed with the painting and gave a hefty sum as a reward to the artist. I shall do so.” Now. “Oh King! Please allow me to work on the opposite wall. Moreover. “My Lord. I promise you shall not be disappointed. The king sent for the second artist and asked him. another young man said. “Young man. “My Lord. The reflection of the painting across the room. I am indeed very happy with your work. each minor detail was exactly as it was on the first wall. on the other side of the curtain. “Alright you may work on one of the walls in the new hall. The first artist brought in a regular supply of paint. 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. But you must tell me. But the king loved surprises and he decided to give the young fellow a chance.” Now. But this man had not been seeing what was going on.” The king said. my wall is ready too!” The king went to see the first artist’s wall. “Oh King! Give me a blank wall in your palace and let me paint a picture on it. how did you do it?” The lad said simply. It will be more beautiful than anything you have ever seen before. He then asked for the curtain to be opened up. the king happened to be constructing a big hall at the rear end of the palace. “What would you like to make?” The man said. I shall make exactly what that man will make on the opposite wall. Then he said.
2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 All of us have biiiig hearts. "This is a picture of the human heart. This is what Rajat read out: 1 red.. My heart loves all parts of my body. One day she went to his room and found him studying a big book. he read out his article that was a very good piece on the functioning of the heart. If you are happy. that is what the world will seem to be to you THE BEAUTIFUL HEART Arushi was only seven years old." The Professor in-charge was baffled. Off you go now. Her cousin Rajat who was twenty years old. I seek your permission. Only God knows how to make new hearts so we should try not to break them. that I can put so many people into it. On the day of the presentation." Arushi sat down to work seriously. If you are sad. My heart is cracked and breaked when people say a bad things to it. My heart does dhak-dhak all the It is in circolatury system and pumps all the blood. dejected. Mama says God lives in all hearts. Then why do people fight? . jealous. the world will look to be happy. There is one like that in all of us. Rajat looked at her.are. My heart is soooo big. I am writing an article on the heart for my presentation. She climbed onto his lap and asked. the world will seem to be that too. "Can you feel how its beating? It works hard all day to pump blood. angry. to share with you. restless . what my seven year old sister has to say on this topic. "Sir. time. hiding his smile and said.. Then he said. her eyes shining." She looked at it curiously. If my heart did not give love I would die. so she called him Doctor Bhayia (brother). "Sure. My heart is When Raju break my dolly. She wrote her article and gave it to Doctor Bhayia. but all the same he nodded his head in assent. what is this?" He said. a part of my heart cried and died. as if trying to understand everything! He caught her little hand to place over his heart and said. you write something for me and I'll put it into my work. to speak for another minute." "May I help you?" asked Arushi. "Doctor Bhayia. When I get new toys my heart jumps. was studying medicine. Arushi thought he was already a doctor.
I wish you luck. She had seen beyond the mechanics. You have to train under the grand maestros. But don’t worry. They had the audience literally dancing to their tunes. you can make it if you practice consistently. The second round. “Well. the only difference is that you are yet to become famous. Those that did not make it. Come out of your Utopia. you just need to garner it right. the flesh and the blood. even we are still learning. You youngsters think that by singing a few numbers here and there you can become singers of repute. Tears streamed down the girls cheeks. Soon the singing part was over. What struck the audience was not the final . It was time for the final verdict. but her eyelids were not strong enough to hold in control the flood of emotions that besieged her. men who had made a name for themselves in the world of music. you were brave to have chosen that song. Then the Professor rose up from his seat and started clapping One by one. Little Arushi had seen beyond what doctors see. centrestage and said to her. wept openly.” It was the turn of the third judge to speak now. “I wonder what prompted you to choose such a difficult composition to sing. You have my blessings. for they could not hold back the tears of disappointment. He said. Do you think that people like us who have made a name in the world of music are any different from you? No. There was a thunderous applause from the audience. Twenty two entries had been selected from the hundreds of entries received. The first judge called one of contestants. Good luck to you. You need to train for longer hours. be happy. Meera. The contestants had sung in front of three eminent judges.” The rest of the contestants went through their turns of listening to the opinions of the judges on their respective performances. just how it should have been sung. You have immense potential in you. everyone stood up to give a standing ovation. having proved your mettle in such a sea of talent. you have to practice day and night. It was a rare honour to get a chance to sing on this platform. one is always a learner. Don’t give up. The crowd was going berserk with enthusiasm. in front of such a voluminous audience and in the midst of so much talent. only five contestants were short-listed. Truly she had understood the real functioning of the heart! THE MUSIC COMPETITION A talent search competition was being conducted by a music company for young budding singers. The lucky five sang in the final round. The first round being one of elimination brought the number down to ten. The road is tough but it’s not impossible to conquer. You have sung it terribly! I cannot even count the number of mistakes you have made.” He went on to sing a line from the same song to show this bewildered contestant. The singers had excelled. He said. Lady luck shall surely smile on you if you continue to persevere. The mike was passed on to the second judge. young lady. She fought to hold them back. started with bated breaths and pounding hearts. All the young participants put forward their best. At the end of the second round.There was pin-drop silence. In this field. But you have a lot to learn yet. Let me tell you. we are also like you. “First of all young lady I wish to congratulate you for having reached the final round.
result. Inderpal was the Sarpanch of a village. Mahipal still had some money left over. He also got together all the young boys in the village and asked them to lend a hand in clearing the path to make a road for ‘our village’. So. but polish you into a brilliant gem! THE VILLAGE SARPANCH The villages in India have a head-man called Sarpanch. There is no greatness in pointing out where and how great men stumbled. but the attitude of the judges. He employed a contractor who came with a large team of labourers. “We shall not cut it. The old Sarpanch decided to put both of them to test. It is not the critic who is important. The small amount that was left over. Half way through they came across an old Banyan tree. Having discussed the pros and cons of having either of the two as Sarpanch. He had become very old and was failing health. For not all people have the guts to try. In a couple of days the contractor reported to Karam that the road was ready. As the audience walked out of the auditorium. He has had the strength to submit himself to a verdict of success or failure. Karam set to work the very next day. . Together the boys planted them on either side of the road. Even if he fails. A couple of names were suggested. They cleared the track of bushes and trees and beat down the mud to settle it. we shall divert the path a little to go by its side. Mahipal said. at least he has had the experience of the journey. They even erected small banks of mud on either side. 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. the elders were unable to make a final selection. When the road was ready. The village was about a mile away on either side from two different highways. The track cut through the play ground where some boys played Kabaddi. 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. recruited only a few labourers.” All the young men helped to level out the land. he told the village elders that he wanted to retire from the post of Sarpanch. They zeroed down on the names of two men. Important are those who have had the guts to enter the arena. He bought a hundred saplings of mulberry. Karam and Mahipal. Mahipal on the other hand. Life they say is a rocky road. make mistakes and then get up and try again! A winner is one who after a long journey of sweat and perspiration has the strength to make it to the end. The funds were not enough for making a proper road. 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. a few were discussing the participants and the results. He has had the spirit of adventure. The challenge is to let it not grind you into dust.
