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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.
he was the apple of his parent’s eyes. he seemed to have a fascination for electric plugs and sockets. The druggist. "Son. I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now.The boy asked. Daddy. so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of North Palm Beach. family or God. each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children. "Oh. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction. The beautiful baby boy was born. but they had no child. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold. He would try to stick his little fingers into the sockets in the walls.. Needless to say. the wife was overjoyed to know that soon she would be a mother. "No thanks. "This is for you. Then one day. "I already have someone to cut my lawn. Daddy. The little boy found more perseverance and offered. He yelled at her. "Lady." "Lady. I'll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk. Florida.." The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn. and he begged for her forgiveness." The little boy replied. OUR BABY HAS GONE A couple had been married for ten years. "Don't you know that when you give someone a present. Father took some cello-tape and covered all the sockets in the house. Nevertheless. the little boy replaced the receiver. He put his arms around his little girl. Daddy. can you give me the job of cutting your lawn?" The woman replied. I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job. The couple shared the joy of the baby growing in her tummy all through the nine months. Every time they needed to use a socket. who was listening to all this. When the boy turned three. he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. It is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged. walked over to the boy and said. but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. In a very real sense. the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said. they would carefully remove the tape and restore it back after the work was . With a smile on his face. it is not empty. I was just checking on the job I already have!" Kiss in a Box! The story goes that some time ago. I like your attitude." The father was crushed. "Lady. All for you. I blew kisses into the box." Again the woman answered in the negative. friends. there's supposed to be something inside it?" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said.
Mother heard the baby scream as the powerful current shot through his little body. He wandered alone in the forest. Several months passed.” Their child was not going to come back. Playfully he pressed the switch with his other hand. The woodcutter was very happy. All the virtues and vices of your partner come packaged in one capsule. A minute or two later the baby got up and incidentally. The wood cutter being a simpleton asked. We have to accept God’s will. The wood cutter was confused! Earlier he was supplying coal whereas now it was wood and that too. its okay. they still had each other to live for. He said. there was heavy rainfall and the wood became wet.” The wood cutter would cut trees and burn them to make coal. Unable to control herself she called her husband and cried bitterly. it was already too late. the king disclosed his real identity and asked him. He had no choice but to carry the wet logs of wood to the market to sell it. In the morning. By the time she reached him. He picked up a small pair of scissors and stuck its prongs into the socket. But perhaps the joy was meant to be short lived. he held her in his arms for she had also lost her only child. 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. When she went in for a bath. our baby as gone” The man drove home like the wind. He’s gone. he knocked at the door of a tiny cottage in the jungle. It was opened by a poor woodcutter who gave the 'stranger' a warm welcome. Do you think he rebuked his wife for her negligence? No. As dusk fell. The ground was full of slush. When he showed the wood to the buyer. “It’s all over. He offered him his own bed to sleep along with some simple but tasty food.done. the buyer offered a sum that was a hundred times more than he was paying earlier. smile because it happened. It took only a few seconds. the child was asleep in his baby cot. “This is yours from today. “Honey. the mother used the vacuum cleaner at one of the sockets. he’s left us. Do what you like with it. When the monsoon season started. found his way to the uncovered socket in the wall. what he could give in return for his hospitality. “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. Love is unconditional. so it was impossible to burn the wood to make coal. Don’t cry because it’s over. That’s what destiny had in store for us. He gave us the beautiful experience of being mother and father. It’s a package deal. One day. But. After that she forgot to cover the socket with tape. while taking leave of the wood cutter. because they were too heavy for him to carry to the market place. wet wood! Where was the catch? .
“Mom. for a holiday. Shashi was told by a friend. Many years later. “Children. that was something. They were an orthodox Hindu family. by the time we realise that we are wasting our lives. But. madly in love with her. the girl. Let us understand the value of the human body given to us by the Almighty. little realizing the value of this precious wood. Well! They got married and lived in the United States. “Good. both the boys went abroad. “He had said to his fiancé. We actually burn our bodies at both ends. During one of our sightseeing tours. She said that your son. Are you having fun?” “Yes.” The parents were pleased but apprehensive. The older one. now all of you . had laid a condition before he had married her. one day told his parents. “Shashi. They may have to extend a palm in front of their children for their daily needs and expenses. including ours.The buyer told him that the wood that he had brought was no ordinary wood. 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 gone to Singapore for a vacation. last year. although. it is perhaps too late. I LOVE MY PARENTS Shashi and her husband were the proud parents of two young boys. The sooner we realize. we had an elderly tourist guide. “I have a condition. they did not expect. In the normal course of growing up and pursuing their higher education. He had cut and burnt hundreds of Sandalwood trees to make coal. called Kim. I have something to share with you. But. the better chance we shall have to put to good use our bodies as well as our lives. Many of the senior members of our society may not be financially independent. I met your daughter-in-law recently. by now he could have been a very.” “Oh! What was it?” asked Shashi in surprise. Had he known. the son was very sure that he wanted to marry. make it a point to give them something out of what you earn. I met a girl while I was in the United States and wish to marry her. She was an absolute tomboy full of vim and vigour. “Mom and Dad.” Chorused the fifteen odd children in the coach. it was real Sandalwood! The wood cutter realised what a fool he had been. “Who is she? What does she do?” asked Shashi anxiously. Most of us indulge in burning our energies in doing futile things that eventually have no value nor meaning. She told me a strange thing. I have a strong relationship with them and the very fact that I love you does not mean that I do not love them!” What a revelation! Shashi and her husband were both lawyers. But. your parents have brought you to Singapore. those words that her son had said touched her heart. she is a white girl!” Now. They were earning well enough to have a very comfortable life. They lived in Mumbai. They shall bless you for it! Incidentally. Young men and women! Whether or not your parents are in need of financial help. She said to all the children in the coach. The son chose his words carefully. at a party. very rich man.
FAMILY means. his experience far outweighs ours. It is only when you are able to identify your faults and acknowledge them that you can do something to improve yourself. “Age should think and Youth should do. so how can I be? He sees through the mistakes I make. Rawatji managed everything passionately as if it were his own. I believe you lost father when you were young. to the best of their ability. Father passed away when I was only eighteen. everyone better know it!” Ahmed said. the client sat with Ahmed in an easy mood. And for commonsense. He is my mentor.” Ahmed paused for a moment and then said. “Ahmed. but it is good old commonsense. to the best of our ability. In turn. Suddenly he said in a stern.” The client raised his eye brows and said. use it to introspect and improve yourself. Rawatji listened quietly in a corner. experience and values that are at the root of all good decisions. Besides. They were tabulating the terms of the new agreement for the purchase of steel for the new plant.promise me. Who was that old man and why did you allow him to speak to you like that? As the head of the organization. you are miscalculating the overheads. you can see your picture as the other guy sees it. He is my worst critic and yet my best friend. you shall bring them for a holiday to Singapore!” What a beautiful thought! Our parents give us their best. experience and values. Take criticism in a positive light. You know. authoritative voice. he attends office everyday. it is our duty to give them our best. in business. he even stopped taking his salary. that when you are all grown up and your parents are old. The meeting being over. All they do is massage your ego! .” The learned Fakir Kabir said. He groomed me the way my father would have. Yes. Steer clear of flatterers. I mean. This amount is ridiculous. One day a client was sitting in a meeting with Ahmed. Go over it again. When I am the boss. “He is my father!” Ahmed looked into the detail of the calculation and realized that his junior staff had indeed made a mistake. At this age. howsoever well qualified you may be. “Ahmed. sabun bina. He has an uncanny sixth sense. Pobody’s Nerfect. Ahmed was the head of a reputed business organization. I wouldn’t allow anyone to use that tone with me. He said. 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. Fifteen years ago. keep a critic tucked away in the courtyard of your house. Father And Mother I Love You! POSITIVE CRITICISM Rawatji was the eighty years old clerk in the office of Ahmed. angan kuti chhawye! Bin pani. Nindak neare rakhiye. Nobody’s Perfect. “My father had started this business house with Rawatji as his clerk. “Who is that old man? Tell him to mind his own business. who else can I turn to but Rawatji? Even Baba says. Nirmal kare subhaye!! This means.
