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home a point, used an illustration those students will never forget. As he stood in front of the group of high-powered overachievers he said, Okay, time for a quiz Then he pulled out a one-gallon, wide mouth mason jar and set it on the table in front of him. Then he produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar. When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, he asked, Is this jar full? Everyone in the class said, Yes. Then he said, “Really?” He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. Then he dumped some gravel in and shook the jar causing pieces of gravel to work themselves down into the space between the big rocks. Then he asked the group once more, Is the jar full? By this time the class was on to him. Probably not, one of them answered. Good he replied. He reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand. He started dumping the sand in the jar and it went into all of the spaces left between the rocks and the gravel. Once more he asked the question, Is this jar full? No the class shouted. Once again he said, Good. Then he grabbed a pitcher of water and began to pour it in until the jar was filled to the brim. Then he looked at the class and asked, What is the point of this illustration? One eager beaver raised his hand and said, The point is, no matter how full your schedule is, if you try really hard you can always fit some more things in it. No, the speaker replied, that’s not the point. The truth this illustration teaches us is: If you don’t put the big rocks in first, you’ll never get them in at all. What are the big rocks in your life? Time with your loved ones, faith, education, your dreams, a worthy cause? Teaching or mentoring others? Remember to put these BIG ROCKS in first or you’ll never get them in at all. So, tonight, or in the morning, when you are reflecting on this short story, ask yourself this question: What are the big rocks in my life? Then, put those in your jar first.
I LOVE YOU, PAPA Devyani was sitting beside her ailing father. He had contracted Pneumonia, after being out on a chilly winter evening in January. She read out short stories from a book to him. He listened with attention as she read the author's description of a garden in a valley, abloom with flowers of various hues. He said, “Devyani, it's time to sow the seeds for the
spring flowers. I don't think I'll be able to do it this year. Would you do it for me?” “Yes, Papa,” said Devyani happily. For the next few days, Devyani organized her work so that she would be free to work with the gardener, when he came at four in the afternoon. She supervised the sowing of the seeds. She made careful considerations of the height and colour of the flowers that would bloom. She reported to her father what she had been organizing in his beloved garden. Father's eyes shone with paternal pride as he saw his lovely daughter working responsibly with the gardener. “Papa, the garden will be in full bloom in March. It's your birthday on March 30th. You know what; we'll have you fit as a fiddle by then. We'll invite all your friends and have a feast together.” Father smiled happily and nodded in agreement. Come February, but father was not better. He contracted a chest infection. Some days later it spread to his lungs. All the antibiotics seemed to have no effect. Father coughed and wheezed day and night. There was an array of cough syrups, tablets, steamers etc on his bed side table. Devyani and her mother nursed him lovingly and tirelessly. But day by day, he deteriorated. He became weaker and weaker, till on March 20th, he passed away in his sleep. Devyani and mother bade a tearful goodbye to the man they loved so much. On the 28th of March, Devyani called up all her father's friends and invited them to a garden party to celebrate her father's sixtieth birthday. They were surprised, yet intrigued. Devyani baked a cake and iced it with a “Kiss.” She placed it on a table in the centre of the garden. Some other eats were also organized. But it was not the iced kiss on the cake that caught their attention. The flowers took everyone's breath away! The flowers were planted in such a way that the pattern made by their height and colours read as 'I love you Papa!' As Devyani sang “Happy Birthday to you, dear Papa' she raised her tear filled eyes to the heavens and said, “Papa, I know you can see your garden of flowers, I love you, and I always will. Happy Birthday to you!”
THE FAVOURITE CHILD The woman had three sons and six daughters. Her day was full of chores to fulfill the numerous demands of her growing troop. She was always busy with cooking, washing, cleaning, dusting ironing and also counselling! One day her youngest son fell sick. She called up the doctor and requested him to drop by and examine him. As he checked the boy’s throat, he asked the lady, “Madam, how many children do you have?” She hesitated for a moment, then said, “As many as I can take care of!” The man watched her as she sat beside her five year old son, who was burning with high fever. She dipped small hand towels into a basin of water, turn by turn and used them to wipe the boy’s burning brow. From the doorway, her teenaged daughter, called out, “Mama, where are my hairpins?” “They’re in the brown box on the console, honey.” Just then her other son popped in, “I
have to stay back after school for football today, I need an extra Tiffin, Mom.” She smiled and said, “Yes, darling I remember you have a football match today. I’ve packed an extra sandwich in the white box along with your Tiffin. It’s lying on the table, next to your breakfast. Now, run along and let me talk to the doctor.” The doctor admired the ease with which she was in command of everything around her. He asked her, “Which one of them is your favourite?” She said simply, “The one who needs me most.” “Which one?” he asked in surprise. She said, “The one who is sick; the one who is sad; the one who is lonely.... the one who needs me most ... That is my favourite child!”
Mrs. Thompson and Teddy Her name was Mrs. Thompson and his was 'Teddy'. As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners ... He is a joy to be around." His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death had been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class".
By now, Mrs Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets." A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs.Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer - The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD. The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson, for believing in me.
Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference”. Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you." Warm someone's heart today and pass this along. Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will have the opportunity to touch and/or change a person's outlook. And please try to do it in a positive way.
COMFORT–A RARE COMMODITY
Being a mother of two very active boys, ages seven and one, I am sometimes worried abut their making a shambles of my carefully decorated home. In their innocence and play, they occasionally knock over my favourite lamp or upset my well designed arrangements. In these moments when nothing feels sacred, I remember the lesson I learned from my wise mother-in-law. This wise old lady is the mother of 6 and grandmother of 13. She is the embodiment of gentleness, patience and love. One Christmas, all the children and grandchildren were gathered as usual at her Home. Just the month before, Grandma had bought beautiful new white carpeting after living with the “Same Old Carpet” for over 25 years. She was overjoyed with the new look it gave her home. My brother-in-law, Arnie, had just distributed his gifts for all the nieces and nephews – prized homemade honey from his beehives. They were excited. But as fate would have it, eight year old Sheena spilled her tub of honey on grandma’s new carpeting and trailed it throughout the entire groundfloor of the house. Crying, Sheena ran into the kitchen and into grandma’s arms. “Grandma, I’ve spilled my honey all over your brand new carpet” Grandma knelt down, looked tenderly into Sheena’s tearful eyes and said, “Don’t worry sweetheart. We can get you more honey.”
PERFORMANCE APPRAISAL AND FEEDBACK A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits. The store owner listened to the following conversation.
The druggist. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. "Oh. "No thanks. the wife was overjoyed to know that soon she would be a mother.. He yelled at her. "This is for you. "Son. walked over to the boy and said. When the boy turned three. It is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged. The couple shared the joy of the baby growing in her tummy all through the nine months. He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction. they would carefully remove the tape and restore it back after the work was . I'll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk. family or God. but they had no child. "Don't you know that when you give someone a present. He would try to stick his little fingers into the sockets in the walls. "I already have someone to cut my lawn. All for you. Every time they needed to use a socket. Then one day. Daddy. The little boy found more perseverance and offered. and he begged for her forgiveness. he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. he was the apple of his parent’s eyes. Needless to say. who was listening to all this." The father was crushed.. Daddy. I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job. friends. the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said. he seemed to have a fascination for electric plugs and sockets. Father took some cello-tape and covered all the sockets in the house." The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn. In a very real sense. The beautiful baby boy was born. I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now. OUR BABY HAS GONE A couple had been married for ten years. each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children. With a smile on his face." "Lady.The boy asked." The little boy replied. but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. I blew kisses into the box. "Lady. can you give me the job of cutting your lawn?" The woman replied. I was just checking on the job I already have!" Kiss in a Box! The story goes that some time ago. Daddy. it is not empty. I like your attitude. Florida. there's supposed to be something inside it?" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said." Again the woman answered in the negative. "Lady. so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of North Palm Beach. He put his arms around his little girl. the little boy replaced the receiver. Nevertheless. a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper.
In the morning. it was already too late. Don’t cry because it’s over. The wood cutter being a simpleton asked. He offered him his own bed to sleep along with some simple but tasty food. Mother heard the baby scream as the powerful current shot through his little body. our baby as gone” The man drove home like the wind.” Their child was not going to come back. Unable to control herself she called her husband and cried bitterly. A minute or two later the baby got up and incidentally. As dusk fell. while taking leave of the wood cutter. the buyer offered a sum that was a hundred times more than he was paying earlier. the child was asleep in his baby cot. “This is yours from today. he’s left us. because they were too heavy for him to carry to the market place. He had no choice but to carry the wet logs of wood to the market to sell it. Love is unconditional. he knocked at the door of a tiny cottage in the jungle. “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 king disclosed his real identity and asked him. That’s what destiny had in store for us.” The wood cutter would cut trees and burn them to make coal. He’s gone. One day. “Honey. After that she forgot to cover the socket with tape. When the monsoon season started. The woodcutter was very happy. the mother used the vacuum cleaner at one of the sockets. they still had each other to live for. Several months passed. he held her in his arms for she had also lost her only child. He picked up a small pair of scissors and stuck its prongs into the socket. It took only a few seconds. All the virtues and vices of your partner come packaged in one capsule. what he could give in return for his hospitality. But. found his way to the uncovered socket in the wall. But perhaps the joy was meant to be short lived. He gave us the beautiful experience of being mother and father.done. wet wood! Where was the catch? . there was heavy rainfall and the wood became wet. He wandered alone in the forest. By the time she reached him. “It’s all over. 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. It was opened by a poor woodcutter who gave the 'stranger' a warm welcome. its okay. Do you think he rebuked his wife for her negligence? No. When he showed the wood to the buyer. When she went in for a bath. The wood cutter was confused! Earlier he was supplying coal whereas now it was wood and that too. The ground was full of slush. Do what you like with it. smile because it happened. Playfully he pressed the switch with his other hand. He said. so it was impossible to burn the wood to make coal. It’s a package deal. We have to accept God’s will.
we had gone to Singapore for a vacation. including ours. “Mom.” Chorused the fifteen odd children in the coach. They were an orthodox Hindu family. Let us understand the value of the human body given to us by the Almighty. had laid a condition before he had married her. I have something to share with you. During one of our sightseeing tours. Many years later. But. “Good. by the time we realise that we are wasting our lives. They may have to extend a palm in front of their children for their daily needs and expenses. the better chance we shall have to put to good use our bodies as well as our lives. I LOVE MY PARENTS Shashi and her husband were the proud parents of two young boys. that was something. one day told his parents. “Mom and Dad. make it a point to give them something out of what you earn. She was an absolute tomboy full of vim and vigour. Most of us indulge in burning our energies in doing futile things that eventually have no value nor meaning. little realizing the value of this precious wood. last year. for a holiday. “I have a condition. The older one. Many of the senior members of our society may not be financially independent. They lived in Mumbai. He had cut and burnt hundreds of Sandalwood trees to make coal. But. “He had said to his fiancé. Are you having fun?” “Yes. she is a white girl!” Now. But. Young men and women! Whether or not your parents are in need of financial help. They were earning well enough to have a very comfortable life. they did not expect. now all of you . The sooner we realize. it is perhaps too late. your parents have brought you to Singapore. those words that her son had said touched her heart. We actually burn our bodies at both ends. She told me a strange thing. the son was very sure that he wanted to marry. Had he known. madly in love with her. 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 had an elderly tourist guide. Shashi was told by a friend. very rich man. both the boys went abroad. I met your daughter-in-law recently. 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. although. I met a girl while I was in the United States and wish to marry her. The son chose his words carefully. Well! They got married and lived in the United States. She said that your son. They shall bless you for it! Incidentally. called Kim. “Who is she? What does she do?” asked Shashi anxiously. “Children. it was real Sandalwood! The wood cutter realised what a fool he had been.” “Oh! What was it?” asked Shashi in surprise. In the normal course of growing up and pursuing their higher education. She said to all the children in the coach. at a party. “Shashi. by now he could have been a very. the girl.” The parents were pleased but apprehensive.The buyer told him that the wood that he had brought was no ordinary wood.