She shall make a very suitable bride for you. Moreover. please make her your wife. She would be a perfect bride for you. There is no way that I can defend myself against their sharp teeth. The Sarpanch went to see both the roads.” The mother rat rushed to the Rain God and said. I am indeed moved that you thought of me as a good match for your daughter. But if you are looking for a powerful husband. young she-rat was eligible for marriage. They make holes and burrows wherever they please. the ambitious mother scurried away to the God of Wind and swiftly proposed to him.” THE RAT BRIDE It is good to be ambitious. eager to see the reaction of the Sarpanch. “Please dear Mountain God. It is his dedication. He named Mahipal as the new Sarpanch saying. “Lady. He was greeted by a whole group of youngsters. He along with his caravan of rats digs into my body. “The most essential quality of a leader is not perfection. Please accept her as your wife. They showed him the saplings that they had planted. “My daughter is extremely beautiful and your power is unmatched. Mahipal has been able to win the trust of all these youngsters that is why they have followed him. I try hard but I cannot move him. but let me tell you that the king of rats is more powerful than me. He has been honest to the cause and has shed sweat to involve people and make a team. but being over ambitious can lead to disappointment.” . Why don’t you propose to him?” So. “Oh mighty God of wind! Please marry my lovely daughter. for he is immovable.” The Rain God replied with a twinkle in his eye. The Sarpanch was especially touched by the gesture of side tracking the old Banyan tree and not axing it. “Oh King! I offer my beautiful daughter to you. let me tell you that the Rain God is mightier than me. “I am honoured by your proposal. The Sarpanch was happy. Sometimes it can be funny too! A pretty. he is a leader of people and that because he and his word are worthy of trust. 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. I am completely overshadowed. Later he went to see the other road. A leader is never a leader alone. credibility and his ability to create a team.” The Sun God smiled warmly and said. “Madam. I have to change my track.” So the mother rat went to the king of rats and said wearily. Your power and her beauty shall make a great alliance. He was impressed by the perfection with which Karam had done the job. Her mother was somewhat over ambitious and decided that she must find a very powerful husband for her darling daughter. It looked quite professional and meticulously done.” The wind God chuckled and said. She went to the Sun God and said to him. only one who serves is fit to become a leader. When I bump into him. “Dear Rain God. “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.The completion of work was reported to the old Sarpanch. for when he comes with his army of clouds. please marry my daughter. will you have my charming daughter for a bride?” The Mountain God spoke in a grating voice.
He loved these old people and he loved to see them laugh. “Gladly!” So the king of rats married the pretty young lady. The sight he saw stopped him in his tracks. They looked forward to Bunty’s visits just as much as he looked forward to them. all the residents would sit outside in the garden.The king of rats blushed from ear to ear and said. others were healthy. One day he told them about the drama that they had at school. They would often ask her why Bunty had no friends of his age. Some were sick. Another day he brought his cricket bat and played cricket with them. He seemed to have no friends of his age. Would you like to come to his room?” The old man followed the lady to Bunty’s room. A worried looking mother opened the door. Is everything alright?” The woman hesitated. 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. I mean. The next day too. no. Bunty is sick. There was a nurse on duty. Bunty. He would put the daisies into the hair of the old women and into the button holes of the old men’s jackets. The management would put cane chairs outside. 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. one old man who was really missing Bunty. She got up and motioned them to come out of the room. “Good evening ma’am! I was wondering if Bunty is well. but sometimes she would come along with Bunty and chat with these oldies. He loved to see the Grandpa’s turn into little boys. Next to his bed was a trolley laden with bottles of glucose and dextrose. Bunty’s mother was usually busy with her household chores. Next door lived a young couple and their ten year old son. “Yes.” One evening the residents waited for Bunty. On the fourth day. others were confined to wheelchairs. The little boy was very thin and weak. She would simply say. “He’s happier playing with you. There were numerous bottles of medicine. Sometimes he would bring yellow daisies for them. pressed the door bell of Bunty’s house. Some were active. Sometimes Bunty would play the guitar and sing songs for them. Tea and biscuits would be served to them. the ambitious mother rat realized that her beautiful daughter was fit to be a bride only for a rat. It had about thirty residents. It was a daily routine that these elderly people looked forward to. and all the men ‘Grandpa’. Every evening he would come to the old age home and chat with the residents. there was no sign of him. They had a grand wedding and the rest they say is history! Finally. She signalled for them to be quiet. Perhaps he has got something in common with you. but he didn’t turn up. we haven’t seen him around for some days. He called all the women ‘Grandma’. In life too. Please don’t disturb him. it isn’t. “He has just gone to sleep. A bottle of blood was being transfused into the boy. He enacted the various roles all by himself. He’s been struggling with the pain.” .
she said. Bunty is thalasemmic. while playing games. Get me some food quickly. He used to let them out for the transport of apples from Himachal Pradesh to the plains. “He never told us. first and foremost we are answerable to our own conscience! FIND YOUR WAY BACK HOME The father of a teenager usually tries to teach him life skills in an attempt to prepare him for the proverbial ‘Big-bad world’. It will take a while for him to get well. The Insurance company executives had come to assess the loss. He came to see us everyday. I left my wallet at home. I’m really hungry. Most of the apple boxes had split open and the apples were strewn all over the road. “Every month we take him to the hospital for his blood transfusion. It makes him happy. The old man said. In the wee hours of the morning he got the message that one of his trucks had skidded and overturned on the highway.” As she served him food. He never wanted to discuss his disease. Bunty’s a strong willed boy. but he never let us know. to look in to the matter. Come to think of it.The lady said. I’ve not had a bite all day. but those who learn to live with things that are less than perfect! THE APPLE TRUCK A man owned many trucks. all that sharing and caring. each professional. “Didn’t you say that there were apples strewn all over the road? Why didn’t you pick up a couple of those and eat them? Why did you go hungry all day?” He said simply.” The old man was speechless. Luckily there was no loss of life. “How could I? They didn’t belong to me!” How true! We are answerable to others later. One such father was on a business tour to a foreign . A crane was called to put the truck back on its wheels. He’d be heart broken if all of you were to pity him. The contractor who owned the apples came to retrieve what ever he could. doing his job to get things back into the streamline. even you never let us know!” “Grandpa. “Grandpa. He got a chest infection and had very high fever. He has very low immunity. so he opts to play with all of you. Three days back he contracted a viral. all that concern and laughter from a child who was thalasemmic! The happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems. so I allow him to see you every evening. He was pained to see the truck laid upside down on the roadside. tired and weary. He’s not able to match up with his peers at school. All the little acts of love. At dawn the truck owner went to the site of the accident. “In the hurry.” She swallowed to hide her tears. He told his elder sister. It was late in the evening when the truck owner returned home. We requested the doctor to give him the blood transfusion at home. Many hours passed.