” This reminds me of what my mother once told me. he shall surely value you. “This man would happily pay you two lacs of rupees. To keep her busy. “I am very poor. went to a priest and said. I am totally disillusioned because I have nothing.” said the man. leaving the father surprised. My late grand-mother never asked. The priest introduced him to a blind man and said. Seek out work.. There is no dearth of jobs. “That shall disfigure my handsome face.” The priest thought for a moment and said. He was sure she would take the whole day to get it done. She said that whenever a baby was born in the family (it was an extended family). 'Yes'. come again tomorrow. Please help me to become rich. This deal shall not even hamper your good looks. Whenever we come across a challenge or a puzzling situation. Make use of your limbs. “Is the child normal? Are all the limbs complete? Is the mother alright?” . All she asked was. I made the face perfect to get the map right.. in search of good workers. “I don't want to go through the pain. he tore one page on which was printed the map of the world. old. You only have to say. look at the other side. if you would donate one of your eyes to him. When he asked how she could do it so quickly. THE POOR MAN A man. she said. Get up and get to work. sick and suffering.” The poor man shook his head and said. The world is waiting for you.THE OTHER SIDE A Father was reading a magazine and his little daughter every now and then distracted him." She ran outside to play. give me a day to think what I can do to help you to become rich. "Oh. There is always the other side to whatever you experience in this world. God has given you a perfect body. the priest had another guest sitting by his side. You will be surprised to see an easy way to tackle the problem. I shall think of something else. He tore it into pieces and asked her to go to her room and put them together to make the map again..” Then the priest said. You do not know its value. “No. who was full of self-pity. Good establishments are in fact. You can earn this money today. If you work and prove your worth to your employer. Come back tomorrow. whether it was a boy or a girl.” The following day. there is a man's face on the other side of the paper. You are richer than many thousands of people who are disabled. But the little one came back within minutes with a perfect map..” The next day this poor man went to the priest's house again. “My dear. This is your greatest wealth.” The priest shrugged his shoulders and said. Dad. He said “This man is suffering from kidney failure. you can sell one of your kidneys to him for a fair sum of rupees three lacs.. or I do not wish to live. If you want. I want to die. “If you are so concerned about your good looks. “Alright. I do not wish to give him my eye..
When the house was ready. It was made of crystal and had candle bulbs in it.' So too. empathy. the lady switched on the night light. The sex of the child was very secondary. As they were about to settle down into their cosy bed for the night. lest we have to regret in retrospect for missing out on them. All their lives they had spent on their children's upbringing. Your family and friends are like the night light that provides light when all other lights are off! . we should value it and put it to good use. but they are the most important things in our lives. sacrifice etc. Contentment they say. love. But it was expensive. They then proceeded with the porch lights and the garden lights. In fact the most important things in our lives are not actually 'things'. They are insignificant and inexpensive. Let's not overlook them and start valuing them. They indulged themselves with a lovely set of bed side lamps for their bedroom. They are family. kindness. It was delicate and beautiful. Well. it is with the small things in life that make the path of our life comfortable and pleasant. They selected some simple fittings for the kitchen and the bathrooms. Soon they slept. 'the most important light. yet most significant and valuable. 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. it is valuing and appreciating the things you already have. this was a great attitude. as the salesman led him to a corner where there was a delightful array of night lights. the salesman said.In a society obsessed with male progeny. As the old man was about to sign the cheque for the total amount. you have not taken a look at our range of 'the most important light' for your house. 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. One bright sunny day they set out to buy light fittings for their dream house. THE NIGHT LIGHT An old couple was building a small house for themselves. At midnight the old man woke to answer nature's call. He silently sent a blessing to the salesman who had reminded him to buy what he had tagged. They cost precious little. So. Finally every thing was finalized and the order was placed. “Sir. all of us who are lucky to be blessed with normal healthy bodies are indeed wealthy. Now they had discharged all their liabilities. laughter. they moved in. they selected a simple and inexpensive one and made their way home. A normal healthy child is all she asked for.” The old man raised his eyebrows. is not achieving all that you dreamt of. After much contemplation they decided to buy it. so they decided to build a small cottage for themselves.
To express his gratitude. A little sparrow was sitting on the edge of one of the buckets. During the night the king became sick. The sage's people brought a Vaidya (Ayurvedic doctor) to attend to the King. The Vaidya went on. We use gadgets to execute all the menial jobs around us. eating simple food and working hard are the three legs of the tripod of good health. They then went to collect fire wood. Accordingly. 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. he saw from close quarters. The air was cool and clean. not live to eat. He along with a number of ministers and courtiers was on a pilgrimage. They found the hermitage of a sage. Some young sadhus lived there. “Hush! Hush!” he cried out. Some days passed like this. the Vaidya was put up in the Ashram. All of us here wake up at the break of day. I am fed up of sitting idle all the time. They ate mostly wild fruits and berries. 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. This place has fresh air and sunlight. pastries and cheese puffs. One day the Vaidya got fed up of his idleness and said. the king's party looked around for a place to spend the night. We eat frugally because we eat to live. Months passed. Where is there room for any illness to creep in?” What a profound statement! Living close to nature. In today's world we want to satisfy our taste buds with pizzas and burgers. The king recovered in a couple of days. he asked the sage to keep the Vaidya there on a permanent basis. pakoras and rasmalais. They brought water from the nearby stream to cook. En route they stopped at many temples. “Tell me. One evening as dusk fell. They lived simply. the hard life style of the residents of the ashram. . They filled a bucket each and set them near the hermitage. two of the Sadhus went to the stream to fetch water. The king offered his prayers at each of the temples. “Let me tell you the mantra of our good health. They had left behind their families to meditate and free themselves from worldly attachments. her beak was in the water. After collecting some dried wood. The tiny bird flew away. “Oh sage! I really don't think that I am needed here. but when it comes to eating. They stopped over for the night. Please ask the King to relieve me of my services.” The sage smiled. wash and clean the hermitage. The Vaidya had to sit idle all the time because no body seemed to fall sick there. Our rooms are cooled by the breeze of trees we have planted all around. During his stay at the ashram. Most importantly. We work hard from dawn to dusk. so they thought that they would heat some water for bathing. He said that he would provide for a monthly sum to be paid as salary to the Vaidya. They bathed in the stream. they got back. One of the Sadhus ran forward to scare it away. they spent most of their time in meditation. One day.GOOD HEALTH There was a king called Sheelbhadra. It was a very cold day. They slept on jute mats on the floor.
Gopa sprang up to the stage and caught the Preacher by the neck and said. The sadhu landed with a thud and his foot hit the same bucket over which they had been fighting. had the water become impure due to the sparrow's touch? It was drawn from the stream. if you are sure that my words of abuse could penetrate through closed doors and windows. "Panditji. being more able bodied.” “Of course not. the water was going to be used for just bathing. "She sleeps with her doors and windows tightly shut. the first Sadhu reached out to pick up the bucket that had not been touched by the sparrow. that the quantity of water was reduced? Secondly. "Well. "Kill me if you must. the Preacher raised his voice and said. on this side. but let me ask you something first. Does your mother sleep with her doors and windows closed?" Gopa looked at him angrily and said." shouted Gopa. got up and said rudely. Leave my bucket alone. what proof do you have that this so called God of yours.When they reached the buckets. The fellow continued to interrupt and disturb the session. then how is it that my words of prayer would not reach the Lord who is omnipresent?" ." he shrieked. isn't it?" "Yes. The other sage said. called Gopa. "Of course she does! But how does that concern you? The Preacher repeated. Neither the quantity nor the purity of the bathing water had been affected GOD HEARD YOU A Preacher was delivering a discourse to a large gathering on the importance of reciting prayers in the praise of the Lord. it is mine. All the water spilled out! Let us look at this objectively Firstly. "Then do you think she would have heard my abuses?" "Of course she would have and I'm going to kill you for that. to reach your mother. "Keep my mother out of this.” “Why should I leave it. That one is yours. till they caught hold of each other's neck. she does. listens to our prayers? These are all a means of earning for you Brahmins. Who knows what reaches God? You are just wasting our time. "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. All wild birds and animals would be drinking from it all the time! Thirdly.” “I put mine. “Wait a minute that was my bucket." The Preacher asked the youngster to sit down and meet him later after the session was over. was able to physically lift the other one and throw him further." Then Panditji said. that one is mine.” The argument went on." That was the last straw. They had a scuffle and one of the sadhus. how much water could the sparrow possibly have drunk. A young man. Why don't you just wind up your talk now? Enough is enough. Hold your tongue or I'll kill you. When he did it for the fifth time.
