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