you did rather well. the boy decided that the best thing he could do was to make his way back to the hotel. He walked the street up and down several times but could not find his father. Anyways. but he fought them back. I must say. They were walking on a busy road. even for a moment?” “No. Suddenly the boy realized that the father was no where around. He had taken his fourteen year old son with him. he walked. He looked around for him desperately. I wonder what life is all about. but he was disappointed. He sat down and thought. He marched up the stairs to their room. But no where could he find his father. to your eternal . only to find that he did not have enough money to pay for his fare back to the hotel. for that was the farthest he could pay for. the restaurants and the corridors. looking at the sunset. he found his way back to his father! I too expect you to find your way back to your eternal father. “Do you remember the day. One quiet evening. He felt tears brimming in his eyes. It was late in the night when he finally trudged into the hotel tired. he tactfully asked the traffic policeman to guide him on how to get there. Why do you not guide me? Why don’t you talk to me sometimes?” Then God replied. I too expect you to find your way home. I’ve gone through so many ups and downs in life. Your son did well. “I was only a few steps away from you. without letting him know his actual predicament. the shops. The boy grew up to be a man and the father became old. you would have seen me. The boy was scared.” “Oh! Really? Then why did you follow me all the time?” “I had to be sure you were safe. The boy looked in the restrooms. I am old now. “I wanted to see. 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. hungry and weary. the old man sat in the garden.” “Neither did I! If only you had looked around carefully. all the time!” “What do you mean?” asked the boy incredulously. I was testing you to see whether you could find your way back to me. Many times he had to ask for directions from strangers. So. “Lord. He took a bus to a place that was half way to the hotel. hoping to find father inside. The other half. He rummaged through his pockets. He was talking to God. They were staying at a small hotel. I’m quite proud of you!” Years passed. ‘What next? What should I do? How will I find him in this alien land.” “Did you let him out of your sight. you decided to test your son?” “Yes. Do you even know what I have been through? As I sit in this armchair in the twilight of my life. As the sun began to set. if you could fend for yourself. He read the directions from the site maps on the way. but to no avail. he did not even know the way back. I wonder why you created me and then left me alone in this world to fend for my self.country. They went out in the day. with no money in my pocket?’ Just then he heard the key turn in the door and father walked in! “Dad.
I am waiting for you to find your way back to me because you belong to me. Try your luck!” So. The old woman looked at the newly born girls and beseeched the Lord. He along with one of his students called Abdul. “No!” The officer explained that the land that they were asking for was home to a number of fishermen. “Well. thanks to the large heartedness and vision of a nationalist called Father Peter Peirera. “Well! Can we give them the church for the benefit of our country?” Slowly.” SPACE RESEARCH A senior scientist was doing space research. As for the old church. I shall have to ask them. The old woman put one of the wailing babies to the breast of the young mother. for a nationalistic cause. numb with pain. Abdul made his first rocket there. you could ask Father Peter Peirera. For his research. after the service was over. who was in charge of the church. She was lying behind a bush. Father Peter Peirera addressed the gathering and conveyed the request of the scientists. the officer smiled and said. the scientist and his students went to request Father Peter Peirera. ‘yes’. The other baby slept peacefully by her mother’s side.J. The woman was weak and miserably poor. He had a group of young scientists to assist him. “Well scientific research is much required for our country. Then he asked. “Officer. She had to forego her own dinner to buy some milk for them. The scientist requested the officer with a smile saying. It would not be possible to give it. The next day the road contractor came. approached the Municipal Officer concerned and put in a request for allotment of land for scientific research. Father said. if they could shift to another suitable place. the scientists name was Dr. it was used as a workshop for the research programme by the scientist and his team.. The first response was. The contractor went to the house of the old woman . THE TWINS A young woman labourer assisted in building roads.” The following Sunday. The only person attending to her was an old woman who was also part of the road building team. in a pool of blood.” Ironically. perhaps we could request the church management. Vikram Sarabhai. very slowly.P. Incidentally. Abdul Kalam. he needed a big piece of land a little far away from the city. Another space was allotted and a new church was built for Father Peter Peirera and his people. drop by drop. the old woman looked after the babies for the night. the people started saying ‘yes’. She fed it to them. A. is none other than Dr. She had just given birth to twin daughters. But this is God’s home. The God of death hovered around her and soon her painful life drew to an end. He was told that one of the woman labourers had died leaving behind two little babies.. This church belongs to the people. ‘yes’. Former President of India! All that. And Abdul..home! Come my child. In addition there was a church on that land. till the entire crowed agreed unanimously to give up their place of worship. “Oh God! What is the crime committed by these poor souls! Who will look after them? Have mercy on them!” Out of compulsion.
He knew who they were! But. Twenty years later. God alone knows what is good for each one of us. he chose to keep quiet.to see the girls.. “Father has only a few breaths left now. His four sons stood around him. We tried our best to find out about their family but to no avail. Soon he will die. And had the old woman not died. the young son of the contractor brought home a beautiful girl. the old woman would not have come forward to care for them. I want to tell you that Anubha is my daughter in every sense except the biological one.. “Sir.. The contractor asked the girl to bring her family. The girl’s father asked to talk to the contractor alone. A very old woman died in a dirty cottage. When God answers your Prayer. The eldest son said. He said. the girl brought her parents and sister. The next day. for he could not bear the stench of the damp walls mixing with the smell of urine and stale milk. He noticed that they both had a mole on the left cheek and looked very. When one door closes. When God denies you your wishes. He confirms that He loves you. Another one opens. Had the mother not died. THE LAST JOURNEY A rich old man was very ill and was on his ‘death-bed’. He confirms that He is waiting for the right time to give you the right thing. The wedding was fixed. He told his father that he wanted to marry her. My wife and I were passing by..” Then it came back to him! He looked at the girls closely and saw the black moles on their left cheeks. He handed out some money to the old woman and mumbled something under his breath. He rushed out of the room. They were probably just a few days old. These two girls were crying by her side. Had the young mother not died. these girls would surely have become labourers too. The contractor was much impressed by the sisters. Let us arrange for a beautiful open-jeep carriage to take the body to the funeral ground. The secret that had been guarded by the couple from their own ‘daughters’ should remain a secret. very similar. When God keeps you waiting. He confirms that you made the wrong choice. One of you go and talk to the flower girl to deliver fifty garlands of fresh balsam flowers so that . Finally we brought them up as our own.