But then recently. got into the river. This time. if you are a good speaker. He was at a loss for words. It continues: The hare was disappointed at losing the race and he did some soul-searching. He thought for a while. So they decided to do the last race again. but He hears you no matter what! HARE AND TORTOISE (OLD STORY RETOLD) The moral of the old story of the hare and the tortoise is that slow and steady wins the race. The tortoise did some thinking this time. There. careless and lax. The moral of the story? First identify your core competency and then change the playing field to suit your core competency. He realized that he'd lost the race only because he had been overconfident. I used those words. They started off. one slow. He released the Preacher from his hold. The story still hasn't ended. but will also create opportunities for growth and advancement. make a report and send it upstairs. methodical and reliable. But that was the only way I could have made you understand. but on a slightly different route. "My friend. I'm sorry. someone told me a more interesting version of this story. So he challenged the tortoise to another race. make sure you create opportunities to give presentations that enable the senior management to notice you. and the other fast and still reliable at what he does. The hare agreed. They started off. If you have two people in your organization. On . The tortoise agreed. by this time. The moral of the story is fast and consistent will always beat the slow and steady. That is the version of the story that we've all grown up with. continued walking and finished the race. He won. had become pretty good friends and they did some thinking together. He even reads your thoughts!" Many a times when you stand in front of the deity in a temple. but to run as a team this time. The hare and the tortoise. you utter no words. methodical chap. In an organization. but it's better to be fast and reliable. If your strength is analysis. The Preacher got up and put his hands on Gopa's shoulders.Gopa's jaw dropped. swam to the opposite bank. But the story doesn't end here. The finishing line was a couple of kilometers on the other side of the river. and then challenged the hare to another race. It's good to be slow and steady. Both realized that the last race could have been run much better. In keeping with his self-made commitment to be consistently fast. you pray within your heart. and this time the hare carried the tortoise till the riverbank. the hare took off and ran at top speed until he came to a broad river. and realized that there's no way he can beat the hare in a race the way it was currently formatted. make sure you do some sort of research. Be sure that God listens to every word that you utter in His praise. the tortoise took over and swam across with the hare on his back. In the meantime the tortoise trundled along. the hare went all out and ran without stopping from start to finish. Not only that. Working to your strengths will not only get you noticed. The hare sat there wondering what to do. 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.
I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work. letting the person with the relevant core competency for a situation take leadership”. And sometimes it is appropriate to do both.. even though she is legally blind. who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock. we perform far better.. with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied. when faced with failure. . Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged. When we stop competing against a rival and instead start competing against the situation. Note that neither the hare nor the tortoise gave up after failures. So. The tortoise changed his strategy because he was already working as hard as he could. ATTITUDE The 92-year-old. my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories." she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. Each day is a gift." "That doesn't have anything to do with it. you'll always perform below par because there will always be situations at which you'll do poorly and someone else does well.the opposite bank. you haven't seen the room just wait. Teamwork is mainly about situational leadership. "Mrs. the hare again carried the tortoise and they reached the finishing line together. “I love it. “I already decided to love it . "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time." she replied. I am still depositing. including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. The moral of the story. The hare decided to work harder and put in more effort after his failure. but unless you're able to work in a team and harness each other's core competencies. she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. I have a choice.” Old age is like a bank account. Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. you withdraw from what you've put in. and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away . making the move necessary. well-poised and proud lady. Sometimes it is appropriate to change strategy and try something different. In life. sometimes it is appropriate to work harder and put in more effort. moved to a nursing home today.It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator. petite. The hare and the tortoise also learnt another vital lesson. They both felt a greater sense of satisfaction than they'd felt earlier.just for this time in my life. I provided a visual description of her tiny room. “It's good to be individually brilliant and to have strong core competencies. or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. it's how I arrange my mind. Jones. There are more lessons to be learnt from this story.
Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name. As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar. This old town's mill not going to hold you back. 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. knowledge and all the others. Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production. "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat. including love. "Sadness. Love realized how much she owed the elder. Love saw Sadness passing. When the island was almost totally under. When the jar was filled. "Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill. please let me go with you. sadness. Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity and answered. Happiness. son. Knowledge answered. as we drove to the bank. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave. When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Love was the only one that stayed." PICKLE JAR The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled. but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere.LOVE Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived. Love asked. Can I come with you on your boat?" Richness answered. Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank. I'm sorry but I just need to be alone now." But Happiness was so over overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him. Love began to cry." . Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love said. One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. Vanity said. love decided it was time to leave." It was an elder." Next. "I'm sorry. please take me with you. "Happiness. the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck." Then. Love then found Knowledge and asked thename of the saviour "It was Time". Love saw Happiness and cried out. Each and every time. "Richness. She began looking for someone to ask for help. I will take you with me. Then she heard a voice say. When he got ready for bed. Love asked. They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. "But why did Time help me when no one else would?"." Sadness answered. Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar. Love cried out. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. You're going to do better than me. help me please." Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel. Dad would look at me hopefully. "Vanity. "Come Love. "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is." "I can't help you". Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box. "Love.
Apparently. people who rely on internal pictures cannot see a negative at all. My dad later told me why she fell and I did not. After dinner Susan noticed something and beckoned me to join her. I scampered down the tree to safety. Dad always got vanilla. My older cousin. as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier. "When we get home. and literally hanging around upside down from the rafters of our lake house. he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm. When I married." We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream cone. her nine-year-old brain had to first imagine falling. I heard Tammy screaming at the top of her lungs. dimes and quarters. I dropped the coins into the jar. Hold on tightly. taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. "Look. "Tammy. I could hear the leaves start to rattle and the tree begin to sway. was also in the same tree. About that time a huge gust of wind came over the tree. She had fallen out of the tree." So I did. So. I just thought it was fun to be up so high. Whereas. stood the old pickle jar. the bottom already covered with coins." The years passed.Also. "The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born. She was hanging on the first big limb. it came to no surprise for my dad to find me at the top of a 30-foot tree swinging back and forth. we grinned at each other. Mom and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa. "You'll get to college on pennies. more than anything else. happy jingle. then try to tell the brain not to do what it just imagined. and pulled out a fistful of coins. her eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser. he would grin proudly." she said softly. With a gamut of emotions choking me. My dad then explained to me that the mind has a very difficult time processing a negative image. I was always climbing trees." He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. I'll see to that. To my amazement. as if it had never been removed. In order for Tammy to process the command of not falling. He'll never work at the mill all his life like me. "These are for my son's college fund. POWER OF POSITIVE WORDS As a kid. I always got chocolate. and I finished college and took a job in another town. When the clerk at the ice cream parlor handed Dad his change. Tammy's mother also noticed us at the exact time my dad did. don't fall!" And Tammy did fall. we'll start filling the jar again. we spent the holiday with my parents. As they rattled around with a brief. nickels. I told my wife Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life as a boy. I walked over to the pickle jar." he said. it defined. each and every time. "Bart. Tammy. I remember my dad's voice over the wind yell. The next thing I know. In fact. how much my dad had loved me. when Tammy's mother felt the gust of wind. In my mind. about ten feet below me. After dinner. poles. laying flat on the ground. dug down into my pocket. "But you'll get there. my . My little eight-year-old brain didn't realize the tree could break or I could get hurt. she yelled out.