You know. FAMILY means. Suddenly he said in a stern. who else can I turn to but Rawatji? Even Baba says. He said. sabun bina. He has an uncanny sixth sense. And for commonsense. I wouldn’t allow anyone to use that tone with me. Take criticism in a positive light. he attends office everyday. to the best of our ability. use it to introspect and improve yourself. “He is my father!” Ahmed looked into the detail of the calculation and realized that his junior staff had indeed made a mistake. howsoever well qualified you may be. The meeting being over. Besides. everyone better know it!” Ahmed said. but it is good old commonsense. in business. Ahmed was the head of a reputed business organization. you can see your picture as the other guy sees it. “Ahmed. Go over it again. the client sat with Ahmed in an easy mood. I mean. They were tabulating the terms of the new agreement for the purchase of steel for the new plant. He groomed me the way my father would have. “Who is that old man? Tell him to mind his own business. Rawatji managed everything passionately as if it were his own. It is only when you are able to identify your faults and acknowledge them that you can do something to improve yourself. Nobody’s Perfect. Nindak neare rakhiye. He is my worst critic and yet my best friend. When I am the boss. This amount is ridiculous.” The learned Fakir Kabir said. “Age should think and Youth should do. “Ahmed. One day a client was sitting in a meeting with Ahmed. experience and values. In turn. Yes. keep a critic tucked away in the courtyard of your house.” Ahmed paused for a moment and then said. it is our duty to give them our best. Father passed away when I was only eighteen. to the best of their ability. “My father had started this business house with Rawatji as his clerk. He is my mentor. authoritative voice. he even stopped taking his salary. At this age. you are miscalculating the overheads. his experience far outweighs ours. so how can I be? He sees through the mistakes I make.promise me. experience and values that are at the root of all good decisions. Father And Mother I Love You! POSITIVE CRITICISM Rawatji was the eighty years old clerk in the office of Ahmed. Fifteen years ago. you shall bring them for a holiday to Singapore!” What a beautiful thought! Our parents give us their best. Pobody’s Nerfect. Who was that old man and why did you allow him to speak to you like that? As the head of the organization. I believe you lost father when you were young. Steer clear of flatterers. Nirmal kare subhaye!! This means. angan kuti chhawye! Bin pani. that when you are all grown up and your parents are old. Rawatji listened quietly in a corner. All they do is massage your ego! . 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.” The client raised his eye brows and said.
leaving the father surprised. There is always the other side to whatever you experience in this world. he shall surely value you. look at the other side. My late grand-mother never asked. If you work and prove your worth to your employer. “If you are so concerned about your good looks. I do not wish to give him my eye.. There is no dearth of jobs..” The priest thought for a moment and said. I shall think of something else. You are richer than many thousands of people who are disabled.” The priest shrugged his shoulders and said. He tore it into pieces and asked her to go to her room and put them together to make the map again." She ran outside to play. Whenever we come across a challenge or a puzzling situation. or I do not wish to live. You will be surprised to see an easy way to tackle the problem.THE OTHER SIDE A Father was reading a magazine and his little daughter every now and then distracted him. “Is the child normal? Are all the limbs complete? Is the mother alright?” . This deal shall not even hamper your good looks. The world is waiting for you. she said.. She said that whenever a baby was born in the family (it was an extended family). old. He said “This man is suffering from kidney failure. You only have to say. Please help me to become rich. This is your greatest wealth. “Alright. went to a priest and said. “My dear. who was full of self-pity. THE POOR MAN A man. if you would donate one of your eyes to him.” The next day this poor man went to the priest's house again. he tore one page on which was printed the map of the world. come again tomorrow.” said the man. Come back tomorrow. I want to die. Seek out work.” The following day. If you want. give me a day to think what I can do to help you to become rich.. "Oh. I am totally disillusioned because I have nothing..” This reminds me of what my mother once told me. “I don't want to go through the pain. 'Yes'. “That shall disfigure my handsome face. Dad.. To keep her busy.” Then the priest said. Make use of your limbs. the priest had another guest sitting by his side. “No. But the little one came back within minutes with a perfect map. When he asked how she could do it so quickly. He was sure she would take the whole day to get it done. The priest introduced him to a blind man and said. I made the face perfect to get the map right. there is a man's face on the other side of the paper. You do not know its value. sick and suffering. Get up and get to work. whether it was a boy or a girl. You can earn this money today. “I am very poor. in search of good workers. “This man would happily pay you two lacs of rupees. All she asked was.” The poor man shook his head and said. Good establishments are in fact. God has given you a perfect body. you can sell one of your kidneys to him for a fair sum of rupees three lacs.
empathy. Now they had discharged all their liabilities. When the house was ready. All their lives they had spent on their children's upbringing. Well. So. In fact the most important things in our lives are not actually 'things'.In a society obsessed with male progeny. Your family and friends are like the night light that provides light when all other lights are off! . Let's not overlook them and start valuing them. He silently sent a blessing to the salesman who had reminded him to buy what he had tagged. it is valuing and appreciating the things you already have. the salesman said. we should value it and put it to good use. love. It was made of crystal and had candle bulbs in it. “Sir. As the old man was about to sign the cheque for the total amount. kindness.' So too. Soon they slept. Finally every thing was finalized and the order was placed. you have not taken a look at our range of 'the most important light' for your house. They cost precious little. Contentment they say. They are insignificant and inexpensive. They selected some simple fittings for the kitchen and the bathrooms. this was a great attitude. It was delicate and beautiful. they selected a simple and inexpensive one and made their way home. 'the most important light.” The old man raised his eyebrows. The salesman showed them a lovely chandelier for the drawing room. We just need to understand that this is the greatest wealth that God could bestow upon us and so. The sex of the child was very secondary. They then proceeded with the porch lights and the garden lights. but they are the most important things in our lives. sacrifice etc. A normal healthy child is all she asked for. But it was expensive. At midnight the old man woke to answer nature's call. the lady switched on the night light. as the salesman led him to a corner where there was a delightful array of night lights. they moved in. They indulged themselves with a lovely set of bed side lamps for their bedroom. One bright sunny day they set out to buy light fittings for their dream house. it is with the small things in life that make the path of our life comfortable and pleasant. laughter. As they were about to settle down into their cosy bed for the night. 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. lest we have to regret in retrospect for missing out on them. After much contemplation they decided to buy it. They are family. so they decided to build a small cottage for themselves. yet most significant and valuable. THE NIGHT LIGHT An old couple was building a small house for themselves. all of us who are lucky to be blessed with normal healthy bodies are indeed wealthy.
We eat frugally because we eat to live. The sage's people brought a Vaidya (Ayurvedic doctor) to attend to the King. During the night the king became sick. but when it comes to eating. he asked the sage to keep the Vaidya there on a permanent basis. They brought water from the nearby stream to cook. Our rooms are cooled by the breeze of trees we have planted all around. They filled a bucket each and set them near the hermitage. They had left behind their families to meditate and free themselves from worldly attachments.” The sage smiled. They then went to collect fire wood. He said that he would provide for a monthly sum to be paid as salary to the Vaidya. Where is there room for any illness to creep in?” What a profound statement! Living close to nature. He along with a number of ministers and courtiers was on a pilgrimage. The air was cool and clean. 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. A little sparrow was sitting on the edge of one of the buckets. her beak was in the water. The king offered his prayers at each of the temples. “Oh sage! I really don't think that I am needed here. eating simple food and working hard are the three legs of the tripod of good health. 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. In today's world we want to satisfy our taste buds with pizzas and burgers. I am fed up of sitting idle all the time. We use gadgets to execute all the menial jobs around us. One evening as dusk fell. They found the hermitage of a sage. Please ask the King to relieve me of my services. pakoras and rasmalais. One day the Vaidya got fed up of his idleness and said. The tiny bird flew away. En route they stopped at many temples. To express his gratitude. Months passed. not live to eat. Some days passed like this. After collecting some dried wood. Accordingly. They lived simply. 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. “Let me tell you the mantra of our good health. It was a very cold day. They slept on jute mats on the floor. they got back. They bathed in the stream. “Hush! Hush!” he cried out. We work hard from dawn to dusk. wash and clean the hermitage. the hard life style of the residents of the ashram. the king's party looked around for a place to spend the night. One of the Sadhus ran forward to scare it away. Some young sadhus lived there. . One day.GOOD HEALTH There was a king called Sheelbhadra. the Vaidya was put up in the Ashram. The Vaidya went on. All of us here wake up at the break of day. pastries and cheese puffs. During his stay at the ashram. “Tell me. they spent most of their time in meditation. This place has fresh air and sunlight. They stopped over for the night. The king recovered in a couple of days. he saw from close quarters. Most importantly. They ate mostly wild fruits and berries. so they thought that they would heat some water for bathing.
"Panditji. got up and said rudely. had the water become impure due to the sparrow's touch? It was drawn from the stream. that the quantity of water was reduced? Secondly. “Wait a minute that was my bucket. she does.” “Of course not. The fellow continued to interrupt and disturb the session. The other sage said. the Preacher raised his voice and said. They had a scuffle and one of the sadhus. then how is it that my words of prayer would not reach the Lord who is omnipresent?" . what proof do you have that this so called God of yours. "She sleeps with her doors and windows tightly shut.” “Why should I leave it. Hold your tongue or I'll kill you." he shrieked. the first Sadhu reached out to pick up the bucket that had not been touched by the sparrow. "Of course she does! But how does that concern you? The Preacher repeated. was able to physically lift the other one and throw him further.” “I put mine. Gopa sprang up to the stage and caught the Preacher by the neck 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. called Gopa. A young man. When he did it for the fifth time. "Kill me if you must. the water was going to be used for just bathing. being more able bodied." The Preacher asked the youngster to sit down and meet him later after the session was over. All the water spilled out! Let us look at this objectively Firstly." shouted Gopa. but let me ask you something first. isn't it?" "Yes. how much water could the sparrow possibly have drunk. Who knows what reaches God? You are just wasting our time." Then Panditji said. Why don't you just wind up your talk now? Enough is enough." That was the last straw. "Keep my mother out of this.When they reached the buckets. that one is mine. to reach your mother. if you are sure that my words of abuse could penetrate through closed doors and windows. The sadhu landed with a thud and his foot hit the same bucket over which they had been fighting. till they caught hold of each other's neck. on this side. "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. That one is yours. listens to our prayers? These are all a means of earning for you Brahmins. "Then do you think she would have heard my abuses?" "Of course she would have and I'm going to kill you for that. Leave my bucket alone. it is mine. All wild birds and animals would be drinking from it all the time! Thirdly. "Well.” The argument went on. Does your mother sleep with her doors and windows closed?" Gopa looked at him angrily and said.
In an organization. the hare went all out and ran without stopping from start to finish.Gopa's jaw dropped. There. The finishing line was a couple of kilometers on the other side of the river. The moral of the story is fast and consistent will always beat the slow and steady. He won. if you are a good speaker. In keeping with his self-made commitment to be consistently fast. He released the Preacher from his hold. "My friend. but to run as a team this time. you utter no words. and then challenged the hare to another race. someone told me a more interesting version of this story. He thought for a while. On . one slow. He even reads your thoughts!" Many a times when you stand in front of the deity in a temple. I'm sorry. Be sure that God listens to every word that you utter in His praise. It continues: The hare was disappointed at losing the race and he did some soul-searching. But the story doesn't end here. He also listens to every word that you utter for anything and to anyone. the fast and reliable chap will consistently climb the organizational ladder faster than the slow. It's good to be slow and steady. the tortoise took over and swam across with the hare on his back. The tortoise did some thinking this time. He realized that he'd lost the race only because he had been overconfident. Working to your strengths will not only get you noticed. and realized that there's no way he can beat the hare in a race the way it was currently formatted. and this time the hare carried the tortoise till the riverbank. make sure you create opportunities to give presentations that enable the senior management to notice you. methodical chap. That is the version of the story that we've all grown up with. careless and lax. methodical and reliable. but it's better to be fast and reliable. They started off. 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. I used those words. This time. but on a slightly different route. The Preacher got up and put his hands on Gopa's shoulders. So he challenged the tortoise to another race. The hare sat there wondering what to do. by this time. If your strength is analysis. but will also create opportunities for growth and advancement. If you have two people in your organization. got into the river. you pray within your heart. continued walking and finished the race. make a report and send it upstairs. The hare agreed. They started off. had become pretty good friends and they did some thinking together. Both realized that the last race could have been run much better. and the other fast and still reliable at what he does. The story still hasn't ended. The tortoise agreed. Not only that. swam to the opposite bank. So they decided to do the last race again. He was at a loss for words. But then recently. In the meantime the tortoise trundled along. The moral of the story? First identify your core competency and then change the playing field to suit your core competency. make sure you do some sort of research. the hare took off and ran at top speed until he came to a broad river. The hare and the tortoise. But that was the only way I could have made you understand.
I am still depositing. you'll always perform below par because there will always be situations at which you'll do poorly and someone else does well. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator. The tortoise changed his strategy because he was already working as hard as he could. including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window..It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. And sometimes it is appropriate to do both. you withdraw from what you've put in. There are more lessons to be learnt from this story. she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. Sometimes it is appropriate to change strategy and try something different. ATTITUDE The 92-year-old. I have a choice. or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. In life. Jones. and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away ." she replied. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away. I provided a visual description of her tiny room." she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. petite. I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work. moved to a nursing home today. "Mrs. When we stop competing against a rival and instead start competing against the situation. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home.” Old age is like a bank account. we perform far better. who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock. letting the person with the relevant core competency for a situation take leadership”. but unless you're able to work in a team and harness each other's core competencies. even though she is legally blind. it's how I arrange my mind. Teamwork is mainly about situational leadership. the hare again carried the tortoise and they reached the finishing line together. sometimes it is appropriate to work harder and put in more effort. The hare decided to work harder and put in more effort after his failure. Each day is a gift. “It's good to be individually brilliant and to have strong core competencies.the opposite bank. The moral of the story. my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories. when faced with failure. “I already decided to love it . They both felt a greater sense of satisfaction than they'd felt earlier. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged.just for this time in my life. “I love it. making the move necessary.. Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. you haven't seen the room just wait. The hare and the tortoise also learnt another vital lesson. with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied. well-poised and proud lady. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. . Note that neither the hare nor the tortoise gave up after failures. So." "That doesn't have anything to do with it.