do we really need the new clothes? He is going to be dead anyways. Two beautiful . the gardener came and cut the rose stalks. The third bush had soft light pink roses known as desi-gulab or wild roses. The roses on the first bush were blood red in colour.” The second son said.we can decorate the arthi nicely. Also order a set of new clothes for him. He wanted to leave behind enough wealth to make them comfortable for a long. The garland stringer chopped off the stalks and leaves. And. He said. He sent them to a florist. She strung the roses into an exquisite garland. The second bush had roses in yellow with pink streaks. “We wish we could be given to a beloved. for red roses are the ultimate expression of love. After all what does it matter to a dead man.” The old man happened to be listening to this conversation between his sons. I’ll just go by myself. The red roses said. but their unique selling point was their shape. The roses on three of the bushes got talking. 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. They were not at all pretty to look at. “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. adding some asparagus ferns and silver strings. So. Each fold and each petal was a sculpted masterpiece. shapes and sizes. “Why to order the flowers? They shall rot in this heat anyways. “We hope to be able to spread our fragrance to more and more people. It’s only a short distance from our house to the crematorium. but they were extremely fragrant. long time. we should be displayed for people to see and admire. “Why bother with the ambulance and the flowers? The funeral ground is just behind our house anyway.” The third son was even thriftier.” The roses on the second bush said. Surely that should be more economical. “We are so perfect. What was this they were saying? His sons! His dearly beloved sons! His own flesh and blood! With a surge of energy he sprang up from the bed and said. he must go too. whether his last journey is in a fancy carriage or in an ordinary ambulance?” The youngest son was craftier still. Each bush was abloom with roses of different hues. I don’t need help from anyone of you.” The roses on the third bush said softly. an ambulance or a cot. we can put him on a cot and carry him on our shoulders. He said. I think my shoes are enough for me to walk out of here. I don’t need a carriage. like a King. He won’t even know. We are four of us. The red roses were bought by a rich old lady who passed them on to an expert garland stringer. down the road? It shall not cost as much as the jeep carriage. The carriage shall cost us dear. Our father has lived like a king.” THE ROSE GARDEN Spring had brought new life to this beautiful rose garden. Why don’t we just ask for the ambulance from the ‘Jeevan Hospital’. “If one of you will kindly bring my shoes.” The next day. Each one of them was exquisitely formed.
The red roses suffered a setback to their vanity but made up for it because they soon realised their folly. but they were happy! What about the perfect yellow roses? They spent all their life waiting for recognition and admiration. The end that you eventually meet with depends upon the road you choose to take for the journey. Here is some food for thought. The wild roses were focussed right from day one. The roses were proud for they were the centre of attraction for all to see. to none other than Radha-Krishna the proverbial lovers. holding their cell phones. A group of young workers were deputed to hand roll the mixture onto fine sticks. He picked them up and put them in the sun to dry along with many other flowers that had been laid out for drying. Even their cries could be heard by no one. deep in conversation. Many devotees saw the exquisite garlands and wowed at them. The entire set up was placed on the centre table of the entrance of a hotel.” The roses beseeched the Lord. but the physical and the mundane. Perhaps you could identify . The red roses were happy for they had been used by the lady as an offering of love. Find your focus. They added some powder to the water now and then so that it would not start stinking due to stagnation. The red roses swelled with vanity. but no one came forward to listen to their cries. 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. The red roses’ vanity was burnt away and they were reduced to nothing. for no one seemed to want to buy them. That bunch was left sitting in the shop of the florist for days. that is of utmost importance. We were too caught up in pride to enjoy our closeness with you. Please do not caste us away. The red roses cried. egg shells and chicken bones. whereas the yellow roses thought about nothing. The girl took the roses home and gave them to her mother. A man saw the wilting red garlands. Others hurried past. 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 next day the priest removed the garlands from the deities and cast them away in a corner of the temple. Let us pause for a moment to look into the fate of the little pink roses. The roses wept for they felt dejected and useless.garlands were made and delivered to the rich old lady. Please Lord! Give us another chance to serve you. 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. She offered them with devotion to Radha and Krishna at the temple. glancing at their expensive wrist watches and talking sixteen miles to a dozen. Eventually they wilted and the hotel cleaner dumped them into the garbage along with the rotting peels of vegetables. they were crushed to a fine powder and some glue like substance and some oils were added to them. “Oh Krishna! Oh Radha! We are sorry for being vain. but only a few people had time to stop by and admire their perfection. 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. Busy executives rushed past. The yellow roses preened and smiled. When the flowers were totally dry. The mother shook off all the petals into a huge basin of water. Aggarbattis were made! They were used in the temple to sanctify the area with their aroma. Eventually the florist gave them away for free to the girl who worked in the shop. They were almost beginning to rot and their dreams of giving fragrance to people seemed to be quite impossible to realize. The petals lay immersed in the water for days.
” The lawyer counted “One . because he came in the way. He had lost his only son in a battle.with either of the roses and in case you are on the wrong track. I was also a soldier in your son’s army regiment.” Then he reached into his pocket and took out an envelope. “I can pay Rs. Gone. “You are not alone. It said. The rest of the property may be auctioned and the proceeds used for setting up an orphanage for the orphans of war. but this one touched his heart. She had a fourteen year old daughter and an eleven year old son. his collection of master pieces. Marina’s world had just crumbled to bits. 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. Many years later. His lawyer had a letter that was to be read out after the cremation.. .for it. She had no work experience. you are smiling and others are crying THE SON’S PORTRAIT Kripa had become old. do let us know”.” So saying. Again and again the lawyer called out for someone to name a price. “Before I read out the Will regarding the inheritance of the property.. you were crying and all those around you were smiling. cut it open and pulled out the Will. actually hit him.. Most of them offered. Sorrow and age had wrought havoc on his face and dulled his vision. i. Two .” That was the end of the auction. I have been directed to put up for auction.27/.”. I have painted a portrait of your son. this portrait of his son first of all.. One afternoon. 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 must auction out the vast collection of paintings and utilize the sum as directed in the letter. this could just be the right time for you to change your track. Kripa passed away.. the old lawyer put up the portrait of the deceased son that had been presented by the soldier. Three . Their savings had been spent to the last penny in trying to save him.” Kripa was a connoisseur of art. “If there is anything that we can do to help. The bullet that was meant for me. I was with him when he died. we will stand by you. she was totally a home-bird. It was put above the mantelpiece in a place of honour. rummaged through his worn out pockets and said.. His body had become infirm and weak. The portrait is yours. but no one wanted the crudely painted picture.. I owe my life to him.. The old family gardener came forward. Live your life such that when you are to go. The walls of his beautiful house were adorned with masterpieces of great value. a visitor knocked at his door and said “Sir. There were no takers. “The entire collection of paintings shall be inherited by the buyer of my son’s portrait. I have special instructions regarding his most valuable property. Friends and relatives came to console her. If only we show love towards those whom He loves. The lawyer said.. The pain had been too much to bear and he had lost the will to live. So it is with the Lord. please accept it as a gift.e.