" Likely result: Watches more television. You might find yourself turning that TV off and picking up one of those books more often!" Exercise: Take a moment to write down all the phrases you use on a daily basis or any Toxic self-talk that you have noticed yourself using. But: Negates any words that are stated before it.) 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. It leaves options for your listener Would Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen. Can't/Don't: These words force the listener to focus on exactly the opposite of what you want. Here is a list of Toxic Vocabulary words. This is a classic mistake that parents and coaches make without knowing the damage of this linguistic error. If: Presupposes that you may not. Notice when you or other people use them. Write these phrases down so you will begin to catch yourself as they occur and change them.eight-year-old brain instantly had an internal image of me hanging on tightly. Usage of negative words has a toxic effect. Should Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen (and implies guilt. Try: Presupposes failure. Better language: "I read too much television makes people stupid. 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. Might: It does nothing definite. Please spread the positivity! .
and I began to cool. . and gently said. My master took me and rolled me. He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf. There was a couple who took a trip to England to shop in a beautiful antique store to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. I cried. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel. I have not always been a teacup. When I thought I couldn't bear it another minute. "Don't do that. you would have crumbled. Spotting an exceptional cup. 'Not yet. 'I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded and patted. and especially teacups. There was a time when I was just a lump of red clay. It's beautiful. Stop it. you'd have dried up. pounded and patted me over and over and I yelled out. I was ready to give up. I'm beautiful!!!' Quietly he spoke: 'I want you to remember. but had I just left you alone. This was twice as hot and I just knew I would suffocate. I pleaded. quietly. you never would have hardened. then. wondering "What's he going to do to me next?" An hour later he handed me a mirror and said 'Look at yourself. "Stop it! I'm getting so dizzy! I'm going to be sick!" I screamed. they asked "May we see that? We've never seen a cup quite so beautiful. I screamed. I never felt such heat. "You don't understand. I begged. that couldn't be me. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over. "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.THE TEA CUP Love this story or not. where I cooled and waited and waited. but if I had stopped. He only shook his head and said. suddenly the teacup spoke. after I cooled he picked me up and he brushed and painted me all over. but if I hadn't put you there. I cried. But. Just then the door opened and he took me out and again placed me on the shelf. ‘Oh. 'Not yet'. Stop'. please. Oh." As the lady handed it to them.' he said. I said. The fumes were horrible. but if I hadn't done that.' He spun me and poked and prodded and bent me out of shape to suit himself and then he put me in the oven. 'Not yet!' Then suddenly he put me back in to the oven." but he only smiled. But the master only nodded and said. I yelled and knocked and pounded at the door.' And I did. you would have cracked." "I don't like it!" "Let me alone. this is much better. They both liked antiques and pottery. that felt so good! "Ah. You would not have had any color in your life. ‘That's not me. you will not be able to have tea in a tea cup again without thinking of this." I thought. I thought I would gag. the door opened. Only it was not like the first one. "Not yet!" Then WHAM! I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. I was convinced I would never make it. I know it hurt and it was hot and disagreeable in the oven.
and you are being pounded and patted and pushed almost beyond endurance. pleasing and perfect will. “I went to the Church. when your world seems to be spinning out of control. They asked him.” he said demurely. stationery. Brew a cup of your favorite tea in your prettiest tea cup. I have no control over my anger. Alex was in the habit of giving her an account with inflated figures. Some of them guffawed. After the service was over. He decided to try out the advice of the preacher. GIVE UP ONE VICE The younger generation of today has by and large. A large number of youngsters are into drinking. when life seems to "stink". Mom never suspected anything. 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. In the evening. “Alex. “I have many vices. He is the potter.' The moral of this story is this: God knows what He's doing for each of us. he went to the confession box and said softly. “The what?” they chorused. she was asking for the week's account. He happened to be very disturbed that day. Others sniggered and looked amused. What . She usually asked for an account of his weekly expenses over petrol. But from today. I shall stop telling lies. get angry. food. a deficiency of values.If I hadn't put you back in that second oven. “The Church. he was out with his friends. try this. smoking. You'll be glad you did. tell lies to parents. and we are His clay. a church. Please help me God!” Alex made a beginning. have a little talk with the 'Potter'. not to lie. Later in the day. etc. go to nightclubs. But if you can bring yourself to give up just one of your vices. “Children. sit down and reflect on this story and then. you can make a start towards a good life. drugs etc. when you feel like you are in a fiery furnace of trials. I am addicted to alcohol and cigarettes and doubt if I can give them up. “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. Now you are a finished product. Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you. The preacher delivered a sermon on how the vices bring about our downfall. Every week he would hike up the account a little so that he could buy himself some alcohol and a couple of cigarettes. all your vices shall automatically leave you. One by one. where were you this morning? All of us went to the Café. you wouldn't have survived for long because the hardness would not have held. a gurudwara or a mosque is sacrilegious! One such young boy called Alex went to the church. have pre-marital sex. The prevalent life style encourages youngsters to throw tantrums. cheat and even kill for the thrill! Going to a temple. 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. one Sunday.” he said firmly. his mother asked him how much he had spent that week. Alex looked the other way and managed to swallow his pride.” Alex opened his mouth. He said. it is very difficult to correct yourself. So when life seems hard. I promise to give up one of them. Now.
he noticed the bald patch on the head of the man sitting in front of him. but he would insist that they would have to spend more time with him than just a couple of minutes. So the following week. “Alex. The hermit saw it all. “Tatia. The wind was . He said.should he do? How should he give her the wrong figures? He was under oath not to lie. It was a little windy. there was no extra money with him. Tatia was a mischievous teenager who had endeared himself to the hermit by his naughty yet loving ways. he gave her the correct amount. you've been very thrifty this week. During one meditation session. He would tell them that the mind needs to learn to concentrate. The hermit would ask him to sit still and repeat the Gayatri Mantra after him. the hermit asked Tatia to come alone the next day. 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. That's right. “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. For the first time. but the boy would keep on fidgeting. He was sure the hermit would punish him for his antics yesterday. He tried again with the other matchstick.” said the boy somewhat meekly.e. the rest of them followed suit. that is the first step towards God realization. That's wonderful son!” She gave him the amount he had spent and a hug too! That unnerved him! Now. The villagers would ask him to teach them meditation. He had a small hut made from mud with a thatched roof. The next day. but the wind blew it out before he could so much as touch the matchstick to the wick. He told them that it was one of the simplest ways to meditate. oil and a matchbox. he was not getting cranky and had no cause for throwing tantrums. but his mind would travel at a thousand miles per hour. The villagers would some times visit him and he would tell them about the purpose and value of human birth. He would want to giggle or scratch his nose just when he had been told to sit still. Now pour in the oil. As a result. meditation on light. if they wished to learn meditation. One day. There was a lamp lying next to him along with some cotton. do you really want to learn meditation?” “Yes. Tatia tried too. The boy would dance around the hermit and sing village songs for him. I just had to show the way out to the first one.” Tatia followed instructions. a much happier Alex stood outside the confession box again. for making me a different person. “I have come to thank you. Some of the villagers learnt how to do it too. the hermit was waiting under the Banyan tree for Tatia.” Tatia struck the match. Good. Now put it into this little brass lamp and spread out its cotton base well. he had no money to buy himself a single alcoholic drink. The hermit said. “Now light the lamp with a matchstick. Two months later. “Alright make a wick out of this cotton wool. the hermit told the villagers about Jyoti meditation i. I didn't know that all it took was giving up just one vice. No money for cigarettes too! He found that he was sleeping better. She raised her eyebrows. Twist it well between your fingers and make it tight.” MEDITATION There was a hermit who lived in the forest a little away from a village.” he would say. The rest of them just walked out of the doorway. Tatia was busy looking at the ant that was climbing on to the sleeve of his father. When the group was about to disperse.