"Love." PICKLE JAR The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom. the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck. knowledge and all the others. please take me with you. including love. Love asked. Happiness. "Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill. When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. I will take you with me. Dad would look at me hopefully. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. sadness. "Vanity. Love then found Knowledge and asked thename of the saviour "It was Time"." Then." Sadness answered. "Come Love." But Happiness was so over overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him." "I can't help you". please let me go with you. She began looking for someone to ask for help. When the island was almost totally under." Next. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled. "Happiness.LOVE Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived. Then she heard a voice say. Love asked. "But why did Time help me when no one else would?". Love began to cry. "Sadness. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name." It was an elder. Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production. "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat. You're going to do better than me. as we drove to the bank. When the jar was filled. As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar. Love said. They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. This old town's mill not going to hold you back. "I'm sorry. son. When he got ready for bed. I'm sorry but I just need to be alone now. Love saw Sadness passing. Love saw Happiness and cried out. Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar. but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere. Love realized how much she owed the elder. Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank. Each and every time. I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar and admire the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate's treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window. love decided it was time to leave. Can I come with you on your boat?" Richness answered." Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel. Love cried out. help me please. Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box. Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity and answered. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave." . Vanity said. "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is. Knowledge answered. One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. Love was the only one that stayed. "Richness.
" So I did. then try to tell the brain not to do what it just imagined. nickels. I scampered down the tree to safety. After dinner Susan noticed something and beckoned me to join her. and literally hanging around upside down from the rafters of our lake house. about ten feet below me. I'll see to that. So. "The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born. dimes and quarters. My dad later told me why she fell and I did not. To my amazement. it came to no surprise for my dad to find me at the top of a 30-foot tree swinging back and forth. it defined. When the clerk at the ice cream parlor handed Dad his change." she said softly. laying flat on the ground. I dropped the coins into the jar. "But you'll get there. In order for Tammy to process the command of not falling. people who rely on internal pictures cannot see a negative at all. Dad always got vanilla. Whereas. My older cousin. when Tammy's mother felt the gust of wind. more than anything else. In my mind. I walked over to the pickle jar. we'll start filling the jar again. Mom and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa. I was always climbing trees. poles. "Look. POWER OF POSITIVE WORDS As a kid. my . When I married. After dinner. her eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser." he said. I could hear the leaves start to rattle and the tree begin to sway. With a gamut of emotions choking me. happy jingle. don't fall!" And Tammy did fall. My dad then explained to me that the mind has a very difficult time processing a negative image. taking turns cuddling their first grandchild." The years passed. she yelled out. Apparently. "Tammy. He'll never work at the mill all his life like me. "When we get home. Hold on tightly. how much my dad had loved me. I told my wife Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life as a boy. and I finished college and took a job in another town. Tammy's mother also noticed us at the exact time my dad did. dug down into my pocket. About that time a huge gust of wind came over the tree." We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream cone. I remember my dad's voice over the wind yell. The next thing I know. I just thought it was fun to be up so high. "These are for my son's college fund. as if it had never been removed. In fact. Tammy. the bottom already covered with coins. I always got chocolate. "Bart. I heard Tammy screaming at the top of her lungs. My little eight-year-old brain didn't realize the tree could break or I could get hurt. he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm. and pulled out a fistful of coins. She had fallen out of the tree. each and every time. her nine-year-old brain had to first imagine falling. was also in the same tree. "You'll get to college on pennies.Also. he would grin proudly. She was hanging on the first big limb. as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier. As they rattled around with a brief. stood the old pickle jar." He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. we grinned at each other. we spent the holiday with my parents.
It leaves options for your listener Would Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen. Should Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen (and implies guilt. Here is a list of Toxic Vocabulary words. Might: It does nothing definite.) 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. Write these phrases down so you will begin to catch yourself as they occur and change them." Likely result: Watches more television.eight-year-old brain instantly had an internal image of me hanging on tightly. Usage of negative words has a toxic effect. Notice when you or other people use them. You might find yourself turning that TV off and picking up one of those books more often!" Exercise: Take a moment to write down all the phrases you use on a daily basis or any Toxic self-talk that you have noticed yourself using. This is a classic mistake that parents and coaches make without knowing the damage of this linguistic error. 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. Try: Presupposes failure. Please spread the positivity! . Better language: "I read too much television makes people stupid. But: Negates any words that are stated before it. Can't/Don't: These words force the listener to focus on exactly the opposite of what you want. If: Presupposes that you may not.
'Not yet'. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel. This was twice as hot and I just knew I would suffocate. I thought I would gag. ‘Oh. you'd have dried up. Oh. and I began to cool. Spotting an exceptional cup. . where I cooled and waited and waited. they asked "May we see that? We've never seen a cup quite so beautiful. please. then. you would have cracked. but had I just left you alone. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over. you never would have hardened. Just then the door opened and he took me out and again placed me on the shelf. "Stop it! I'm getting so dizzy! I'm going to be sick!" I screamed. I never felt such heat. and especially teacups. but if I had stopped. I was convinced I would never make it. after I cooled he picked me up and he brushed and painted me all over. Stop'. I screamed. Stop it. I cried. They both liked antiques and pottery. this is much better. 'Not yet!' Then suddenly he put me back in to the oven." "I don't like it!" "Let me alone. that felt so good! "Ah. "Not yet!" Then WHAM! I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. It's beautiful.' And I did. He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf. I said. I was ready to give up.' he said. but if I hadn't put you there. Only it was not like the first one. suddenly the teacup spoke." As the lady handed it to them. My master took me and rolled me. 'Not yet. you will not be able to have tea in a tea cup again without thinking of this. But the master only nodded and said." but he only smiled. I'm beautiful!!!' Quietly he spoke: 'I want you to remember. quietly. I know it hurt and it was hot and disagreeable in the oven. 'I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded and patted. There was a time when I was just a lump of red clay. ‘That's not me. the door opened. He only shook his head and said. When I thought I couldn't bear it another minute. You would not have had any color in your life.' 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 yelled and knocked and pounded at the door." I thought. "Don't do that. "You don't understand. pounded and patted me over and over and I yelled out. wondering "What's he going to do to me next?" An hour later he handed me a mirror and said 'Look at yourself. "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. I pleaded. I have not always been a teacup. The fumes were horrible. I begged. I cried.THE TEA CUP Love this story or not. you would have crumbled. but if I hadn't done that. But. that couldn't be me. and gently said. There was a couple who took a trip to England to shop in a beautiful antique store to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary.
his mother asked him how much he had spent that week. GIVE UP ONE VICE The younger generation of today has by and large. “Alex. Some of them guffawed. I shall stop telling lies. one Sunday.” he said demurely. have a little talk with the 'Potter'.” he said firmly. drugs etc. I have no control over my anger. a deficiency of values.” Alex opened his mouth. Brew a cup of your favorite tea in your prettiest tea cup. pleasing and perfect will. Alex looked the other way and managed to swallow his pride. when your world seems to be spinning out of control.' The moral of this story is this: God knows what He's doing for each of us. have pre-marital sex. Others sniggered and looked amused. he was out with his friends. After the service was over. A large number of youngsters are into drinking. he went to the confession box and said softly. He decided to try out the advice of the preacher. 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. But if you can bring yourself to give up just one of your vices. I promise to give up one of them. food. she was asking for the week's account. “I have many vices. “Children. get angry. and we are His clay. a gurudwara or a mosque is sacrilegious! One such young boy called Alex went to the church. Later in the day. Now you are a finished product. where were you this morning? All of us went to the Café. The prevalent life style encourages youngsters to throw tantrums. She usually asked for an account of his weekly expenses over petrol. He is the potter.If I hadn't put you back in that second oven. tell lies to parents. when life seems to "stink". “The what?” they chorused. go to nightclubs. He happened to be very disturbed that day. They asked him. In the evening. cheat and even kill for the thrill! Going to a temple. stationery. you can make a start towards a good life. Now. The preacher delivered a sermon on how the vices bring about our downfall. smoking. You'll be glad you did. So when life seems hard. 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. What . I am addicted to alcohol and cigarettes and doubt if I can give them up. when you feel like you are in a fiery furnace of trials. “The Church. a church. Every week he would hike up the account a little so that he could buy himself some alcohol and a couple of cigarettes. Mom never suspected anything. try this. Please help me God!” Alex made a beginning. He said. etc. all your vices shall automatically leave you. “I went to the Church. you wouldn't have survived for long because the hardness would not have held. One by one. not to lie. Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you. “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. sit down and reflect on this story and then. it is very difficult to correct yourself. But from today. Alex was in the habit of giving her an account with inflated figures. and you are being pounded and patted and pushed almost beyond endurance.
Two months later. He would want to giggle or scratch his nose just when he had been told to sit still. It was a little windy. for making me a different person.” he would say. She raised her eyebrows. I didn't know that all it took was giving up just one vice. Good. Twist it well between your fingers and make it tight. Now put it into this little brass lamp and spread out its cotton base well. That's wonderful son!” She gave him the amount he had spent and a hug too! That unnerved him! Now. the rest of them followed suit.e. The hermit saw it all. He was sure the hermit would punish him for his antics yesterday.” Tatia followed instructions. do you really want to learn meditation?” “Yes. He would tell them that the mind needs to learn to concentrate.should he do? How should he give her the wrong figures? He was under oath not to lie. meditation on light. “I have come to thank you. For the first time. but he would insist that they would have to spend more time with him than just a couple of minutes. there was no extra money with him. he had no money to buy himself a single alcoholic drink. 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. but the wind blew it out before he could so much as touch the matchstick to the wick. The next day. a much happier Alex stood outside the confession box again. The boy would dance around the hermit and sing village songs for him. The villagers would ask him to teach them meditation. So the following week. “Tatia. but the boy would keep on fidgeting. During one meditation session. Some of the villagers learnt how to do it too. but his mind would travel at a thousand miles per hour. He said. The hermit would ask him to sit still and repeat the Gayatri Mantra after him. Tatia was a mischievous teenager who had endeared himself to the hermit by his naughty yet loving ways. Now pour in the oil. he noticed the bald patch on the head of the man sitting in front of him. “Alex. he gave her the correct amount. As a result. the hermit told the villagers about Jyoti meditation i. “Now light the lamp with a matchstick. That's right. The villagers would some times visit him and he would tell them about the purpose and value of human birth. oil and a matchbox. The hermit said. When the group was about to disperse. I just had to show the way out to the first one. Tatia was busy looking at the ant that was climbing on to the sleeve of his father. you've been very thrifty this week. The rest of them just walked out of the doorway.” said the boy somewhat meekly. He told them that it was one of the simplest ways to meditate. He had a small hut made from mud with a thatched roof. that is the first step towards God realization. “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.” Tatia struck the match. if they wished to learn meditation. No money for cigarettes too! He found that he was sleeping better. The wind was . One day. “Alright make a wick out of this cotton wool. Tatia tried too. the hermit asked Tatia to come alone the next day.” MEDITATION There was a hermit who lived in the forest a little away from a village. the hermit was waiting under the Banyan tree for Tatia. he was not getting cranky and had no cause for throwing tantrums. He tried again with the other matchstick. There was a lamp lying next to him along with some cotton.
it's impossible to light the lamp in the wind. Strangely the wind became stronger. the mind too has to be taken away from the hustle and bustle and the noises of life. Tatia looked confused and nervous. if we take this flame to the woods and the wind catches the flame. "Good pastime. "Sure. “I'll try and shelter the match as you light it. . after a while. the man would toss a pebble into the lake. but it went out again. idiosyncrasies. “Does that mean that I can never take this lamp outside?” The hermit picked up a log. Go ahead and look for it.” The boy said. the water is still again. it is absolutely still. "Only till I toss a pebble into it now do you see the ripples?" "Yeah. Tatia was able to light the lamp with the first matchstick he had struck. “Now Tatia.” The boy put his hand into the water and tried to take the stone out. it shall be erased by the tensions. He seemed to be deep in thought and obviously did not wish to be disturbed. but the number of ripples that were made in the process were a lot more than before." The man continued. Perhaps we can do it together. But as soon as the hermit moved his hands away. Some time later. jealousies. Again and again Tatia lit the match. There were only a couple of match sticks left in the box. The hermit smiled knowingly and said." "And soon. but each time it went out before he could light the lamp. The hermit said. When the fire was burning strongly the hermit said. “What if we want to stop the ripples? The root cause of the ripples is the stone. Tatia said. if we go out again the wind shall blow it out. The mind has to go to a quiet place. whims and fancies. the lamp went out." The man tossed a pebble into the water and continued. "Look at the water. “Likewise. “The flame is too gentle and weak.faster than him again. He was throwing small pebbles into it from time to time.” said the man. he managed to bring the match to the wick. The boy went up to the man and said. it becomes quiet." offered the man. the man said softly. eh?" "Hmmm. Similarly a person may learn something about God. He tried a third time. The hermit smiled and said." The boy said." said the boy. to withdraw from worldly thoughts before it can experience the light of God. He proceeded to set fire to that end of the log by holding it over the little brass lamp. The boy said. He was able to take the stone out. It has to be sheltered from the cobweb of thoughts and desires. almost as if it was determined to defy. “Let's go into the hut. this stone throwing. desires etc of the world. it shall be strong enough to set the whole jungle ablaze!” THE RIPPLES A man was sitting by a lake. it is. He was intrigued to see that after every few minutes or so. Lets take the stone out. "Yeah. but if he exposes his knowledge to the world before it is strong enough. “Can we go out now?” The hermit shook his head and said. But he only succeeded in making more ripples. "they spread further and further.” The hermit cupped his palms on either side of the match stick and the boy was able to light the wick. rolled a strip of cloth over one end and dipped it in oil.” So they went inside the hut. A young boy happened to cross by.