to turn your thoughts away from all your problems and leave everything into His hands saying. With one stroke. when He asks you to surrender your problems to Him and forget about them. the owner is my friend no doubt.” Father said. “Yes honey. “Actually Marina. for the warden was supposed to be present all day. The poor child looked at the revolting mass in her plate and felt that if she ate it.. She refused to eat the jackfruit. 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. will you grant me a wish?” Father grabbed the opportunity to resolve the situation and said quickly. The next instalment for the school fees of her children was due in a fortnight. I mean. meaningless endearments and lame excuses. The school provided free education to the wards of their employees! The school mess would also provide free meals to her wards and herself. but if there is anything else. I’m always willing to help. I’ll get it for you. “It may not be a ‘thing’. “Don’t worry. “See that you . but you are really not the type. The little girl had her eyes and her plate full. He does not take over.” This went on. “Okay. Grandma looked disgusted at the attitude of the mother.A month later. 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 girl said. Her expenses seemed to soar whereas her resources dwindled. Today’s menu for lunch was jackfruit and curd with Roti. But. The tension was unnerving. “Oh God! Why did you do this to us? How shall I tend to my children? Please help me for I am absolutely alone. The next morning she found an advertisement in the newspaper for a walk-in-interview to fill the post of a warden for a Boarding school. provided she could move into a residence at the hostel premises.. 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. She was offered the job..” A week later Marina applied for a job as a salesgirl. The mother said. if I eat it.. “Lord. all her problems were solved! It is only God who stands by His words. but she is just not the obliging type. Mother was equally adamant. Thy will be done. Marina requested one of these friends to help her get a job as a receptionist at a local school. Just finish it fast and tell me what you want.. Marina broke down. I would have spoken to the Principal for you. so he watched in silence. To surrender means. in a women’s garments store and asked a relative to put in a word for her. hollow words.. I’ve given you my promise. you have to have a certain personality to look after such a job. Now gobble it up. The house rent was grossly overdue. She walked into the interview room with the confidence that stems only from God’s presence in you.” The girl put a spoonful of jackfruit into her mouth and made a face as if she was tasting poison. she would definitely throw up. they really won’t listen to anyone. Till one night.” When at last you realize that God is all you have left. if you continue to worry about them.” She cried herself to sleep. In her dream she saw God smiling at her and blessing her. The friend said. “You see Marina. whatever you say. She cried her heart out and prayed. It may be something else. Suddenly she said.
“She has done her part. it’s just a bowl of jackfruit. It’s so unfair!” she said in a trembling voice. It’s not such a big deal after all!” The girl ate it all up. For once Grandma seemed to see eye to eye with her daughter in law but chose to keep silent.” The man was even more confused now. they are gifted to us by God. what about that now? You are going back on your word. And how does it matter anyway? Its just hair! It will grow back. A short while later a boy came to the park. Silly girl!” said mother. “Daddy you promised me. “Oh no! My son did not have to get his head shaved.” Daddy said. she will never learn to honour hers. She promised my son that she would get her head shaved. washed it down with a whole glass of water and then said quickly. although he could not make out head or tail of why she wanted to do such a weird thing. Why don’t we buy you a nice Barbie doll instead?” “But I don’t want a doll. But I never thought she would actually live up to it. “But. You have always taught me about the value of honouring your word. During the chemotherapy he lost all his hair and was refusing to come out of the house. It was a bargain. why did your son have to get his head shaved?” he asked. with a clatter and grandma almost fainted. don’t even dream about it. He did not understand. But your daughter coaxed him on the phone to come today. “You had your way. be reasonable and I shall surely let you have your way. this is quite a ridiculous thing to ask for. Daddy’s heart melted. I just want to get my head shaved. You see he has leukaemia. “I want to get my head shaved!” Mother’s spoon fell from her hand. The teacher conducted a preliminary test on him to guage his talent . He was afraid that the other children would make fun of him. If we do not honour our word.” But the girl was adamant. “Look my child. Father was surprised to note that the boy too had no hair on his head.” Father stood his ground. we just have to realize how precious they are. Father said. “What rubbish! That’s impossible. What’s the big deal about it?” Mother said. 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. was this the latest fashion or what? Just then a lady. “Who ever heard of a girl getting her head shaved? I will not allow it. Looking at the little girl’s tear filled eyes. He said. the most precious things in life can not be made or bought. She tried to smile bravely and said. he took her to the park to play as he did every evening. Later in the evening. THE ROSE BUD A young boy wanted to learn music. apparently the bald boy’s mother came up to him and said. He had a good voice and he wanted to train to become an Indian classical singer. After all. You gave me your word. so that the other children at the park would not jeer at him. “You have quite a daughter.don’t go overboard in asking for a wish. “No. “But darling you shall look obnoxious.” he said. He visited a renowned music teacher and expressed his desire to him. now don’t be unfair to her and stop making a fuss!” Father took the girl to the barber and got the job done.