if we go out again the wind shall blow it out." The boy said. Strangely the wind became stronger.” The boy put his hand into the water and tried to take the stone out. "Yeah.” The boy said. Again and again Tatia lit the match. Similarly a person may learn something about God. it shall be erased by the tensions. “I'll try and shelter the match as you light it. if we take this flame to the woods and the wind catches the flame. rolled a strip of cloth over one end and dipped it in oil. The hermit smiled and said. A young boy happened to cross by. But he only succeeded in making more ripples. “Let's go into the hut. the lamp went out. "Good pastime. idiosyncrasies. but each time it went out before he could light the lamp. this stone throwing. the man would toss a pebble into the lake. "Only till I toss a pebble into it now do you see the ripples?" "Yeah. “Now Tatia. "Look at the water. He proceeded to set fire to that end of the log by holding it over the little brass lamp. He was able to take the stone out. it is absolutely still. "Sure. He was throwing small pebbles into it from time to time. The hermit smiled knowingly and said. whims and fancies. it shall be strong enough to set the whole jungle ablaze!” THE RIPPLES A man was sitting by a lake. Go ahead and look for it. it becomes quiet. it is. The hermit said." The man continued. to withdraw from worldly thoughts before it can experience the light of God." offered the man. it's impossible to light the lamp in the wind. The boy went up to the man and said. There were only a couple of match sticks left in the box. he managed to bring the match to the wick." said the boy. “The flame is too gentle and weak. almost as if it was determined to defy. Perhaps we can do it together.faster than him again." "And soon. “Likewise. He was intrigued to see that after every few minutes or so." The man tossed a pebble into the water and continued. the water is still again.” The hermit cupped his palms on either side of the match stick and the boy was able to light the wick. He tried a third time. When the fire was burning strongly the hermit said. Tatia said. "they spread further and further. but the number of ripples that were made in the process were a lot more than before. Some time later.” So they went inside the hut. the man said softly. desires etc of the world. The mind has to go to a quiet place. It has to be sheltered from the cobweb of thoughts and desires. but if he exposes his knowledge to the world before it is strong enough. jealousies. “Can we go out now?” The hermit shook his head and said. after a while. eh?" "Hmmm. but it went out again. But as soon as the hermit moved his hands away. “What if we want to stop the ripples? The root cause of the ripples is the stone. Lets take the stone out. the mind too has to be taken away from the hustle and bustle and the noises of life. He seemed to be deep in thought and obviously did not wish to be disturbed. . The boy said. Tatia looked confused and nervous. “Does that mean that I can never take this lamp outside?” The hermit picked up a log.” said the man. Tatia was able to light the lamp with the first matchstick he had struck.
He stayed at the hospital for a month. how are you so good? How do you manage to love so many people?” The old man smiled. “Grandpa. he suffered another stroke. Slowly and surely he regained his health. tensions. regular walks etc. Even trying to forcibly remove the thought may further increase the turmoil in the mind. His attitude was always positive. A friend gave me a book.” Before you allow a thought or a piece of information to enter your mind. but prevention is always better than cure. I had a close brush with death when I was thirty four. He looked at his beautiful wife and two little daughters. smoking etc. If therefore there be. Understandably. “My dearest baby. THE LAST DAY OF MY LIFE At the age of thirty. put it through the triple filter test of authenticity. At the age of seventy four. “It is not possible to stop the movement of the water once a pebble has been thrown into it. As time went by. Most important of all he developed an attitude of love towards all. He fostered love on who ever came his way. No drinking. all played havoc with his health. She asked. friends. The doctors had told him in no uncertain terms that if he did not behave himself he could start counting his days. Any kindness . life style changes. no nonvegetarian food. he started feeling better and better. helpful and loving. While he was convalescing. about the purpose of life. This is what it said. if he were to die? He followed the directions of the doctors. one by one the restrictions started slipping. Trivedi suffered a heart attack. Four years later. he sat with his grand daughter one evening. it is with our minds. no smoking. He came home. long hours at work. medicines. diet restrictions etc. That started a series of thoughts. Rich food. a completely changed man. He was sent home with a long list of do's and don'ts. no tensions. Slowly. It was then that I learnt how life should be lived. relatives and neighbours started seeking his help and advice on various issues for he seemed to be wiser than his contemporaries. What would happen to them. it will take its own time to die down. the ripples can be avoided altogether! So too. I expect to pass Through life but once. revealing the crow's feet at the corners of his twinkling eyes. Too many conflicting thoughts just cause more and more disturbances.The wise man said. Once the disturbance has been caused it takes time to ebb out. If a disturbance has entered into the mind. Trivedi followed everything religiously. But if we can stop ourselves from throwing the pebble in the first place. If a thought enters into it. It had a poem in it. Time surely is a great healer. a friend gave him a book to read. it creates ripples. For a couple of months. goodness and value. 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.
He recited the poem boisterously without faltering. So I try to do only that.” The management hesitated initially. I live each moment as if it were my last. for the empty packs would not get detected by a normal x-ray machine. But eventually they heard him out and agreed to try out his proposal. one or two wrappers did get through. Let me do it now. there was a task before the management of the soap factory. “My precious child.” THE SOAP BOXES A lady bought some bathing soaps from a shop. Each morning when I wake up. it so happened that inevitably.I can show. she found that it was empty. Or any good things I can do to any fellow being. The man prepared a detailed report and proposed the setting up of a computer based system that would weigh and scan each bar. There was no soap in there. the technical head was given the job of devising a method to overcome the problem. I thank God. The process of handling each one separately for this purpose seemed to be very cumbersome. After a detailed investigation. He proposed an expenditure of a large amount to put this system into place. When she opened one of the packets. “Excuse me Sir. 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. So. An uneducated worker said. but I have a solution that shall cost a fraction of what you are planning to go in for. it was just an empty wrapper! She lodged a complaint against the manufacturer and got her claim. for being alive. the worker brought a strong industrial fan. for my impertinence. I live each day as if it were my last. He put it at an . what I would do on the last day of my life. That being settled. He had obviously learnt and lived it over and over. The management heard him out and passed the order to release the funds and to buy the machinery that he had proposed. having no bar of soap in them! There was no way to make out the difference between a full wrapper and an empty one. The next day. Then he said. it was discovered. that during the process of wrapping. For I shall not pass This way again. For I shall not pass This way again.
The sage said. The King walked up to the sage. He spoke louder. you can come tomorrow. These birds would have killed you. The sage said calmly. He had captured the crown prince of the neighbouring kingdom and killed the King. One day another King shall kill you in the same way. “Maharaj wants to meet the sage. . no answer. his eyes and his arms and all over. The King was crossing through a jungle. I shall behead you just now!” He drew out his sword and raised it to strike the sage. Hundreds of birds of different kinds were eating and the sound of their twittering filled the air. I said Pranam!” he said in an angry voice. He sent his Minister and some soldiers to seek an audience. Guruji!” Still. “Leave him! Leave him! Come to me my dears!” All at once.angle near the conveyor belt on which the packed soap bars were coming through and switched it on. A simple solution.” That made the king even more furious. “All I ever gave these birds is love. But the birds wouldn't leave him. “Guruji. He wanted to rest. Nearby was a hermitage. You are the one who knows not that this power is temporary. “Your impertinence is intolerable. you are scaring the birds. The love of power has blinded you and brought you to the level of a killer. “Stop shouting. The king moved his arms up and around to ward off the birds. I rule over them like a king too. accompanied by his ministers and attendants. He said. The few empty wrappers that came through got blown off by the fan! The rest of them went past easily. You are the one who kills for the love of power. The king said. The king decided to pay his respects to the sage there.” The disciples said. The sage said. I do. “Guruji has retired for the day. hundreds of birds flew up and attacked the king. They poked their beaks into his face. the birds quietened down and sat meekly at the feet of the sage. “Yes.” The king was beside himself with rage. “Do you know who I am?” he shouted. The sage was sitting under a tree and scattering bajra seeds all around.” The next morning the King came to the hermitage dressed in his royal finery. Guruji!” No answer. They told the disciples there. The sage did not look up. for a complex problem! This goes to prove that ideas are not the monopoly of the educated. Common sense is seldom common! THE POWER OF LOVE A mighty King was marching home after being victorious in a gruesome battle. Oh King! Realize the power of love. “Pranam. but that's because they love me. The love of power shall bring about your downfall. “Pranam. The sage looked up and said. In an instant. The army halted there for the evening.