I expect to pass Through life but once. revealing the crow's feet at the corners of his twinkling eyes. he sat with his grand daughter one evening. a completely changed man. helpful and loving. it will take its own time to die down. Trivedi followed everything religiously. Slowly. If therefore there be. She asked. This is what it said. Rich food. He looked at his beautiful wife and two little daughters. how are you so good? How do you manage to love so many people?” The old man smiled. 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. relatives and neighbours started seeking his help and advice on various issues for he seemed to be wiser than his contemporaries. diet restrictions etc. He came home.” Before you allow a thought or a piece of information to enter your mind. Too many conflicting thoughts just cause more and more disturbances. “Grandpa. a friend gave him a book to read. no tensions. Trivedi suffered a heart attack. it creates ripples. Four years later. he started feeling better and better. At the age of seventy four. about the purpose of life. It was then that I learnt how life should be lived. But if we can stop ourselves from throwing the pebble in the first place. No drinking. “It is not possible to stop the movement of the water once a pebble has been thrown into it. medicines. It had a poem in it. tensions. goodness and value. I had a close brush with death when I was thirty four. one by one the restrictions started slipping. He stayed at the hospital for a month. put it through the triple filter test of authenticity. it is with our minds. if he were to die? He followed the directions of the doctors. He fostered love on who ever came his way. A friend gave me a book. regular walks etc. Most important of all he developed an attitude of love towards all. Understandably. no smoking. Once the disturbance has been caused it takes time to ebb out. Time surely is a great healer. The doctors had told him in no uncertain terms that if he did not behave himself he could start counting his days. As time went by. For a couple of months. no nonvegetarian food. Slowly and surely he regained his health. Any kindness . If a thought enters into it. THE LAST DAY OF MY LIFE At the age of thirty. friends. all played havoc with his health. smoking etc. Even trying to forcibly remove the thought may further increase the turmoil in the mind. “My dearest baby. If a disturbance has entered into the mind. the ripples can be avoided altogether! So too. He was sent home with a long list of do's and don'ts. but prevention is always better than cure. life style changes. His attitude was always positive. What would happen to them. That started a series of thoughts.The wise man said. he suffered another stroke. long hours at work. While he was convalescing.
For I shall not pass This way again. the worker brought a strong industrial fan. having no bar of soap in them! There was no way to make out the difference between a full wrapper and an empty one. There was no soap in there. He proposed an expenditure of a large amount to put this system into place. Or any good things I can do to any fellow being. but I have a solution that shall cost a fraction of what you are planning to go in for. “My precious child. that during the process of wrapping. The management heard him out and passed the order to release the funds and to buy the machinery that he had proposed. But eventually they heard him out and agreed to try out his proposal. it so happened that inevitably. The process of handling each one separately for this purpose seemed to be very cumbersome. He had obviously learnt and lived it over and over. The next day. After a detailed investigation.” The management hesitated initially. Then he said. He recited the poem boisterously without faltering. for my impertinence. The man prepared a detailed report and proposed the setting up of a computer based system that would weigh and scan each bar. An uneducated worker said. So I try to do only that. I live each day as if it were my last. So. How had this happened? How could they ensure that the incident did not occur again? They had suffered enough bad publicity besides having to pay the compensation to the lady. there was a task before the management of the soap factory. “Excuse me Sir. the technical head was given the job of devising a method to overcome the problem.” THE SOAP BOXES A lady bought some bathing soaps from a shop. That being settled. Each morning when I wake up. For I shall not pass This way again. for being alive.I can show. He put it at an . Let me do it now. When she opened one of the packets. for the empty packs would not get detected by a normal x-ray machine. it was discovered. what I would do on the last day of my life. I thank God. I live each moment as if it were my last. one or two wrappers did get through. it was just an empty wrapper! She lodged a complaint against the manufacturer and got her claim. she found that it was empty.
The sage said. for a complex problem! This goes to prove that ideas are not the monopoly of the educated. They told the disciples there. The love of power shall bring about your downfall. The King walked up to the sage. Hundreds of birds of different kinds were eating and the sound of their twittering filled the air. I rule over them like a king too. He had captured the crown prince of the neighbouring kingdom and killed the King. “Stop shouting. Oh King! Realize the power of love. I do. The few empty wrappers that came through got blown off by the fan! The rest of them went past easily. “Yes. his eyes and his arms and all over. In an instant. accompanied by his ministers and attendants. I said Pranam!” he said in an angry voice. The King was crossing through a jungle. Guruji!” No answer. “Do you know who I am?” he shouted. You are the one who kills for the love of power.” The disciples said. but that's because they love me. You are the one who knows not that this power is temporary. The sage looked up and said. He sent his Minister and some soldiers to seek an audience. “Pranam. The army halted there for the evening. The sage said. One day another King shall kill you in the same way. “All I ever gave these birds is love. The sage said calmly.” The king was beside himself with rage.angle near the conveyor belt on which the packed soap bars were coming through and switched it on. the birds quietened down and sat meekly at the feet of the sage.” That made the king even more furious. The love of power has blinded you and brought you to the level of a killer. They poked their beaks into his face. But the birds wouldn't leave him. “Guruji has retired for the day. “Leave him! Leave him! Come to me my dears!” All at once. He said. The sage did not look up. “Guruji. I shall behead you just now!” He drew out his sword and raised it to strike the sage. He wanted to rest. He spoke louder. The sage was sitting under a tree and scattering bajra seeds all around. These birds would have killed you. Nearby was a hermitage.” The next morning the King came to the hermitage dressed in his royal finery. you are scaring the birds. no answer. . “Pranam. The king decided to pay his respects to the sage there. A simple solution. “Maharaj wants to meet the sage. Guruji!” Still. you can come tomorrow. hundreds of birds flew up and attacked the king. The king moved his arms up and around to ward off the birds. Common sense is seldom common! THE POWER OF LOVE A mighty King was marching home after being victorious in a gruesome battle. The king said. “Your impertinence is intolerable.
“Mama!” he called. He had lost a lot of blood. “He's the enemy Mama! You put us all into danger by letting him in. An old woman opened the door. “This is my son. An hour later there was another knock at the door. Each night the soldiers would return to their barracks. It's been so many days. Another young soldier walked in. she would surely find a way to kill him! Poison him perhaps! He was totally helpless. I'll do whatever I can to help you. Sit down by the log fire and make yourself warm. Many soldiers had died in both the armies.” she said simply.” “I'll be on my way now. You need to see a doctor. The woman said. Against his wishes. “Shall I help you to take that shirt off. “But. “Mama! Who is that?” She replied. The border areas were scenes of death and destruction. Be careful. you have to help him. I am all alone here.” The son saw the other soldier and said. if he was in his own territory. In the morning. “Eat. knocked at a lonesome cottage in the sinister darkness. some wounded. “I have a bullet in my arm. hesitations or semblance of fear she let the young fellow in. you are under my care.but the only power I ever exercise over them is the power of love and it is greatest power on this Earth.” The boy said tersely. lest you wake him up.” But he knew that he needed help and soon. some disillusioned and some vengeful. enemy or not. you may go if you wish to. “Oh! It's you my son. but not succeeding.” She said. “Look son. Others were dead and never did return. Should he ask the old woman? If it was enemy territory. “Sssh! He's just slept. Without any questions. the son. I'm sure together we can do something for you.” It's not what you gather. 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. The young man sipped the tea. The old woman said firmly.” The mother said. In an instant he saw the new entrant and realized that he was at the mercy of the enemy. She brought him some hot tea and a few slices of bread. Look son. applied some ointment and bandaged it. making an attempt to get up.” The boy spoke some angry words but she stuck to her stand. “That's the best I can do. “Nothing you can do. looking around uneasily. The heated exchange of words woke up the soldier. I need help.” The old woman motioned to her son and together they unbuttoned the stranger's torn shirt. But right now. One such night.” said the soldier. Sleep now!” . I'm so happy to have you home. let it be. upon his mother's insistence. My son too is in the army. He said brusquely. He wasn't even sure. he's wounded badly. The old lady said. maybe I could look at the wound. a wounded soldier. You're not going anywhere. He cleaned it up.” The young soldier winced and said. “No way. but he is not here. dug out the bullet amidst a continuous flow of blood.
A short while later. “It’s okay Papa.” It was Father’s turn to ask. The soldier said. “Temptation. to tell us that it's the enmity that has to be killed. That’s just what I did!” . it was just Temptation. “How can I ever thank you?” She replied. His little son Sirish was watching him. Mummy told me that they are just not good for my teeth.In the morning after eating a wholesome breakfast of hot porridge. I hope you will too. The ‘enemy' is also made of flesh and blood like us and some of them have hearts of gold. 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. If you study the whole write up. what are you deleting?” Father smiled mysteriously and answered. “Papa didn’t you tell me that when Temptation comes calling. “Temptation!” Sirish asked. not the enemy. so I sent her away!” He continued. Papa.” said Sirish as he rose to open the door.' He knew that only one weapon was needed to kill all enmities.” The soldier was unnerved. Finally he said. but that night he understood the meaning of the term ‘brotherhood of man. father pressed the ‘delete’ key as soon as the e-mail was displayed on his screen. Only a few of them. Sirish noticed that for a large number of mails. He just deleted them. but instantaneously changed the hand-shake into an embrace. I promise to try my best. For some of them he did not even open the attachments clipped on. the chances are you may get lured into buying it and it’s always easier to stay away from temptation than to get out of it!” The boy was reasonably satisfied and got busy with eating the apple slices that Mummy had just handed to him. “I'll try my best. I’m caught up. “There was a lady selling chocolates at a discount. And that weapon was LOVE. He was back in a minute. These mails are called spam mails. son?” Sirish said. They are sent by people who wish to tempt us to buy stuff that is not really good for us. Sirish watched curiously as father pressed the ‘delete’ key over and over again. my child is something that tries to incite you into doing something or buying stuff that we don’t really need. not the enemy. Father asked “Who’s it. “Papa. after the other. father read through and typed replies to. “Sirish would you get that. the door bell rang and father said. but he had lots of mails to clear so he had brought his laptop home. “We all need someone like your mother. You see it’s better to delete it as soon as it comes up. the soldier said to the old woman. “By Killing the enmity. Finally. TEMPTATION Father was working on his laptop. He didn't know what to say. “Temptation? What do you mean by that?” The little boy smiled and said. don’t reason out. he couldn’t contain himself and asked. As father opened one e-mail.” The soldier left. just send it right back.” “Yes. “Temptation? What do you mean by that?” Father sat the innocent little boy in his lap and said. It was a holiday.” he extended his hand towards the son.
my wall is ready too!” The king went to see the first artist’s wall. “My Lord. the king happened to be constructing a big hall at the rear end of the palace. He was very. “Oh King! Give me a blank wall in your palace and let me paint a picture on it. It is said that the world is a reflection of you. Whatever you . including the king and the first artist were intrigued.” Now. He encouraged artists from all over his country and gave them valuable gifts. each minor detail was exactly as it was on the first wall.Setting an example is not just one of the ways of teaching your children. showed up in it! That is what it means to polish your self. I shall make exactly what that man will make on the opposite wall. water etc. But this man had not been seeing what was going on. One day an artist came and said to the king. But you must tell me. The king sent for the second artist and asked him. without looking at his work. I too am an artist. on the other side of the curtain. I shall do so. “Young man. So he said. “It’s very easy! I just polished the wall every day!” It was a wall made of white marble! The fellow polished it till it shone like a mirror. when would your work be ready? I am coming to see the first wall this evening.” The man said. Just then. So how had he done it? The king wanted to know the secret.” The king said.” Now. I am indeed very happy with your work. “My Lord. very impressed with the painting and gave a hefty sum as a reward to the artist. “Young man. Then he said. another young man said. how did you do it?” The lad said simply. Everyone in the king’s court. oil. Moreover. “Alright you may work on one of the walls in the new hall. But the king loved surprises and he decided to give the young fellow a chance. 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. He then asked for the curtain to be opened up. that was a tall statement. He gave a double reward to the fellow. The first artist brought in a regular supply of paint. It’s the only way! THE PAINTING ON THE WALL There was a king who was a great admirer of art. After a month the first artist told the king that his work was complete and he would like to show it to the king. “What would you like to make?” The man said. “Oh King! Please allow me to work on the opposite wall. Lo and behold! The same painting was to be seen on the opposite wall too! Amazing! But true! Each line. I promise you shall not be disappointed. The second one would some with a cloth and a bucket of water every day. It will be more beautiful than anything you have ever seen before. The following day a thick curtain was put into place and both the artists got to work. The reflection of the painting across the room.” So the artist was given the job and he was very pleased indeed. For when we polish our hearts and souls we see God’s reflection within.