?” The teacher said. the boy went and squatted near the bush. how soon can I become a singer?” The teacher said. A man decided to go for a trek to the top of the mountain. The children plucked wild berries off the trees and offered them to the man.. that’s the number of years you’ll take to learn. it shall never become a perfect rose flower now. even as long as you live. They showed him the rarest species of mountain undergrowth that only the locals know of. The young man filled up his haversack and strapped it on to his back.and decided to give him a try. He went on further uphill. “Look son. some of the petals got torn and mutilated. The next morning the teacher saw the plight of the rose bud and understood what had happened. he ate them too..” The boy. It seems to have outdone its potential to grow. A stray dog ventured near him. smiled inwardly and thought. He took out his packed lunch and ate it. He gave them some toffees and chatted with them. It had hurt its leg. He called the boy and said. “Guruji. He washed the wound and dressed it up. He met some village children on the way. how much time. he threw some tidbits to the rabbits too. “Well.. The pine cones looked like . others fell off. Hurry has now become a cause for worry. Everything around him looked so happy. The flowers in the valley and on the mountain were in full bloom. but seeing the children eat. But. got crushed into the stamen.. because singing is about learning more and more each day. whining. “I’ll soon learn everything there is to learn. I pried it open. The inner most that were just beginning to form. “Guruji. The spring in his step matched the spring in the air. I cannot give back its babyhood to the bud. I have made a mistake. The lovely spruce trees looked rich and green. “Guruji. “Do you see that rose bud on the bush outside. perhaps the bud was in too much of a hurry. The number of days it takes to unfold its petals to become a full grown flower. it’s not the buds fault. They skipped along with him and showed him the best path to take. hard he tried. However. The man noticed that the dog was bleeding.” TREKKING IN THE MOUNTAINS Spring was in the air. whistling a merry tune to himself. but I promise to let you shape me as you wish. The boy asked. He stopped to feed the squirrels and the birds. this bud. that depends upon how much work you are able to put into it. Every now and then he stopped to admire the flowers and the trees. But one thing you can be sure of.” A few months later. Please unfold me petal by petal at your own pace and will. He walked up slowly but surely. Just look at the state of its petals. how much time would I need to train under your guidance. I am the cause of its present state. He was wary of eating them. Had the bud grown naturally it would have been beautiful at each stage of its life. it seems. It would have spread fragrance all around and its beauty would have lent splendour to our garden. The man continued his trek up the mountain. lest they are poisonous. He took out his first aid kit and carefully reached out for the poor mongrel. its not going to be a short time. was in a hurry to bloom from a bud into a flower overnight. He wept. I am determined. ” By now. the boy was in tears. Slowly and carefully he tried to open up the petals of the rose bud to make it look like a flower.” That evening.. till he reached the top. the boy asked the same question. He started his trek uphill.
One day his father asked him. CONCENTRATION Tarun was always unhappy. he slipped and fell.” That afternoon the doorbell rang and Tarun opened the door to a carpenter. Some time later the dog was back. “Please. His father had called him to repair a window that had broken in the storm last week. like an injured puppy. nursing his swollen thumb. “Son. How beautiful they looked! The sculptor was fixing the pedestal as many people looked on in awe! Tarun asked the sculptor. The dog seemed to understand that the man needed help. But the day-dream came to a rude halt as the chisel went into his heel. so he could never hold his mind onto the subject that he was supposed to be studying. to foes. to films. the children helped him to hobble back. “I don’t know father. He basked in the sun for a while. He started his descent. try your hand.” Tarun started excitedly. Tarun asked. “Will you teach me how to make statues?” “Why not!” said the sculptor. He was all alone. what would you like to be when you grow up?” He answered. can I hammer the nails in?” “Sure. He lacked concentration. causing it to bleed. I never thought about it. but he just couldn’t walk. Together. but his mind would wander from friends. He saw the bandage that he had earlier applied to him. followed by a group of children. take this stone and try to cut a straight line through it with my chisel and hammer.nuggets of gold hanging on the trees. Half way down. He would sit on his study desk. He placed the stone between his feet and carefully wielded the chisel and hammer. to games. Tarun hammered in a nail and then went into a reverie. because he was fed up with his studies. Soon he was transported into a world of exquisite marble statues that he had sculpted. Just then he saw the stray dog looking at him. His little acts of kindness and love had won him enough friends to help him when he was making his descent. New idols of Goddess Lakshmi and Lord Vishnu were being installed. He realized that he may have to spend the night there. “Today wherever you go. The children recognized him as the toffee-man. look around at different people working in different vocations and try to plan your future. So too it is in life. His favourite pass time was day dreaming. How grand those armchairs looked! Till “Ooow!” he yelled! He had banged his thumb with the hammer! He mumbled “Sorry. In the evening they went to the temple. As the sun went down he realized that it was time to go back. He was making masterpieces of furniture in teak and mahogany. with his books open in front of him. “Here. It is important to be nice to people on our way up for we may need them on our way down. Tarun yelped in pain.” said father. to holidays and so on.” beamed the carpenter.” “Well. He yelped in pain as his ankle got twisted. The air was cool and pure. Tarun watched the carpenter with fascination as the latter sawed and nailed the wood together. Now what? He applied some balm to his ankle and tied it up. .” and went outside. all the way down the mountain. to food. He licked the foot of the man and then limped away.
where they decided to take a bath. and one friend slapped the other one in the face. you write on a stone. At the end of her speech. but the friend saved him. “I’m going to be a good student. How on earth could he possibly learn all those mantras? He could not concentrate on the answers in his science book.000 people attending. but without saying anything. “I shall give you a book of the shalokas that you need to recite for yajnas. and I like it! I'm just a bagger in the . why?" The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us. “Surely I can become a priest. Just then he heard his father. During some point of the journey they had an argument.” said the fat Brahmin. he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE. You shall have to report to me at 5 a.. If you are a hardworking person and can work in earnest. What should he do? Concentration was required for being a carpenter or a sculptor or even a temple priest. And they get so many nice things to eat in return. she spoke at a convention for a large grocery chain with over 3.He eyed the temple priest’s large belly and thought to himself. All that these people have to do is to offer food to the Lord and shake the bell. prayers. about a month later. got stuck in the mire and started drowning. "Barbara. you can master any trade! Sand and Stone A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert.” Sure! If you are a good student. A few years ago. can I work with you?” “Of course. we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it. The one who got slapped was hurt." They kept on walking until they found an oasis. who had been slapped. I heard what you had to say about service. fasts.” So. and said. he went up to the priest and asked “Panditji. offerings. you wrote in the sand and now. After the friend recovered from the near drowning." Johnny the Bagger (A True Story) Barbara Glanz is a speaker and author. "If you have any great service stories.”Well. “Hey Tarun! Have you thought about what I asked you?” “Yes father. The one.. wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. when someone does something good for us. in the morning after having completed your morning ablutions.m.” Poor Tarun.” said Tarun earnestly. she gave out her email address and phone number. any vocation is good for you. we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. there was no respite in any profession. He said. Barbara gets a call from a young man who introduces himself as Johnny. I'd like to hear them. But." The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him. "After I hurt you. festivals etc. Her talk was on creating memories for the customers so they would want to come back.