hesitations or semblance of fear she let the young fellow in. enemy or not. Sit down by the log fire and make yourself warm. He said brusquely.” The mother said. “Mama!” he called. He wasn't even sure. An hour later there was another knock at the door. lest you wake him up. In the morning.” The boy said tersely.” The old woman motioned to her son and together they unbuttoned the stranger's torn shirt. “This is my son. Without any questions. Against his wishes. The woman said.” The young soldier winced and said. She brought him some hot tea and a few slices of bread. he's wounded badly. The young man sipped the tea.” It's not what you gather. but he is not here. The old woman said firmly. making an attempt to get up. dug out the bullet amidst a continuous flow of blood. “Look son. “Shall I help you to take that shirt off.” she said simply.” said the soldier. some wounded. knocked at a lonesome cottage in the sinister darkness. Sleep now!” .” But he knew that he needed help and soon.” “I'll be on my way now. “Sssh! He's just slept. An old woman opened the door. you have to help him. Should he ask the old woman? If it was enemy territory.” The son saw the other soldier and said. “That's the best I can do. “But. But right now. Be careful. “Nothing you can do. I'll do whatever I can to help you.but the only power I ever exercise over them is the power of love and it is greatest power on this Earth.” She said. she would surely find a way to kill him! Poison him perhaps! He was totally helpless. One such night. In an instant he saw the new entrant and realized that he was at the mercy of the enemy. Others were dead and never did return. Another young soldier walked in. “Oh! It's you my son. if he was in his own territory. You need to see a doctor. I'm sure together we can do something for you. “I have a bullet in my arm. “Eat. “He's the enemy Mama! You put us all into danger by letting him in. but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived! KILL THE ENEMY Two countries were at war for the last so many days. I need help. The heated exchange of words woke up the soldier. “No way. The border areas were scenes of death and destruction. a wounded soldier. the son. upon his mother's insistence. The old lady said. “Mama! Who is that?” She replied. looking around uneasily. I am all alone here.” The boy spoke some angry words but she stuck to her stand. Each night the soldiers would return to their barracks. but not succeeding. applied some ointment and bandaged it. Many soldiers had died in both the armies. It's been so many days. some disillusioned and some vengeful. You're not going anywhere. you are under my care. you may go if you wish to. He cleaned it up. I'm so happy to have you home. let it be. My son too is in the army. Look son. maybe I could look at the wound. He had lost a lot of blood.
” he extended his hand towards the son. just send it right back. after the other. “I'll try my best.” “Yes. The soldier said. “Sirish would you get that. “Papa didn’t you tell me that when Temptation comes calling. “Papa. not the enemy.” The soldier was unnerved. my child is something that tries to incite you into doing something or buying stuff that we don’t really need. I promise to try my best. “There was a lady selling chocolates at a discount. He just deleted them. Sirish noticed that for a large number of mails. 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. As father opened one e-mail. the soldier said to the old woman. don’t reason out. Papa.” The soldier left.' He knew that only one weapon was needed to kill all enmities. “It’s okay Papa. They are sent by people who wish to tempt us to buy stuff that is not really good for us. Only a few of them. And that weapon was LOVE.” It was Father’s turn to ask. He was back in a minute. You see it’s better to delete it as soon as it comes up. he couldn’t contain himself and asked. Mummy told me that they are just not good for my teeth. son?” Sirish said. If you study the whole write up. father read through and typed replies to. father pressed the ‘delete’ key as soon as the e-mail was displayed on his screen. Finally he said. He didn't know what to say. to tell us that it's the enmity that has to be killed. Father asked “Who’s it. not the enemy. so I sent her away!” He continued. A short while later. but he had lots of mails to clear so he had brought his laptop home.” said Sirish as he rose to open the door. Finally. “Temptation? What do you mean by that?” The little boy smiled and said. Sirish watched curiously as father pressed the ‘delete’ key over and over again. “Temptation? What do you mean by that?” Father sat the innocent little boy in his lap and said. “We all need someone like your mother. “Temptation!” Sirish asked. His little son Sirish was watching him. “How can I ever thank you?” She replied. These mails are called spam mails.In the morning after eating a wholesome breakfast of hot porridge. what are you deleting?” Father smiled mysteriously and answered. but instantaneously changed the hand-shake into an embrace. For some of them he did not even open the attachments clipped on. It was a holiday. but that night he understood the meaning of the term ‘brotherhood of man. He was waiting eagerly for father to complete his work for he was hoping that he would be able to ask for the favour of playing a game of Pinball on the laptop. TEMPTATION Father was working on his laptop. “By Killing the enmity. it was just Temptation. “Temptation. The ‘enemy' is also made of flesh and blood like us and some of them have hearts of gold. That’s just what I did!” . I’m caught up. I hope you will too. the door bell rang and father said.
“What would you like to make?” The man said. So how had he done it? The king wanted to know the secret. The reflection of the painting across the room. the king happened to be constructing a big hall at the rear end of the palace. The king sent for the second artist and asked him. on the other side of the curtain. “Young man. that was a tall statement. It will be more beautiful than anything you have ever seen before. He gave a double reward to the fellow. my wall is ready too!” The king went to see the first artist’s wall. “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. But you must tell me. including the king and the first artist were intrigued. very impressed with the painting and gave a hefty sum as a reward to the artist. Then he said. The second one would some with a cloth and a bucket of water every day. It’s the only way! THE PAINTING ON THE WALL There was a king who was a great admirer of art. “My Lord. Just then. showed up in it! That is what it means to polish your self. So he said. I promise you shall not be disappointed. water etc.” Now. One day an artist came and said to the king. another young man said. After a month the first artist told the king that his work was complete and he would like to show it to the king. I am indeed very happy with your work.” The man said. when would your work be ready? I am coming to see the first wall this evening. Lo and behold! The same painting was to be seen on the opposite wall too! Amazing! But true! Each line. But this man had not been seeing what was going on. I too am an artist. “Oh King! Please allow me to work on the opposite wall.Setting an example is not just one of the ways of teaching your children. The first artist brought in a regular supply of paint. “Alright you may work on one of the walls in the new hall. For when we polish our hearts and souls we see God’s reflection within. Whatever you . It is said that the world is a reflection of you. I shall make exactly what that man will make on the opposite wall. He was very.” The king said. “My Lord. But the king loved surprises and he decided to give the young fellow a chance. The following day a thick curtain was put into place and both the artists got to work. He encouraged artists from all over his country and gave them valuable gifts. I shall do so.” Now.” So the artist was given the job and he was very pleased indeed. each minor detail was exactly as it was on the first wall. how did you do it?” The lad said simply. “Oh King! Give me a blank wall in your palace and let me paint a picture on it. without looking at his work. I would even request you to have a thick curtain put up between the two walls so that either of us can not see the other. “Young man. Everyone in the king’s court. oil. Moreover. He then asked for the curtain to be opened up.