the world will seem to be that too. My heart loves all parts of my body. a part of my heart cried and died. When I get new toys my heart jumps. I seek your permission. hiding his smile and said. to share with you. If you are sad. what is this?" He said. so she called him Doctor Bhayia (brother). If you are happy. as if trying to understand everything! He caught her little hand to place over his heart and said. If my heart did not give love I would die." Arushi sat down to work seriously. angry. jealous. On the day of the presentation. that is what the world will seem to be to you THE BEAUTIFUL HEART Arushi was only seven years old. but all the same he nodded his head in assent. My heart does dhak-dhak all the It is in circolatury system and pumps all the blood. "Doctor Bhayia. She wrote her article and gave it to Doctor Bhayia. This is what Rajat read out: 1 red. Then why do people fight? . I am writing an article on the heart for my presentation. "This is a picture of the human heart. restless . Off you go now. that I can put so many people into it. Arushi thought he was already a doctor. he read out his article that was a very good piece on the functioning of the heart. time. dejected." The Professor in-charge was baffled. you write something for me and I'll put it into my work. "Sir. the world will look to be happy.. Then he said. My heart is When Raju break my dolly." She looked at it curiously. to speak for another minute. what my seven year old sister has to say on this topic. My heart is soooo big. "Sure. My heart is cracked and breaked when people say a bad things to it.. her eyes shining. One day she went to his room and found him studying a big book. 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 All of us have biiiig hearts. Her cousin Rajat who was twenty years old. "Can you feel how its beating? It works hard all day to pump blood. Only God knows how to make new hearts so we should try not to break them. was studying medicine. There is one like that in all of us. Mama says God lives in all hearts. Rajat looked at her." "May I help you?" asked Arushi.are. She climbed onto his lap and asked.
The lucky five sang in the final round. What struck the audience was not the final . You have sung it terribly! I cannot even count the number of mistakes you have made. It was time for the final verdict. You need to train for longer hours. Meera. just how it should have been sung.There was pin-drop silence. one is always a learner. for they could not hold back the tears of disappointment. 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. “Well.” The rest of the contestants went through their turns of listening to the opinions of the judges on their respective performances. All the young participants put forward their best. the only difference is that you are yet to become famous. I wish you luck. centrestage and said to her. Do you think that people like us who have made a name in the world of music are any different from you? No. we are also like you.” He went on to sing a line from the same song to show this bewildered contestant. the flesh and the blood. wept openly. You youngsters think that by singing a few numbers here and there you can become singers of repute. You have immense potential in you. Let me tell you. He said. In this field. You have to train under the grand maestros. The road is tough but it’s not impossible to conquer. Little Arushi had seen beyond what doctors see. The contestants had sung in front of three eminent judges. “First of all young lady I wish to congratulate you for having reached the final round. you were brave to have chosen that song. men who had made a name for themselves in the world of music. Those that did not make it. started with bated breaths and pounding hearts. But don’t worry. She fought to hold them back. But you have a lot to learn yet. in front of such a voluminous audience and in the midst of so much talent. Good luck to you. Lady luck shall surely smile on you if you continue to persevere. You have my blessings. Don’t give up. you have to practice day and night. Tears streamed down the girls cheeks. They had the audience literally dancing to their tunes. everyone stood up to give a standing ovation. young lady. even we are still learning. you can make it if you practice consistently. Come out of your Utopia. The second round. The first round being one of elimination brought the number down to ten. It was a rare honour to get a chance to sing on this platform. you just need to garner it right. having proved your mettle in such a sea of talent. There was a thunderous applause from the audience. He said. She had seen beyond the mechanics. At the end of the second round. “I wonder what prompted you to choose such a difficult composition to sing. Then the Professor rose up from his seat and started clapping One by one. The singers had excelled. be happy. only five contestants were short-listed. Soon the singing part was over. but her eyelids were not strong enough to hold in control the flood of emotions that besieged her. The crowd was going berserk with enthusiasm. Twenty two entries had been selected from the hundreds of entries received. The mike was passed on to the second judge.” It was the turn of the third judge to speak now. The first judge called one of contestants.
Together the boys planted them on either side of the road. A couple of names were suggested. He has had the strength to submit himself to a verdict of success or failure. Inderpal was the Sarpanch of a village. Mahipal still had some money left over. he told the village elders that he wanted to retire from the post of Sarpanch. “We shall not cut it. Karam set to work the very next day. In a couple of days the contractor reported to Karam that the road was ready. Half way through they came across an old Banyan tree. The village was about a mile away on either side from two different highways. He also got together all the young boys in the village and asked them to lend a hand in clearing the path to make a road for ‘our village’. The small amount that was left over. They zeroed down on the names of two men. He had become very old and was failing health. The challenge is to let it not grind you into dust. Important are those who have had the guts to enter the arena. 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. Both of them were considered to be capable young men. They cleared the track of bushes and trees and beat down the mud to settle it. Even if he fails. recruited only a few labourers. 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. but the attitude of the judges. Mahipal on the other hand. Mahipal said. For not all people have the guts to try. Mahipal used to buy some sweets and distributed them amongst his spirited team of youngsters. So. It is not the critic who is important. There is no greatness in pointing out where and how great men stumbled. Life they say is a rocky road.result. the elders were unable to make a final selection. They even erected small banks of mud on either side. we shall divert the path a little to go by its side. at least he has had the experience of the journey. Having discussed the pros and cons of having either of the two as Sarpanch. As the audience walked out of the auditorium. The funds were not enough for making a proper road. . The track cut through the play ground where some boys played Kabaddi. He has had the spirit of adventure. When the road was ready. The old Sarpanch decided to put both of them to test. He bought a hundred saplings of mulberry. He employed a contractor who came with a large team of labourers. 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. Karam and Mahipal.” All the young men helped to level out the land. but polish you into a brilliant gem! THE VILLAGE SARPANCH The villages in India have a head-man called Sarpanch. a few were discussing the participants and the results.
for he is immovable. I try hard but I cannot move him. He was impressed by the perfection with which Karam had done the job. “Oh King! I offer my beautiful daughter to you. the ambitious mother scurried away to the God of Wind and swiftly proposed to him. But if you are looking for a powerful husband. let me tell you that the Rain God is mightier than me. Your power and her beauty shall make a great alliance. “Dear Rain God. Moreover. They showed him the saplings that they had planted. please make her your wife. but being over ambitious can lead to disappointment. Why don’t you propose to him?” So. don’t you know that the God of Wind is more powerful than me! He can blow my clouds to smithereens if he wants to. I am indeed moved that you thought of me as a good match for your daughter.” So the mother rat went to the king of rats and said wearily. There is no way that I can defend myself against their sharp teeth. She shall make a very suitable bride for you.” The Sun God smiled warmly and said. Please accept her as your wife. He along with his caravan of rats digs into my body. When I bump into him. Later he went to see the other road. credibility and his ability to create a team. please marry my daughter. “I am honoured by your proposal. I am completely overshadowed. The Sarpanch was happy. It looked quite professional and meticulously done. Sometimes it can be funny too! A pretty. He has been honest to the cause and has shed sweat to involve people and make a team. She would be a perfect bride for you. “The most essential quality of a leader is not perfection.” The mother rat rushed to the Rain God and said. He was greeted by a whole group of youngsters. A leader is never a leader alone. He named Mahipal as the new Sarpanch saying. for when he comes with his army of clouds. “Perhaps you don’t know that the Mountain God is more powerful than me. “Madam. he is a leader of people and that because he and his word are worthy of trust. The Sarpanch went to see both the roads. Her mother was somewhat over ambitious and decided that she must find a very powerful husband for her darling daughter. “My daughter is extremely beautiful and your power is unmatched. Mahipal has been able to win the trust of all these youngsters that is why they have followed him. They make holes and burrows wherever they please. only one who serves is fit to become a leader. The Sarpanch was especially touched by the gesture of side tracking the old Banyan tree and not axing it.The completion of work was reported to the old Sarpanch. I have to change my track. “Please dear Mountain God.” The Rain God replied with a twinkle in his eye. She went to the Sun God and said to him. young she-rat was eligible for marriage. It is his dedication. will you have my charming daughter for a bride?” The Mountain God spoke in a grating voice. “Oh mighty God of wind! Please marry my lovely daughter.” THE RAT BRIDE It is good to be ambitious.” The tired mother rat hobbled up to the Mountain God and proposed to him. but let me tell you that the king of rats is more powerful than me. eager to see the reaction of the Sarpanch. “Lady.” .” The wind God chuckled and said.
He loved these old people and he loved to see them laugh. one old man who was really missing Bunty. but sometimes she would come along with Bunty and chat with these oldies. There were numerous bottles of medicine.” . Please don’t disturb him. It had about thirty residents. “Yes. A worried looking mother opened the door. In life too. They would often ask her why Bunty had no friends of his age. There was a nurse on duty. The next day too. but he didn’t turn up. Would you like to come to his room?” The old man followed the lady to Bunty’s room. Next to his bed was a trolley laden with bottles of glucose and dextrose. no. He enacted the various roles all by himself. Another day he brought his cricket bat and played cricket with them. we haven’t seen him around for some days. 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. “Gladly!” So the king of rats married the pretty young lady. On the fourth day. They looked forward to Bunty’s visits just as much as he looked forward to them. He called all the women ‘Grandma’. Next door lived a young couple and their ten year old son. He seemed to have no friends of his age. He would put the daisies into the hair of the old women and into the button holes of the old men’s jackets. “He’s happier playing with you. She got up and motioned them to come out of the room. The management would put cane chairs outside. pressed the door bell of Bunty’s house. Every evening he would come to the old age home and chat with the residents. Sometimes he would bring yellow daisies for them. Sometimes Bunty would play the guitar and sing songs for them. it isn’t. Perhaps he has got something in common with you. Some were sick. all the residents would sit outside in the garden. 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. Is everything alright?” The woman hesitated. He loved to see the Grandpa’s turn into little boys. One day he told them about the drama that they had at school. I mean. Tea and biscuits would be served to them. and all the men ‘Grandpa’. “Good evening ma’am! I was wondering if Bunty is well. Bunty is sick. the ambitious mother rat realized that her beautiful daughter was fit to be a bride only for a rat.The king of rats blushed from ear to ear and said. others were healthy. A bottle of blood was being transfused into the boy. Some were active. She would simply say. there was no sign of him. others were confined to wheelchairs. They had a grand wedding and the rest they say is history! Finally. The little boy was very thin and weak. It was a daily routine that these elderly people looked forward to. “He has just gone to sleep. Bunty’s mother was usually busy with her household chores.” One evening the residents waited for Bunty. He’s been struggling with the pain. Bunty. The sight he saw stopped him in his tracks. She signalled for them to be quiet.
I’m really hungry. In the wee hours of the morning he got the message that one of his trucks had skidded and overturned on the highway. We requested the doctor to give him the blood transfusion at home. Most of the apple boxes had split open and the apples were strewn all over the road. He was pained to see the truck laid upside down on the roadside. It was late in the evening when the truck owner returned home. even you never let us know!” “Grandpa. Bunty is thalasemmic. I’ve not had a bite all day. “Grandpa. It will take a while for him to get well. Luckily there was no loss of life. A crane was called to put the truck back on its wheels. Get me some food quickly. He got a chest infection and had very high fever. All the little acts of love. “He never told us. all that concern and laughter from a child who was thalasemmic! The happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems. all that sharing and caring. “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. doing his job to get things back into the streamline. first and foremost we are answerable to our own conscience! FIND YOUR WAY BACK HOME The father of a teenager usually tries to teach him life skills in an attempt to prepare him for the proverbial ‘Big-bad world’. It makes him happy. The contractor who owned the apples came to retrieve what ever he could. “Every month we take him to the hospital for his blood transfusion. He’d be heart broken if all of you were to pity him. He told his elder sister. but he never let us know. At dawn the truck owner went to the site of the accident. so he opts to play with all of you. each professional. He has very low immunity. Come to think of it. He never wanted to discuss his disease.” The old man was speechless. He came to see us everyday. The Insurance company executives had come to assess the loss.” She swallowed to hide her tears.” As she served him food. Bunty’s a strong willed boy. One such father was on a business tour to a foreign . I left my wallet at home. to look in to the matter. He used to let them out for the transport of apples from Himachal Pradesh to the plains.The lady said. “How could I? They didn’t belong to me!” How true! We are answerable to others later. she said. tired and weary. Many hours passed. but those who learn to live with things that are less than perfect! THE APPLE TRUCK A man owned many trucks. so I allow him to see you every evening. Three days back he contracted a viral. while playing games. He’s not able to match up with his peers at school. The old man said. “In the hurry.