I see the lady in the floral department cutting off her broken flowers and pinning them on the elderly women in our store. The next day when customers come through. The wise man said. I decided that I like sayings. and my dad and I will print it out on the computer. physically and financially broke. I'll cut out the quote in strips and sign my name on the back of each one. I think that's a wonderful idea!" A few weeks later.' What do you think. but I wanted to think of a way I could make a difference. Back home.' So the next day. 'I used to come here once a week. He looked all over Africa and couldn't find any. but now I come 2-3 times just to see the smile on Johnny's face when he drops in his favorite quote. Our guy in the meat department loves Snoopy. If you had a diamond the size of your fist. Across the stream." And then he went away. “Barbara. so he was putting his favorite Snoopy stickers on the packages. you won't believe what's happened at our store.store and I have Downs’s syndrome. When he got to Spain. In fact. He got so disheartened that he threw himself into the Barcelona River and committed suicide. everybody in our store is finding creative ways to put their mark on service. so each day I'm going to pick out one that I like. Barbara?" Barbara said. the person who had bought his farm was watering the camels at a stream that ran through the farm. We're having the time of our lives. Barbara gets another call…this time from the store manager. took care of his family and went in search of diamonds. I went out into the store and noticed that one line was three times longer than the others. That night the farmer couldn't sleep. That afternoon. you could have your own city. He says. He was unhappy because he was discontent and discontent because he was unhappy. "If you had a diamond the size of your thumb. He was happy because he was content. you could probably own your own country. A Inspirational and Motivational Story . he was emotionally. one lady said. The next morning he made arrangements to sell off his farm. "Johnny. He was content because he was happy. I'll just drop a strip right in their bags and say. He thought it would look good on the mantle piece. 'I hope you enjoy my quote of the day.ACRES OF DAIMONDS There was a farmer in Africa who was happy and content. I round up my team and tell them what Johnny has done to give our customers more than they expected. however we'll never make the emotional connection with the customer unless it begins in our heart. I went to the back of the line and suggested that customers move to another checkout. and it seems like everyone in town is talking about us! And you know what. the rays of the morning sun hit a stone and made it sparkle like a rainbow. He picked up the stone and put it in the living room. and they wouldn't budge—they wanted to see Johnny's quote of the day! In fact. Barbara? It happened for one reason…Johnny decided to do something!” When it comes to service. One day a wise man came to him and told him about the glory of diamonds and the power that goes along with them. He was unhappy and he was discontent. He looked all through Europe and couldn't find any. and talking to his customers. . we all have our unique gifts to give.
" he said. hoist him onto his shoulder and bring him back to their company's trench. The same opportunity never knocks twice. We don't have to go anywhere. sir.That afternoon the wise man came and saw the stone sparkling. While we are dyeing the grass on the other side. there are others who are dyeing the grass on our side. but it is never the same one. 3. They would be happy to trade places with us. He asked. he was still alive and i had the satisfaction of hearing him say. 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. "What do you mean... "Your friend is dead" "YES. 4. Sir" the private answered." The lieutenant's advice didn't matter. Opportunity is always under our feet. and then looked kindly at his friend. The next one may be better or worse. Miraculously he managed to reach his friend. Sure enough." "It was worth it. Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire whizzing over his head. "JIM. the officer checked the wounded soldier. "No." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...* What is the moral of this story? There are five morals: 1. "Is Hafiz back?" The new owner said... 2. worth it?" responded the Lieutenant. There are many more. A Story to Share . "I told you it wouldn't be worth it." They went and picked some samples and sent them for analysis. 5. I'll show you. When people don't know how to recognize opportunity. "Because that is a diamond.True Friend Horror gripped the heart of the World War 1 soldier as he saw his lifelong friend fall in battle. why do you ask?" The wise man said. I KNEW YOU'D COME. Come.. When our attitude is right. that's just a stone I picked up from the stream. "Your friend is dead and you are mortally wounded. All we need to do is recognize it. no." said the soldier. they complain of noise when it knocks. They found that the farm was indeed covered with acres and acres of diamonds." said the lieutenant." The man said. "but i don't think it will be worth it. "You can go. and the soldier went anyway. As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench. The grass on the other side always looks greener. though. "But it was worth it because when i got to him. I recognize one when I see one.. the stones were diamonds. we realize that we are all walking on acres and acres of diamonds. Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your life away.
Exactly one year later. But instead. "Take this money. the old man said. He sat on the park bench. Suppliers were demanding payment. But just as the executive was about to hand back the check and share his success story. At the agreed-upon time. The business executive saw in his hand a check for $500. Just knowing it was there might give him the strength to workout a way to save his business. It all lies in what we see it as. he realized that it wasn't the money. After listening to the executive's woes. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates. the executive decided to put the un cashed check in his safe.” And she led the old man away by the arm. buying and selling. It was his newfound self-confidence that gave him the power to achieve anything he went after. signed by John D. Creditors were closing in on him. wrote out a check. stunned. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. he negotiated better deals and extended terms of payment." he said.Worth Reading… A business executive was deep in debt and could see no way out. that had turned his life around." Then he turned and disappeared as quickly as he had come." He asked the man his name. The astonished executive just stood there. he was out of debt and making money once again. All year long he'd been wheeling and dealing. He closed several big sales. Whether actually it is there or not doesn't matter. a nurse came running up and grabbed the old man. then one of the richest men in the world! "I can erase my money worries in an instant!" he realized. he thought. Rockefeller. wondering if anything could save his company from bankruptcy. A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game. he returned to the park with the un cashed check. 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. Meet me here exactly one year from today. "I can see that something is troubling you. Suddenly. He's always escaping from the rest home and telling people he's John D. head in hands. From the above story we can make out that Confidence is nothing but vision held positively no matter what. the old man appeared. so the number of potatoes that a child . Suddenly an old man appeared before him. Rockefeller. "I'm so glad I caught him!" she cried. and pushed it into his hand saying.000. convinced he had half a million dollars behind him. Within a few months. and you can pay me back at that time. "I believe I can help you. real or imagined. With renewed optimism. "I hope he hasn't been bothering you.
every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. . A young man was getting ready to graduate college. sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. he raised his voice at his father and said. Days after days passed by. but realized his father was very old.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. The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. Some had 2 potatoes. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom. When he arrived at his father's house. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son. and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. and willed all of his possessions to his son. on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. 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.. but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely. "Learn to Forgive and Forget. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week. he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away. Before he could make arrangements. and told him how much he loved him. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go.. Forgiving others is the best attitude to take. The teacher asked: "How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for 1 week?" The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go. He needed to come home immediately and take care things." Touching life story. As Graduation Day approached. and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. "With all your money you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house. the children were relieved because the game had finally ended. those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game.. he told him that was all he wanted. Angrily. So when the day came. 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.. Finally. leaving the holy book. After 1 week. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family. leather-bound Bible. Besides. Curious.