" "May I help you?" asked Arushi. dejected. When I get new toys my heart jumps. Her cousin Rajat who was twenty years old. he read out his article that was a very good piece on the functioning of the heart. the world will look to be happy. My heart does dhak-dhak all the It is in circolatury system and pumps all the blood. 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 All of us have biiiig hearts. She climbed onto his lap and asked. restless .. Off you go now. that is what the world will seem to be to you THE BEAUTIFUL HEART Arushi was only seven years old. On the day of the presentation. was studying medicine. "Sure. Rajat looked at her." The Professor in-charge was baffled.are. Mama says God lives in all hearts. you write something for me and I'll put it into my work. My heart is soooo big. If my heart did not give love I would die. a part of my heart cried and died. to share with you. My heart is When Raju break my dolly. but all the same he nodded his head in assent. what is this?" He said. "This is a picture of the human heart. jealous.." Arushi sat down to work seriously. "Sir. I seek your permission. One day she went to his room and found him studying a big book. that I can put so many people into it. as if trying to understand everything! He caught her little hand to place over his heart and said. so she called him Doctor Bhayia (brother). Arushi thought he was already a doctor. My heart loves all parts of my body. She wrote her article and gave it to Doctor Bhayia. Then why do people fight? . My heart is cracked and breaked when people say a bad things to it. Only God knows how to make new hearts so we should try not to break them. the world will seem to be that too. hiding his smile and said. her eyes shining. angry. There is one like that in all of us." She looked at it curiously. Then he said. what my seven year old sister has to say on this topic. "Doctor Bhayia. If you are sad. time. If you are happy. to speak for another minute. I am writing an article on the heart for my presentation. "Can you feel how its beating? It works hard all day to pump blood. This is what Rajat read out: 1 red.
“First of all young lady I wish to congratulate you for having reached the final round. The road is tough but it’s not impossible to conquer. everyone stood up to give a standing ovation. It was time for the final verdict. Lady luck shall surely smile on you if you continue to persevere. Come out of your Utopia. At the end of the second round. Then the Professor rose up from his seat and started clapping One by one. The singers had excelled. even we are still learning. Good luck to you. The first judge called one of contestants. You youngsters think that by singing a few numbers here and there you can become singers of repute. The crowd was going berserk with enthusiasm. started with bated breaths and pounding hearts. Tears streamed down the girls cheeks. you have to practice day and night. But don’t worry. She had seen beyond the mechanics. having proved your mettle in such a sea of talent. You have immense potential in you. But you have a lot to learn yet. She fought to hold them back. for they could not hold back the tears of disappointment. Do you think that people like us who have made a name in the world of music are any different from you? No. 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. you were brave to have chosen that song.There was pin-drop silence. He said. You have sung it terribly! I cannot even count the number of mistakes you have made. The second round. you can make it if you practice consistently. men who had made a name for themselves in the world of music. only five contestants were short-listed. You have to train under the grand maestros. Twenty two entries had been selected from the hundreds of entries received. the only difference is that you are yet to become famous. wept openly. the flesh and the blood. centrestage and said to her. It was a rare honour to get a chance to sing on this platform. What struck the audience was not the final . Those that did not make it. you just need to garner it right. The lucky five sang in the final round. young lady. They had the audience literally dancing to their tunes. The mike was passed on to the second judge. “Well. Meera. Don’t give up. The first round being one of elimination brought the number down to ten. one is always a learner. He said.” It was the turn of the third judge to speak now. You need to train for longer hours. I wish you luck. in front of such a voluminous audience and in the midst of so much talent. All the young participants put forward their best.” The rest of the contestants went through their turns of listening to the opinions of the judges on their respective performances. You have my blessings. “I wonder what prompted you to choose such a difficult composition to sing. be happy. but her eyelids were not strong enough to hold in control the flood of emotions that besieged her. just how it should have been sung. Let me tell you. In this field.” He went on to sing a line from the same song to show this bewildered contestant. There was a thunderous applause from the audience. Soon the singing part was over. Little Arushi had seen beyond what doctors see. we are also like you. The contestants had sung in front of three eminent judges.
Karam and Mahipal. Both of them were considered to be capable young men. but the attitude of the judges. The village was about a mile away on either side from two different highways. He had become very old and was failing health. Life they say is a rocky road. we shall divert the path a little to go by its side. He bought a hundred saplings of mulberry. . Together the boys planted them on either side of the road. Important are those who have had the guts to enter the arena. For not all people have the guts to try. a few were discussing the participants and the results. He has had the strength to submit himself to a verdict of success or failure. He employed a contractor who came with a large team of labourers. When the road was ready. A couple of names were suggested. The funds were not enough for making a proper road. he told the village elders that he wanted to retire from the post of Sarpanch. Do you know what most of them were discussing? They were discussing who the best judge was! Encouragement and appreciation are tonics that are always in short supply. He also got together all the young boys in the village and asked them to lend a hand in clearing the path to make a road for ‘our village’. Mahipal said. recruited only a few labourers. So. Inderpal was the Sarpanch of a village. Mahipal still had some money left over. They cleared the track of bushes and trees and beat down the mud to settle it. As the audience walked out of the auditorium. Half way through they came across an old Banyan tree. There is no greatness in pointing out where and how great men stumbled. Even if he fails. the elders were unable to make a final selection. “We shall not cut it. The track cut through the play ground where some boys played Kabaddi.” All the young men helped to level out the land. The small amount that was left over. They even erected small banks of mud on either side. 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. In a couple of days the contractor reported to Karam that the road was ready. It is not the critic who is important. 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. Mahipal on the other hand. They zeroed down on the names of two men. Mahipal used to buy some sweets and distributed them amongst his spirited team of youngsters. He has had the spirit of adventure. The challenge is to let it not grind you into dust. but polish you into a brilliant gem! THE VILLAGE SARPANCH The villages in India have a head-man called Sarpanch. at least he has had the experience of the journey. Having discussed the pros and cons of having either of the two as Sarpanch. Karam set to work the very next day. The old Sarpanch decided to put both of them to test.result.
Later he went to see the other road. young she-rat was eligible for marriage. “Oh King! I offer my beautiful daughter to you. Sometimes it can be funny too! A pretty. only one who serves is fit to become a leader.” . but let me tell you that the king of rats is more powerful than me. “Madam. They make holes and burrows wherever they please. “Lady. Please accept her as your wife.” The wind God chuckled and said. There is no way that I can defend myself against their sharp teeth. credibility and his ability to create a team. Moreover. eager to see the reaction of the Sarpanch.The completion of work was reported to the old Sarpanch. I have to change my track. Your power and her beauty shall make a great alliance. He along with his caravan of rats digs into my body. will you have my charming daughter for a bride?” The Mountain God spoke in a grating voice. “Perhaps you don’t know that the Mountain God is more powerful than me. It looked quite professional and meticulously done. “My daughter is extremely beautiful and your power is unmatched. A leader is never a leader alone. She would be a perfect bride for you. “Please dear Mountain God. for when he comes with his army of clouds. The Sarpanch was especially touched by the gesture of side tracking the old Banyan tree and not axing it. He has been honest to the cause and has shed sweat to involve people and make a team. He was greeted by a whole group of youngsters. but being over ambitious can lead to disappointment. Why don’t you propose to him?” So. When I bump into him. 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. But if you are looking for a powerful husband.” The mother rat rushed to the Rain God and said. He was impressed by the perfection with which Karam had done the job. The Sarpanch was happy.” THE RAT BRIDE It is good to be ambitious. “The most essential quality of a leader is not perfection. Mahipal has been able to win the trust of all these youngsters that is why they have followed him. please marry my daughter. I am completely overshadowed. “Oh mighty God of wind! Please marry my lovely daughter. The Sarpanch went to see both the roads. It is his dedication. She shall make a very suitable bride for you. He named Mahipal as the new Sarpanch saying. 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. They showed him the saplings that they had planted. I try hard but I cannot move him. the ambitious mother scurried away to the God of Wind and swiftly proposed to him. for he is immovable. let me tell you that the Rain God is mightier than me. “I am honoured by your proposal. he is a leader of people and that because he and his word are worthy of trust. Her mother was somewhat over ambitious and decided that she must find a very powerful husband for her darling daughter. She went to the Sun God and said to him.” The Rain God replied with a twinkle in his eye.” The Sun God smiled warmly and said. please make her your wife.” The tired mother rat hobbled up to the Mountain God and proposed to him. “Dear Rain God.