looking at the sunset. I was testing you to see whether you could find your way back to me. One quiet evening. but he fought them back. you would have seen me. The boy was scared. ‘What next? What should I do? How will I find him in this alien land. Your son did well. Many times he had to ask for directions from strangers. he did not even know the way back. the restaurants and the corridors. he walked. without letting him know his actual predicament. He had taken his fourteen year old son with him. to your eternal . He felt tears brimming in his eyes. I am old now.” “Neither did I! If only you had looked around carefully. They went out in the day. They were staying at a small hotel. the boy decided that the best thing he could do was to make his way back to the hotel. he found his way back to his father! I too expect you to find your way back to your eternal father. I’m quite proud of you!” Years passed. He took a bus to a place that was half way to the hotel. I must say. hungry and weary. “I wanted to see. I wonder why you created me and then left me alone in this world to fend for my self. but to no avail. He was talking to God. I wonder what life is all about. the shops. “Do you remember the day.country. The boy grew up to be a man and the father became old. the old man sat in the garden. all the time!” “What do you mean?” asked the boy incredulously. Do you even know what I have been through? As I sit in this armchair in the twilight of my life. he tactfully asked the traffic policeman to guide him on how to get there. if you could fend for yourself. It was late in the night when he finally trudged into the hotel tired. So. you did rather well. with no money in my pocket?’ Just then he heard the key turn in the door and father walked in! “Dad. hoping to find father inside. He rummaged through his pockets. They were walking on a busy road. “I was only a few steps away from you. I too expect you to find your way home. He marched up the stairs to their room. The other half. I’ve gone through so many ups and downs in life. He read the directions from the site maps on the way. He looked around for him desperately. As the sun began to set. you decided to test your son?” “Yes. only to find that he did not have enough money to pay for his fare back to the hotel. He walked the street up and down several times but could not find his father. Anyways. Suddenly the boy realized that the father was no where around. even for a moment?” “No.” “Did you let him out of your sight. Why do you not guide me? Why don’t you talk to me sometimes?” Then God replied. for that was the farthest he could pay for. But no where could he find his father. The boy looked in the restrooms. He sat down and thought. 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. “Lord.” “Oh! Really? Then why did you follow me all the time?” “I had to be sure you were safe. but he was disappointed.
the people started saying ‘yes’. perhaps we could request the church management. I am waiting for you to find your way back to me because you belong to me. very slowly. She fed it to them. Father Peter Peirera addressed the gathering and conveyed the request of the scientists.” SPACE RESEARCH A senior scientist was doing space research. He was told that one of the woman labourers had died leaving behind two little babies. The old woman put one of the wailing babies to the breast of the young mother. Vikram Sarabhai. if they could shift to another suitable place. The old woman looked at the newly born girls and beseeched the Lord. numb with pain. is none other than Dr. The other baby slept peacefully by her mother’s side. She had to forego her own dinner to buy some milk for them. She was lying behind a bush. The only person attending to her was an old woman who was also part of the road building team. “Well. drop by drop. Abdul Kalam. for a nationalistic cause. He along with one of his students called Abdul. ‘yes’. you could ask Father Peter Peirera.P. A. I shall have to ask them. after the service was over.. Another space was allotted and a new church was built for Father Peter Peirera and his people. The contractor went to the house of the old woman . The scientist requested the officer with a smile saying.” The following Sunday. Abdul made his first rocket there. THE TWINS A young woman labourer assisted in building roads. “Oh God! What is the crime committed by these poor souls! Who will look after them? Have mercy on them!” Out of compulsion. She had just given birth to twin daughters. the officer smiled and said. The next day the road contractor came. Father said. he needed a big piece of land a little far away from the city. “No!” The officer explained that the land that they were asking for was home to a number of fishermen. in a pool of blood.” Ironically. till the entire crowed agreed unanimously to give up their place of worship. the old woman looked after the babies for the night.home! Come my child. “Officer. It would not be possible to give it. This church belongs to the people. The woman was weak and miserably poor. Former President of India! All that. Incidentally. The God of death hovered around her and soon her painful life drew to an end. Then he asked. ‘yes’. But this is God’s home. As for the old church. the scientist and his students went to request Father Peter Peirera.J.. “Well! Can we give them the church for the benefit of our country?” Slowly.. the scientists name was Dr. The first response was. And Abdul. “Well scientific research is much required for our country. it was used as a workshop for the research programme by the scientist and his team. For his research. Try your luck!” So. approached the Municipal Officer concerned and put in a request for allotment of land for scientific research. who was in charge of the church. In addition there was a church on that land. He had a group of young scientists to assist him. thanks to the large heartedness and vision of a nationalist called Father Peter Peirera.
to see the girls.. He told his father that he wanted to marry her. The secret that had been guarded by the couple from their own ‘daughters’ should remain a secret. My wife and I were passing by. He noticed that they both had a mole on the left cheek and looked very. for he could not bear the stench of the damp walls mixing with the smell of urine and stale milk. God alone knows what is good for each one of us. He confirms that you made the wrong choice. He knew who they were! But. these girls would surely have become labourers too. the old woman would not have come forward to care for them. Had the mother not died. Let us arrange for a beautiful open-jeep carriage to take the body to the funeral ground. One of you go and talk to the flower girl to deliver fifty garlands of fresh balsam flowers so that . He rushed out of the room. Had the young mother not died.” Then it came back to him! He looked at the girls closely and saw the black moles on their left cheeks.. I want to tell you that Anubha is my daughter in every sense except the biological one. When God denies you your wishes.. The girl’s father asked to talk to the contractor alone. When one door closes. very similar. A very old woman died in a dirty cottage. He handed out some money to the old woman and mumbled something under his breath. We tried our best to find out about their family but to no avail. The contractor asked the girl to bring her family. the girl brought her parents and sister. The contractor was much impressed by the sisters. “Father has only a few breaths left now. he chose to keep quiet. Soon he will die. He confirms that He is waiting for the right time to give you the right thing. The wedding was fixed. The eldest son said. He confirms that He loves you. The next day.. Another one opens. And had the old woman not died. the young son of the contractor brought home a beautiful girl. Finally we brought them up as our own. They were probably just a few days old. These two girls were crying by her side. When God answers your Prayer. THE LAST JOURNEY A rich old man was very ill and was on his ‘death-bed’. His four sons stood around him. When God keeps you waiting. Twenty years later. He said. “Sir.
Each bush was abloom with roses of different hues. “If one of you will kindly bring my shoes. I don’t need a carriage. He wanted to leave behind enough wealth to make them comfortable for a long.” The next day.we can decorate the arthi nicely. I think my shoes are enough for me to walk out of here. And. “We hope to be able to spread our fragrance to more and more people. we should be displayed for people to see and admire. 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. but they were extremely fragrant. It’s only a short distance from our house to the crematorium. for red roses are the ultimate expression of love. We are four of us. After all what does it matter to a dead man. The carriage shall cost us dear. like a King. adding some asparagus ferns and silver strings. The red roses said.” The second son said. “We wish we could be given to a beloved. long time.” The roses on the third bush said softly. Why don’t we just ask for the ambulance from the ‘Jeevan Hospital’. Surely that should be more economical.” The third son was even thriftier. shapes and sizes.” The old man happened to be listening to this conversation between his sons. Each one of them was exquisitely formed. The red roses were bought by a rich old lady who passed them on to an expert garland stringer. he must go too. He won’t even know. “Why bother with the ambulance and the flowers? The funeral ground is just behind our house anyway. He said. but their unique selling point was their shape. “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. Our father has lived like a king. Two beautiful .” The roses on the second bush said. whether his last journey is in a fancy carriage or in an ordinary ambulance?” The youngest son was craftier still. Each fold and each petal was a sculpted masterpiece. 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. we can put him on a cot and carry him on our shoulders. They were not at all pretty to look at. an ambulance or a cot. She strung the roses into an exquisite garland. down the road? It shall not cost as much as the jeep carriage. do we really need the new clothes? He is going to be dead anyways. “Why to order the flowers? They shall rot in this heat anyways. He sent them to a florist. The garland stringer chopped off the stalks and leaves. I don’t need help from anyone of you. the gardener came and cut the rose stalks. He said. Also order a set of new clothes for him. The second bush had roses in yellow with pink streaks. “We are so perfect. The roses on three of the bushes got talking. The third bush had soft light pink roses known as desi-gulab or wild roses. So.” THE ROSE GARDEN Spring had brought new life to this beautiful rose garden. The roses on the first bush were blood red in colour. I’ll just go by myself.
The next day the priest removed the garlands from the deities and cast them away in a corner of the temple. Many devotees saw the exquisite garlands and wowed at them. for no one seemed to want to buy them. The roses were proud for they were the centre of attraction for all to see. they were crushed to a fine powder and some glue like substance and some oils were added to them. Perhaps you could identify . That bunch was left sitting in the shop of the florist for days. The petals lay immersed in the water for days. glancing at their expensive wrist watches and talking sixteen miles to a dozen. 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. “Oh Krishna! Oh Radha! We are sorry for being vain. Here is some food for thought. to none other than Radha-Krishna the proverbial lovers. They were almost beginning to rot and their dreams of giving fragrance to people seemed to be quite impossible to realize. Busy executives rushed past. When the flowers were totally dry. 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. Even their cries could be heard by no one. The wild roses were focussed right from day one. He picked them up and put them in the sun to dry along with many other flowers that had been laid out for drying. but only a few people had time to stop by and admire their perfection. She offered them with devotion to Radha and Krishna at the temple. The roses wept for they felt dejected and useless. but they were happy! What about the perfect yellow roses? They spent all their life waiting for recognition and admiration.garlands were made and delivered to the rich old lady. A man saw the wilting red garlands. Find your focus. deep in conversation. Let us pause for a moment to look into the fate of the little pink roses. The red roses swelled with vanity. The girl took the roses home and gave them to her mother. but the physical and the mundane.” The roses beseeched the Lord. Others hurried past. The entire set up was placed on the centre table of the entrance of a hotel. Aggarbattis were made! They were used in the temple to sanctify the area with their aroma. 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. whereas the yellow roses thought about nothing. Eventually they wilted and the hotel cleaner dumped them into the garbage along with the rotting peels of vegetables. that is of utmost importance. The yellow roses preened and smiled. The mother shook off all the petals into a huge basin of water. Please do not caste us away. The end that you eventually meet with depends upon the road you choose to take for the journey. Eventually the florist gave them away for free to the girl who worked in the shop. A group of young workers were deputed to hand roll the mixture onto fine sticks. holding their cell phones. We were too caught up in pride to enjoy our closeness with you. They added some powder to the water now and then so that it would not start stinking due to stagnation. 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 red roses suffered a setback to their vanity but made up for it because they soon realised their folly. The red roses’ vanity was burnt away and they were reduced to nothing. Please Lord! Give us another chance to serve you. The red roses were happy for they had been used by the lady as an offering of love. but no one came forward to listen to their cries. egg shells and chicken bones. The red roses cried.
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. cut it open and pulled out the Will. One afternoon. because he came in the way. we will stand by you. Live your life such that when you are to go. I was also a soldier in your son’s army regiment. “You are not alone.. . Marina’s world had just crumbled to bits. I have special instructions regarding his most valuable property. “I can pay Rs. “If there is anything that we can do to help.. Three . Their savings had been spent to the last penny in trying to save him.with either of the roses and in case you are on the wrong track. rummaged through his worn out pockets and said. There were no takers. So it is with the Lord. Do you want to end up giving fragrance to the world or do you want to end up in a dustbin? The choice is yours! When you came into this world. The old family gardener came forward. Two . The portrait is yours. It said. He had lost his only son in a battle. you were crying and all those around you were smiling. actually hit him. his collection of master pieces.” Then he reached into his pocket and took out an envelope. Again and again the lawyer called out for someone to name a price. It was put above the mantelpiece in a place of honour. The pain had been too much to bear and he had lost the will to live...” That was the end of the auction. The bullet that was meant for me. His lawyer had a letter that was to be read out after the cremation.for it. Many years later. I was with him when he died... this portrait of his son first of all. Sorrow and age had wrought havoc on his face and dulled his vision. please accept it as a gift..”. “The entire collection of paintings shall be inherited by the buyer of my son’s portrait.” The lawyer counted “One . If only we show love towards those whom He loves. but no one wanted the crudely painted picture. She had a fourteen year old daughter and an eleven year old son. Gone.” So saying. i. but this one touched his heart. She had no work experience. do let us know”. The lawyer said.e.27/. this could just be the right time for you to change your track. Most of them offered. Kripa passed away.” Kripa was a connoisseur of art. I have painted a portrait of your son. a visitor knocked at his door and said “Sir. Friends and relatives came to console her. the old lawyer put up the portrait of the deceased son that had been presented by the soldier. The walls of his beautiful house were adorned with masterpieces of great value... His body had become infirm and weak. I owe my life to him. “Before I read out the Will regarding the inheritance of the property. I must auction out the vast collection of paintings and utilize the sum as directed in the letter. I have been directed to put up for auction. she was totally a home-bird. The rest of the property may be auctioned and the proceeds used for setting up an orphanage for the orphans of war. you are smiling and others are crying THE SON’S PORTRAIT Kripa had become old.