The quiet girl replied. The room was so quiet.and we don't have to travel anywhere special to experience them. and maybe we can help. How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? The Seven Wonders of the World Junior high school students in Chicago were studying the Seven Wonders of the World. to touch. he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages.. The Empire State Building 6. St. "Yes. the students were asked to list what they considered to be the Seven Wonders of the World.) 5. "Well.. and the words. Enjoy your gifts! .. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. the following received the most votes: 1.. and then added." The teacher said.. a little. Though there was some disagreement... hadn't turned in her paper yet.PAID IN FULL. With tears. just as he had left it years ago. China's Great Wall While gathering the votes. As he read those words. to see. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many.. The Panama Canal 5. 7. 6.. 4. to feel. tell us what you have. The Grand Canyon in Arizona 4. and to love. to hear.. 3. then read. a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Bible..He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible.. It had a tag with the dealer's name. (She hesitated a little. the teacher noted that one student. On the tag was the date of his graduation. At the end of the lesson.. "I think the Seven Wonders of the World are: 1. 2. to laugh.. 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 girl hesitated. a quiet girl. Egypt's Great Pyramids 2.. you could have heard a pin drop. to taste. Peter's Basilica 7. The Taj Mahal in India 3..
or walk on the beach at sunset. That afternoon. these things are the 'stuff' of life. About a week after his death. . "Each of us is put here on earth to learn. Another one… A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. she went on. Remember. is not the things we did that we often regret. although it may sound trite to some. share. I would like to share with all of you. perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house. We must make it important to notice them. "So I would like you all to make me a promise. "we'd love to meet him. appreciate and give of ourselves. for at anytime it can all be taken away. Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. . From now on. I'm coming home. I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us. but by the moments that take our breath away. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. "Mom and Dad. As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over." . Every once in a while. The things we often take for granted." The class was completely quiet. He called his parents from San Francisco." Her eyes beginning to water. It can be taken away at any moment." "Sure. she paused and said. It doesn't have to be something you see. a thought that is unrelated to class. it could be a scent. With a gentle look of reflection on her face. love.A Story worth Reading . but the things we didn't do. Perhaps this is the Powers way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day. or the way the morning light catches one autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground. or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees. but which I feel is very important. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. but I've a favor to ask. on your way to school. find something beautiful to notice. life is not measured by the number of breaths we take. I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband died suddenly of a heart attack. or on your way home. and cherish them. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end. she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down there. "Please look for these things. For as we get older." they replied. For. "Class is over. Go barefoot. I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double dip ice cream cone. she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students. and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook.
Mom and Dad. regardless of how messed up we are. however." "Son. "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. then march yourself to your room and go to bed. Thankfully. son." "I'm sorry to hear that. or smart as we are. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy. Looking up. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. "Dad. "if the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or other nonsense. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. the son hung up the phone. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. they received a call from the San Francisco police. what it is?" Son: "Dad. They recognized him. Please tell me. and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I want him to live with us. they were told. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."There's something you should know the son continued. there's someone who won't treat us that way. may I please borrow Rs. The parents in this story are like many of us. may I ask you a question" Daddy: "Yeah sure. he said. He'll find a way to live on his own. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family. 300?" The father was furious. The parents heard nothing more from him. "you don't know what you're asking. Why do you ask such a thing?" Son: "I just want to know. the little boy replied." said the father. A few days later." "No." At that point. We find it easy to love those who are goodlooking or fun to have around. their son had only one arm and one leg. but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know. beautiful. The police believed it was suicide. and I want him to come live with us. Their son had died after falling from a building. how much do you make an hour?" Daddy: "I make Rs. 500 an hour" "Oh". He has nowhere else to go. how much do you make an hour" Daddy: "That's none of your business. . We have our own lives to live. What do we work for ?? Son: "Daddy. with his head down.
"Because I didn't have enough. the man had calmed down. "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.300 you asked for" The little boy sat straight up. Have a nice day. "Why do you want money if you already had some?" the father grumbled. but now I do. I'm awake. reaching under his pillow he pulled some crippled up notes. And come to think of it. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.. 500 now. and started to think: "May be there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs. Then.. 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 should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us. The man. said the man. the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. The little boy slowly counted out his money. "No daddy. may be I was too hard on you earlier". If we die tomorrow. son?" He asked. "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. "Are you asleep. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. "Daddy I have Rs.. we pour ourselves more into work than to our family. then looked up at his father.. started to get angry again. Here's the Rs. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so." replied the boy. smiling "oh thank you dad!" He yelled. "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you." the little boy replied.Think why you are being so selfish. seeing that the boy already had money. 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. . The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. those close to our hearts.
A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. if you want to travel without fear. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind. In the journey of life.1000 deposit amount. At the end of the wedding party. Handle your present with confidence. you must have the ticket of a good conscience." There were only a few coins in the hat. I said what you said but in a different way. Be innovative. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective? Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have. He then took the sign. Be creative. "Life has to be an incessant process of repair and reconstruction. With Rs. and wrote some words. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. "Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?" The man said. Think differently and positively. He held up a sign which said: "I am blind. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. Invite others towards good with wisdom. put some money in. Live life with no excuse and love with no regrets. of discarding evil and developing goodness…. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. knowing that you are the reason behind it!! Amazing Story: Monica married Hitesh this day. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. "I only wrote the truth. A man was walking by. Great men say." 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. turned it around. Prepare for the future without fear. Face your past without regret. Monica's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook. Keep the faith and drop the fear.. Soon the hat began to fill up. take this passbook. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words. show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. Mother: 'Monica. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked. When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry.A small thought…." The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling… And even more beautiful is. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life. ." What he had written was: "Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it. Write down what it's about next to the line. please help.
. first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage .' Monica shared this with Hitesh when getting home. that's no big deal. This was what they did after certain time: . and so on. They regretted that they had married the most nasty people in the world. Monica got pregnant ..1 Jun: Rs.. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made.20 Mar: Rs. But before that. Hitesh got promoted.1000.' Monica thought it was true.15 Apr: Rs. Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage. salary raise for Monica ..2000. the more money you can put in.200.7 Feb: Rs. They didn't talk much. after years..100. they started fighting and arguing for trivial things. I've done the first one for you today.Kind of typical nowadays. We agree to divorce. huh? One day Monica talked to her Mother: 'Mom. girl. Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and spend it first. you can know how much happiness you've had. I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!' Mother: 'Sure. However..The more memorable the event is. do one thing first. we can't stand it anymore. When you look back after years.. ....300. Do the others with Hitesh. no more love..1 Mar: Rs. vacation trip to Bali ..
5000. and looked. Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not ask. She left and went home. Instead see the place from where you slipped. she took a look at the passbook record. she handed the passbook to Hitesh. And a line next to the record: 'This is the day I notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years. asked him to spend the money before getting divorce.' They hugged and cried. Life is about correcting mistakes . I believe the money did not matter anymore after they had gone thru all the good years in their life. putting the passbook back to the safe. While she was waiting. The next day. "When you fall.So she went to the bank. waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account. She looked. She found a new deposit of Rs. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind. Don't see the place where you fell. When she was home. Her eyes were then filled with tears. How much happiness you've brought me. Hitesh gave the passbook back to Monica. in any way. and looked.
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