I would have spoken to the Principal for you. The next instalment for the school fees of her children was due in a fortnight. I’ve given you my promise. in a women’s garments store and asked a relative to put in a word for her. The little girl had her eyes and her plate full. so he watched in silence. She was offered the job. Mother was equally adamant. Till one night. She walked into the interview room with the confidence that stems only from God’s presence in you. they really won’t listen to anyone. provided she could move into a residence at the hostel premises. you have to have a certain personality to look after such a job.. The mother said. “Actually Marina. when He asks you to surrender your problems to Him and forget about them. Thy will be done. “Yes honey. With one stroke. She cried her heart out and prayed. But.. The tension was unnerving. Grandma looked disgusted at the attitude of the mother. To surrender means.A month later. it is then that you realize that God is all that you really needed! BALD HEADED There was tension in the air as mother stood behind her daughter’s chair in the dinning room. Suddenly she said. all her problems were solved! It is only God who stands by His words. Today’s menu for lunch was jackfruit and curd with Roti. The friend said. if you continue to worry about them. to turn your thoughts away from all your problems and leave everything into His hands saying. but if there is anything else. The poor child looked at the revolting mass in her plate and felt that if she ate it.” The girl put a spoonful of jackfruit into her mouth and made a face as if she was tasting poison.. will you grant me a wish?” Father grabbed the opportunity to resolve the situation and said quickly. meaningless endearments and lame excuses. “Okay. The school provided free education to the wards of their employees! The school mess would also provide free meals to her wards and herself. “See that you . 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. but you are really not the type. Just finish it fast and tell me what you want.” When at last you realize that God is all you have left. she would definitely throw up. Marina requested one of these friends to help her get a job as a receptionist at a local school. the owner is my friend no doubt. “Don’t worry..” Father said. “You see Marina. for the warden was supposed to be present all day. In her dream she saw God smiling at her and blessing her. The house rent was grossly overdue. but she is just not the obliging type. She refused to eat the jackfruit. “Oh God! Why did you do this to us? How shall I tend to my children? Please help me for I am absolutely alone. He does not take over.” This went on. It may be something else. I’ll get it for you.. Now gobble it up.” She cried herself to sleep. “It may not be a ‘thing’.” A week later Marina applied for a job as a salesgirl. “Lord. 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. Her expenses seemed to soar whereas her resources dwindled. whatever you say. I mean. if I eat it. I’m always willing to help. Marina broke down.. hollow words. The next morning she found an advertisement in the newspaper for a walk-in-interview to fill the post of a warden for a Boarding school.” The girl said.
After all. “She has done her part. It’s not such a big deal after all!” The girl ate it all up. although he could not make out head or tail of why she wanted to do such a weird thing. “You had your way. The teacher conducted a preliminary test on him to guage his talent . don’t even dream about it. “Oh no! My son did not have to get his head shaved.don’t go overboard in asking for a wish. He was afraid that the other children would make fun of him. this is quite a ridiculous thing to ask for. she will never learn to honour hers. He had a good voice and he wanted to train to become an Indian classical singer. “Look my child. A short while later a boy came to the park. For once Grandma seemed to see eye to eye with her daughter in law but chose to keep silent. we just have to realize how precious they are.” The man was even more confused now. She promised my son that she would get her head shaved. During the chemotherapy he lost all his hair and was refusing to come out of the house. “But darling you shall look obnoxious. be reasonable and I shall surely let you have your way. washed it down with a whole glass of water and then said quickly. He did not understand. Father said. Father was surprised to note that the boy too had no hair on his head. You see he has leukaemia. You have always taught me about the value of honouring your word. What’s the big deal about it?” Mother said.” Father stood his ground. He visited a renowned music teacher and expressed his desire to him. She tried to smile bravely and said. “No. He said. apparently the bald boy’s mother came up to him and said. And how does it matter anyway? Its just hair! It will grow back. why did your son have to get his head shaved?” he asked. Why don’t we buy you a nice Barbie doll instead?” “But I don’t want a doll. Daddy’s heart melted. THE ROSE BUD A young boy wanted to learn music. 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. “Who ever heard of a girl getting her head shaved? I will not allow it. Silly girl!” said mother. so that the other children at the park would not jeer at him.” Daddy said. If we do not honour our word. I just want to get my head shaved. But I never thought she would actually live up to it. It was a bargain. with a clatter and grandma almost fainted. what about that now? You are going back on your word. “I want to get my head shaved!” Mother’s spoon fell from her hand. he took her to the park to play as he did every evening. “You have quite a daughter. But your daughter coaxed him on the phone to come today.” But the girl was adamant. now don’t be unfair to her and stop making a fuss!” Father took the girl to the barber and got the job done. was this the latest fashion or what? Just then a lady. they are gifted to us by God. It’s so unfair!” she said in a trembling voice. “What rubbish! That’s impossible. “But. You gave me your word. Looking at the little girl’s tear filled eyes.” he said. “Daddy you promised me. Later in the evening. it’s just a bowl of jackfruit. the most precious things in life can not be made or bought.
I have made a mistake. but seeing the children eat. He gave them some toffees and chatted with them. it’s not the buds fault.. A man decided to go for a trek to the top of the mountain.and decided to give him a try. the boy was in tears. this bud. I pried it open. I am the cause of its present state. smiled inwardly and thought. Please unfold me petal by petal at your own pace and will. he threw some tidbits to the rabbits too. how soon can I become a singer?” The teacher said. He wept. hard he tried. They skipped along with him and showed him the best path to take. The lovely spruce trees looked rich and green. He walked up slowly but surely. “Guruji.. even as long as you live. The boy asked. it seems. But. perhaps the bud was in too much of a hurry. It seems to have outdone its potential to grow. He stopped to feed the squirrels and the birds. “Guruji.” TREKKING IN THE MOUNTAINS Spring was in the air. its not going to be a short time. The inner most that were just beginning to form. The pine cones looked like . how much time would I need to train under your guidance. He met some village children on the way. It had hurt its leg..” A few months later. The young man filled up his haversack and strapped it on to his back. but I promise to let you shape me as you wish.. “Look son. He washed the wound and dressed it up. he ate them too. He took out his first aid kit and carefully reached out for the poor mongrel.” That evening. that depends upon how much work you are able to put into it. He started his trek uphill. the boy went and squatted near the bush. “Guruji. “I’ll soon learn everything there is to learn. lest they are poisonous. It would have spread fragrance all around and its beauty would have lent splendour to our garden. The number of days it takes to unfold its petals to become a full grown flower. Everything around him looked so happy. However. He took out his packed lunch and ate it. it shall never become a perfect rose flower now. was in a hurry to bloom from a bud into a flower overnight. Hurry has now become a cause for worry. some of the petals got torn and mutilated. “Well. The flowers in the valley and on the mountain were in full bloom. whistling a merry tune to himself. ” By now. The children plucked wild berries off the trees and offered them to the man. The spring in his step matched the spring in the air. They showed him the rarest species of mountain undergrowth that only the locals know of. the boy asked the same question. Every now and then he stopped to admire the flowers and the trees. The man noticed that the dog was bleeding. “Do you see that rose bud on the bush outside. Slowly and carefully he tried to open up the petals of the rose bud to make it look like a flower.?” The teacher said. He went on further uphill.” The boy. others fell off. He called the boy and said. The man continued his trek up the mountain. I am determined. Had the bud grown naturally it would have been beautiful at each stage of its life.. He was wary of eating them. whining. because singing is about learning more and more each day. A stray dog ventured near him. that’s the number of years you’ll take to learn. I cannot give back its babyhood to the bud. till he reached the top. But one thing you can be sure of. The next morning the teacher saw the plight of the rose bud and understood what had happened. Just look at the state of its petals. how much time. got crushed into the stamen.
He was making masterpieces of furniture in teak and mahogany. with his books open in front of him. New idols of Goddess Lakshmi and Lord Vishnu were being installed. Together. but he just couldn’t walk. One day his father asked him. Now what? He applied some balm to his ankle and tied it up. CONCENTRATION Tarun was always unhappy. look around at different people working in different vocations and try to plan your future.” That afternoon the doorbell rang and Tarun opened the door to a carpenter. His favourite pass time was day dreaming. because he was fed up with his studies. He licked the foot of the man and then limped away. can I hammer the nails in?” “Sure. what would you like to be when you grow up?” He answered. so he could never hold his mind onto the subject that he was supposed to be studying. like an injured puppy. try your hand. to holidays and so on. nursing his swollen thumb. He would sit on his study desk.” said father. He yelped in pain as his ankle got twisted. As the sun went down he realized that it was time to go back. “Will you teach me how to make statues?” “Why not!” said the sculptor. He basked in the sun for a while. He started his descent. So too it is in life. He realized that he may have to spend the night there. Tarun hammered in a nail and then went into a reverie. followed by a group of children. Tarun yelped in pain. In the evening they went to the temple. “Son. to films. Half way down. Some time later the dog was back. Soon he was transported into a world of exquisite marble statues that he had sculpted. He was all alone. How beautiful they looked! The sculptor was fixing the pedestal as many people looked on in awe! Tarun asked the sculptor. I never thought about it. He placed the stone between his feet and carefully wielded the chisel and hammer. but his mind would wander from friends.nuggets of gold hanging on the trees. Just then he saw the stray dog looking at him. It is important to be nice to people on our way up for we may need them on our way down. He lacked concentration. “I don’t know father. “Here.” beamed the carpenter. Tarun watched the carpenter with fascination as the latter sawed and nailed the wood together.” “Well.” and went outside. he slipped and fell. But the day-dream came to a rude halt as the chisel went into his heel. How grand those armchairs looked! Till “Ooow!” he yelled! He had banged his thumb with the hammer! He mumbled “Sorry. He saw the bandage that he had earlier applied to him. to games. causing it to bleed.” Tarun started excitedly. “Today wherever you go. “Please. The dog seemed to understand that the man needed help. His father had called him to repair a window that had broken in the storm last week. The children recognized him as the toffee-man. to foes. take this stone and try to cut a straight line through it with my chisel and hammer. The air was cool and pure. the children helped him to hobble back. Tarun asked. to food. . His little acts of kindness and love had won him enough friends to help him when he was making his descent. all the way down the mountain.
festivals etc." Johnny the Bagger (A True Story) Barbara Glanz is a speaker and author. who had been slapped. in the morning after having completed your morning ablutions. But. Just then he heard his father. What should he do? Concentration was required for being a carpenter or a sculptor or even a temple priest. why?" The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us. “Surely I can become a priest.” Sure! If you are a good student. fasts. “Hey Tarun! Have you thought about what I asked you?” “Yes father. you wrote in the sand and now. got stuck in the mire and started drowning. about a month later. How on earth could he possibly learn all those mantras? He could not concentrate on the answers in his science book. "If you have any great service stories. but without saying anything. If you are a hardworking person and can work in earnest. He said. Barbara gets a call from a young man who introduces himself as Johnny. You shall have to report to me at 5 a.000 people attending. there was no respite in any profession. she gave out her email address and phone number. “I shall give you a book of the shalokas that you need to recite for yajnas. can I work with you?” “Of course.” said the fat Brahmin. "After I hurt you. “I’m going to be a good student. she spoke at a convention for a large grocery chain with over 3. A few years ago.. we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. The one. I heard what you had to say about service. The one who got slapped was hurt. you write on a stone.m. At the end of her speech. he went up to the priest and asked “Panditji.” Poor Tarun. he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE. And they get so many nice things to eat in return. Her talk was on creating memories for the customers so they would want to come back. All that these people have to do is to offer food to the Lord and shake the bell. "Barbara." They kept on walking until they found an oasis." The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him. but the friend saved him. you can master any trade! Sand and Stone A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument. prayers.”Well. and I like it! I'm just a bagger in the . and one friend slapped the other one in the face. I'd like to hear them. wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. and said. when someone does something good for us. After the friend recovered from the near drowning..He eyed the temple priest’s large belly and thought to himself. offerings. where they decided to take a bath. we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.” So.” said Tarun earnestly. any vocation is good for you.
He was happy because he was content. and they wouldn't budge—they wanted to see Johnny's quote of the day! In fact. you could probably own your own country. I went out into the store and noticed that one line was three times longer than the others. physically and financially broke. everybody in our store is finding creative ways to put their mark on service. He got so disheartened that he threw himself into the Barcelona River and committed suicide. however we'll never make the emotional connection with the customer unless it begins in our heart. but I wanted to think of a way I could make a difference. one lady said.ACRES OF DAIMONDS There was a farmer in Africa who was happy and content. the person who had bought his farm was watering the camels at a stream that ran through the farm. I round up my team and tell them what Johnny has done to give our customers more than they expected. I see the lady in the floral department cutting off her broken flowers and pinning them on the elderly women in our store.' What do you think. A Inspirational and Motivational Story . "Johnny. Across the stream. I'll cut out the quote in strips and sign my name on the back of each one. and my dad and I will print it out on the computer. I'll just drop a strip right in their bags and say.store and I have Downs’s syndrome. we all have our unique gifts to give.' So the next day. He says. In fact. and it seems like everyone in town is talking about us! And you know what. He was unhappy because he was discontent and discontent because he was unhappy. The wise man said. I think that's a wonderful idea!" A few weeks later. 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. We're having the time of our lives. "If you had a diamond the size of your thumb. The next day when customers come through. He picked up the stone and put it in the living room. he was emotionally. Back home. He was unhappy and he was discontent. Barbara?" Barbara said. and talking to his customers. He looked all through Europe and couldn't find any. 'I used to come here once a week. Our guy in the meat department loves Snoopy. took care of his family and went in search of diamonds. “Barbara. He looked all over Africa and couldn't find any. you could have your own city. If you had a diamond the size of your fist. I went to the back of the line and suggested that customers move to another checkout. That night the farmer couldn't sleep. . but now I come 2-3 times just to see the smile on Johnny's face when he drops in his favorite quote. When he got to Spain. That afternoon. The next morning he made arrangements to sell off his farm. He was content because he was happy. 'I hope you enjoy my quote of the day. One day a wise man came to him and told him about the glory of diamonds and the power that goes along with them. so each day I'm going to pick out one that I like. Barbara? It happened for one reason…Johnny decided to do something!” When it comes to service. I decided that I like sayings. Barbara gets another call…this time from the store manager." And then he went away. so he was putting his favorite Snoopy stickers on the packages. He thought it would look good on the mantle piece.
When our attitude is right. "Because that is a diamond." "It was worth it.. why do you ask?" The wise man said." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- . worth it?" responded the Lieutenant.." The lieutenant's advice didn't matter. We don't have to go anywhere. Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your life away.." said the soldier. "I told you it wouldn't be worth it. 3.. A Story to Share ." They went and picked some samples and sent them for analysis. While we are dyeing the grass on the other side.. Sir" the private answered. hoist him onto his shoulder and bring him back to their company's trench. and then looked kindly at his friend. "No.That afternoon the wise man came and saw the stone sparkling. "JIM. that's just a stone I picked up from the stream. They would be happy to trade places with us. I'll show you." The man said. sir. I KNEW YOU'D COME. the officer checked the wounded soldier. "But it was worth it because when i got to him. "You can go.. 2. and the soldier went anyway. Miraculously he managed to reach his friend. All we need to do is recognize it." he said.* What is the moral of this story? There are five morals: 1. I recognize one when I see one. When people don't know how to recognize opportunity. "Your friend is dead and you are mortally wounded. "Your friend is dead" "YES. As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench. 4. Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire whizzing over his head." said the lieutenant. Opportunity is always under our feet. There are many more. they complain of noise when it knocks. no. there are others who are dyeing the grass on our side. 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. Come. 5. "but i don't think it will be worth it. "What do you mean. he was still alive and i had the satisfaction of hearing him say. Sure enough.. He asked..True Friend Horror gripped the heart of the World War 1 soldier as he saw his lifelong friend fall in battle. "Is Hafiz back?" The new owner said. though. the stones were diamonds. we realize that we are all walking on acres and acres of diamonds. The next one may be better or worse. but it is never the same one. They found that the farm was indeed covered with acres and acres of diamonds. The same opportunity never knocks twice. The grass on the other side always looks greener.
Creditors were closing in on him. he returned to the park with the un cashed check. It comes from ones own commitment and dedication to ones vision! Seeing ourselves having what we want and feeling it with us all the time increases our confidence enormously. and you can pay me back at that time. At the agreed-upon time. "I'm so glad I caught him!" she cried. Whether actually it is there or not doesn't matter. Meet me here exactly one year from today. He's always escaping from the rest home and telling people he's John D. "Take this money." Then he turned and disappeared as quickly as he had come. Suddenly an old man appeared before him.000. After listening to the executive's woes. The astonished executive just stood there. buying and selling. wrote out a check. But just as the executive was about to hand back the check and share his success story. "I can see that something is troubling you. that had turned his life around. All year long he'd been wheeling and dealing. head in hands. Suppliers were demanding payment. From the above story we can make out that Confidence is nothing but vision held positively no matter what. signed by John D. convinced he had half a million dollars behind him. wondering if anything could save his company from bankruptcy.Worth Reading… A business executive was deep in debt and could see no way out. he negotiated better deals and extended terms of payment. But instead. Within a few months. "I believe I can help you. the old man appeared. and pushed it into his hand saying. real or imagined. With renewed optimism. Just knowing it was there might give him the strength to workout a way to save his business. It was his newfound self-confidence that gave him the power to achieve anything he went after. Rockefeller. The business executive saw in his hand a check for $500. he realized that it wasn't the money. he thought. then one of the richest men in the world! "I can erase my money worries in an instant!" he realized. a nurse came running up and grabbed the old man. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates. Suddenly. the executive decided to put the un cashed check in his safe.” And she led the old man away by the arm." he said. Exactly one year later. "I hope he hasn't been bothering you. A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game. the old man said. He closed several big sales. He sat on the park bench. so the number of potatoes that a child ." He asked the man his name. It all lies in what we see it as. stunned. he was out of debt and making money once again. Rockefeller. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes.
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. The teacher asked: "How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for 1 week?" The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go. The teacher then told the children to carry with them the potatoes in the plastic bag wherever they go (even to the toilet) for 1 week.. A young man was getting ready to graduate college. Before he could make arrangements. leaving the holy book.will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates.. the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. "Learn to Forgive and Forget. "With all your money you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house. leather-bound Bible. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom. and willed all of his possessions to his son. some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. Days after days passed by. After 1 week. Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week. and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Angrily. every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family. and thought perhaps he should go to him.. and told him how much he loved him. The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. he raised his voice at his father and said. As Graduation Day approached.. but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely. on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. the children were relieved because the game had finally ended. So when the day came. He had not seen him since that graduation day. but realized his father was very old. those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. Finally. he told him that was all he wanted. When he arrived at his father's house. Forgiving others is the best attitude to take. . Besides. He needed to come home immediately and take care things. Curious. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. and knowing his father could well afford it. Some had 2 potatoes. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away." Touching life story.
6.. At the end of the lesson. 3.PAID IN FULL. 2. The Panama Canal 5." The teacher said... 4. The Empire State Building 6. The quiet girl replied. the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. and maybe we can help. a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Bible. to taste.. just as he had left it years ago. and the words.. the teacher noted that one student. hadn't turned in her paper yet. to feel.) 5.... to laugh. (She hesitated a little. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many. The Taj Mahal in India 3. China's Great Wall While gathering the votes. the students were asked to list what they considered to be the Seven Wonders of the World. Enjoy your gifts! . It had a tag with the dealer's name." The girl hesitated.. "I think the Seven Wonders of the World are: 1. "Well. the following received the most votes: 1. and then added. to hear. 7. On the tag was the date of his graduation. "Yes... How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? The Seven Wonders of the World Junior high school students in Chicago were studying the Seven Wonders of the World..and we don't have to travel anywhere special to experience them. The room was so quiet.. you could have heard a pin drop. tell us what you have. With tears. and to love.He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible.. Though there was some disagreement. a quiet girl. The Grand Canyon in Arizona 4.. to see. then read. St. he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. Egypt's Great Pyramids 2. to touch. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. a little. Peter's Basilica 7. As he read those words. 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 ..
" "Sure." . it could be a scent. she went on. love. life is not measured by the number of breaths we take. "Each of us is put here on earth to learn. Go barefoot. About a week after his death. I would like to share with all of you. I'm coming home. It doesn't have to be something you see. From now on. or on your way home." they replied. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. but which I feel is very important. Another one… A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. find something beautiful to notice. "Please look for these things. for at anytime it can all be taken away. or the way the morning light catches one autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground. Every once in a while. she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students. . The things we often take for granted. these things are the 'stuff' of life. "Class is over. "Mom and Dad. I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester. on your way to school. Remember. I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us. We must make it important to notice them. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end. "So I would like you all to make me a promise. and cherish them." The class was completely quiet. she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down there. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double dip ice cream cone. He called his parents from San Francisco. she paused and said. a thought that is unrelated to class. but by the moments that take our breath away. That afternoon.A Story worth Reading . or walk on the beach at sunset. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me. is not the things we did that we often regret. For as we get older. "we'd love to meet him. share. appreciate and give of ourselves. or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees. and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook. With a gentle look of reflection on her face. I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband died suddenly of a heart attack. although it may sound trite to some. . Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. It can be taken away at any moment. but I've a favor to ask. For. Perhaps this is the Powers way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day. but the things we didn't do. As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over." Her eyes beginning to water.
and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. they were told. their son had only one arm and one leg. but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. beautiful. "Dad. may I ask you a question" Daddy: "Yeah sure. they received a call from the San Francisco police." "No. What do we work for ?? Son: "Daddy. Their son had died after falling from a building. but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know. Please tell me. Why do you ask such a thing?" Son: "I just want to know." "I'm sorry to hear that." said the father. He has nowhere else to go. 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. son. They recognized him. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy. The parents heard nothing more from him. Looking up. Mom and Dad. how much do you make an hour" Daddy: "That's none of your business." At that point. ." "Son. there's someone who won't treat us that way. he said. 500 an hour" "Oh". "you don't know what you're asking. the little boy replied. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. the son hung up the phone. I want him to live with us. We have our own lives to live. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family. 300?" The father was furious. what it is?" Son: "Dad. We find it easy to love those who are goodlooking or fun to have around. with his head down. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. or smart as we are. The parents in this story are like many of us. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. He'll find a way to live on his own."There's something you should know the son continued. Thankfully. then march yourself to your room and go to bed. however. "if the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or other nonsense. may I please borrow Rs. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live. and I want him to come live with us. regardless of how messed up we are. A few days later.
reaching under his pillow he pulled some crippled up notes. but now I do. then looked up at his father. and started to think: "May be there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs. "It takes a minute to have a crush an hour to like someone and a day to love someone but it takes a lifetime to forget someone" Be in touch. the man had calmed down. The man. we pour ourselves more into work than to our family. . We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us.. Have a nice day. the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. "Because I didn't have enough. "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. "Daddy I have Rs.Think why you are being so selfish. "Are you asleep. Here's the Rs. Then. "No daddy. son?" He asked. those close to our hearts. started to get angry again. "Why do you want money if you already had some?" the father grumbled.. said the man. I'm awake." the little boy replied. seeing that the boy already had money.. "I've been thinking." replied the boy. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. may be I was too hard on you earlier". How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so. smiling "oh thank you dad!" He yelled.. If we die tomorrow.300 you asked for" The little boy sat straight up. And come to think of it. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior" The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. 500 now. The little boy slowly counted out his money. 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. I would like to have dinner with you" MORAL OF THE STORY It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life.
and wrote some words. He then took the sign. Be creative. "Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?" The man said. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. "I only wrote the truth. With Rs." What he had written was: "Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it. you must have the ticket of a good conscience. "Life has to be an incessant process of repair and reconstruction. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. put some money in. Soon the hat began to fill up. show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. knowing that you are the reason behind it!! Amazing Story: Monica married Hitesh this day. He held up a sign which said: "I am blind. A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. Keep the faith and drop the fear." There were only a few coins in the hat.. Invite others towards good with wisdom. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy.A small thought…. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective? Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have. Prepare for the future without fear. Live life with no excuse and love with no regrets. I said what you said but in a different way. Face your past without regret. Write down what it's about next to the line. When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry. please help.1000 deposit amount. A man was walking by. Great men say." Do you think the first sign and the second sign were saying the same thing? Of course both signs told people the boy was blind. of discarding evil and developing goodness…. Mother: 'Monica. take this passbook. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words. turned it around. Be innovative. In the journey of life. ." 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. Monica's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook. Handle your present with confidence. if you want to travel without fear. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. Think differently and positively. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked. At the end of the wedding party.
the more money you can put in.7 Feb: Rs. .2000.' Monica thought it was true. They didn't talk much. and so on. first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage .. They regretted that they had married the most nasty people in the world. girl. no more love. When you look back after years..Kind of typical nowadays. do one thing first.15 Apr: Rs. you can know how much happiness you've had. vacation trip to Bali . They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made..The more memorable the event is.200. we can't stand it anymore. Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it.. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage. However.1 Jun: Rs..20 Mar: Rs. But before that. Hitesh got promoted...' Monica shared this with Hitesh when getting home..1 Mar: Rs... salary raise for Monica . I've done the first one for you today.300.100. Monica got pregnant . We agree to divorce. they started fighting and arguing for trivial things.. I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!' Mother: 'Sure. Do the others with Hitesh. This was what they did after certain time: . that's no big deal.. huh? One day Monica talked to her Mother: 'Mom.1000. after years. Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and spend it first.
Her eyes were then filled with tears. asked him to spend the money before getting divorce.5000. Instead see the place from where you slipped. and looked. Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not ask. How much happiness you've brought me. The next day. While she was waiting. putting the passbook back to the safe. she took a look at the passbook record. waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind.So she went to the bank. And a line next to the record: 'This is the day I notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years. Don't see the place where you fell. Life is about correcting mistakes . When she was home. in any way.' They hugged and cried. "When you fall. She found a new deposit of Rs. 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. she handed the passbook to Hitesh. and looked. She looked. Hitesh gave the passbook back to Monica.
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