He called all the women ‘Grandma’. The sight he saw stopped him in his tracks. “He’s happier playing with you. He’s been struggling with the pain. there was no sign of him. I mean. and all the men ‘Grandpa’. It had about thirty residents. He seemed to have no friends of his age. She got up and motioned them to come out of the room. Some were sick. 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. Sometimes Bunty would play the guitar and sing songs for them. one old man who was really missing Bunty.” One evening the residents waited for Bunty. It was a daily routine that these elderly people looked forward to. Two things they all had in common: Their children didn’t want to keep them and they all had a limited lease of life left! Every evening. all the residents would sit outside in the garden. In life too. The little boy was very thin and weak. others were confined to wheelchairs. They had a grand wedding and the rest they say is history! Finally. There was a nurse on duty. the ambitious mother rat realized that her beautiful daughter was fit to be a bride only for a rat. The next day too. She would simply say. Perhaps he has got something in common with you. pressed the door bell of Bunty’s house. but he didn’t turn up. He loved these old people and he loved to see them laugh. we haven’t seen him around for some days. “Yes. Sometimes he would bring yellow daisies for them. A worried looking mother opened the door. He enacted the various roles all by himself. it isn’t. There were numerous bottles of medicine.” . One day he told them about the drama that they had at school. Bunty is sick. The management would put cane chairs outside. Would you like to come to his room?” The old man followed the lady to Bunty’s room. Tea and biscuits would be served to them. They would often ask her why Bunty had no friends of his age. Some were active. Next door lived a young couple and their ten year old son. Is everything alright?” The woman hesitated. others were healthy. Bunty. Please don’t disturb him. Bunty’s mother was usually busy with her household chores. On the fourth day. Next to his bed was a trolley laden with bottles of glucose and dextrose. “He has just gone to sleep. They looked forward to Bunty’s visits just as much as he looked forward to them. “Gladly!” So the king of rats married the pretty young lady. no. She signalled for them to be quiet. Every evening he would come to the old age home and chat with the residents. but sometimes she would come along with Bunty and chat with these oldies. Another day he brought his cricket bat and played cricket with them. He loved to see the Grandpa’s turn into little boys. “Good evening ma’am! I was wondering if Bunty is well. He would put the daisies into the hair of the old women and into the button holes of the old men’s jackets.The king of rats blushed from ear to ear and said. A bottle of blood was being transfused into the boy.
Bunty’s a strong willed boy. all that sharing and caring. while playing games. she said. doing his job to get things back into the streamline. Luckily there was no loss of life. It makes him happy. We requested the doctor to give him the blood transfusion at home. I’ve not had a bite all day. It will take a while for him to get well. I left my wallet at home. A crane was called to put the truck back on its wheels. Get me some food quickly. tired and weary. Most of the apple boxes had split open and the apples were strewn all over the road. Three days back he contracted a viral. He told his elder sister. Many hours passed. He has very low immunity. He’s not able to match up with his peers at school. so I allow him to see you every evening. The Insurance company executives had come to assess the loss. He was pained to see the truck laid upside down on the roadside. to look in to the matter. He never wanted to discuss his disease. Bunty is thalasemmic. “Grandpa.” The old man was speechless. “Every month we take him to the hospital for his blood transfusion. He came to see us everyday. but he never let us know. The old man said. He’d be heart broken if all of you were to pity him. One such father was on a business tour to a foreign . It was late in the evening when the truck owner returned home.” As she served him food. “He never told us.” She swallowed to hide her tears. but those who learn to live with things that are less than perfect! THE APPLE TRUCK A man owned many trucks. 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’. “Didn’t you say that there were apples strewn all over the road? Why didn’t you pick up a couple of those and eat them? Why did you go hungry all day?” He said simply.The lady said. Come to think of it. “In the hurry. each professional. All the little acts of love. all that concern and laughter from a child who was thalasemmic! The happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems. so he opts to play with all of you. At dawn the truck owner went to the site of the accident. He used to let them out for the transport of apples from Himachal Pradesh to the plains. “How could I? They didn’t belong to me!” How true! We are answerable to others later. The contractor who owned the apples came to retrieve what ever he could. He got a chest infection and had very high fever. In the wee hours of the morning he got the message that one of his trucks had skidded and overturned on the highway. even you never let us know!” “Grandpa. I’m really hungry.
the shops. to your eternal . I’ve gone through so many ups and downs in life. you decided to test your son?” “Yes. I wonder why you created me and then left me alone in this world to fend for my self. It was late in the night when he finally trudged into the hotel tired. he walked. hoping to find father inside. Anyways. The boy looked in the restrooms. you would have seen me. He felt tears brimming in his eyes. I wonder what life is all about.” “Did you let him out of your sight. only to find that he did not have enough money to pay for his fare back to the hotel. with no money in my pocket?’ Just then he heard the key turn in the door and father walked in! “Dad. He looked around for him desperately. the boy decided that the best thing he could do was to make his way back to the hotel. “I was only a few steps away from you. Many times he had to ask for directions from strangers. Do you even know what I have been through? As I sit in this armchair in the twilight of my life.” “Oh! Really? Then why did you follow me all the time?” “I had to be sure you were safe. One quiet evening. I was testing you to see whether you could find your way back to me. He walked the street up and down several times but could not find his father. But no where could he find his father.country. the old man sat in the garden. Why do you not guide me? Why don’t you talk to me sometimes?” Then God replied. The boy grew up to be a man and the father became old. So. Where were you? I’ve been looking for you all over? Why did you leave me alone and go away?” The father eased himself out of his shoes and stretched himself onto the bed. if you could fend for yourself. he did not even know the way back. he tactfully asked the traffic policeman to guide him on how to get there. but to no avail. “I wanted to see. I am old now. Suddenly the boy realized that the father was no where around. even for a moment?” “No. He sat down and thought. He had taken his fourteen year old son with him. The other half. He took a bus to a place that was half way to the hotel. They were walking on a busy road. for that was the farthest he could pay for.” “Neither did I! If only you had looked around carefully. I must say. They went out in the day. The boy was scared. without letting him know his actual predicament. He was talking to God. I too expect you to find your way home. but he fought them back. he found his way back to his father! I too expect you to find your way back to your eternal father. the restaurants and the corridors. “Do you remember the day. I’m quite proud of you!” Years passed. “Lord. They were staying at a small hotel. He read the directions from the site maps on the way. ‘What next? What should I do? How will I find him in this alien land. He rummaged through his pockets. Your son did well. As the sun began to set. but he was disappointed. you did rather well. looking at the sunset. hungry and weary. all the time!” “What do you mean?” asked the boy incredulously. He marched up the stairs to their room.
The woman was weak and miserably poor. She had just given birth to twin daughters. The scientist requested the officer with a smile saying. I am waiting for you to find your way back to me because you belong to me. you could ask Father Peter Peirera. the scientist and his students went to request Father Peter Peirera. if they could shift to another suitable place.. He along with one of his students called Abdul. For his research. it was used as a workshop for the research programme by the scientist and his team. It would not be possible to give it.. till the entire crowed agreed unanimously to give up their place of worship.” The following Sunday. This church belongs to the people. THE TWINS A young woman labourer assisted in building roads. he needed a big piece of land a little far away from the city. Former President of India! All that. As for the old church. He had a group of young scientists to assist him. The contractor went to the house of the old woman . Another space was allotted and a new church was built for Father Peter Peirera and his people. “No!” The officer explained that the land that they were asking for was home to a number of fishermen.J. the people started saying ‘yes’..P. A. “Well scientific research is much required for our country. Try your luck!” So. Vikram Sarabhai. She had to forego her own dinner to buy some milk for them. She fed it to them. “Well! Can we give them the church for the benefit of our country?” Slowly. In addition there was a church on that land. The old woman put one of the wailing babies to the breast of the young mother. “Well. He was told that one of the woman labourers had died leaving behind two little babies. thanks to the large heartedness and vision of a nationalist called Father Peter Peirera. The God of death hovered around her and soon her painful life drew to an end. after the service was over. The other baby slept peacefully by her mother’s side. She was lying behind a bush. Father Peter Peirera addressed the gathering and conveyed the request of the scientists. very slowly. the officer smiled and said. The old woman looked at the newly born girls and beseeched the Lord. Abdul made his first rocket there. who was in charge of the church.” Ironically. Abdul Kalam. ‘yes’. I shall have to ask them. ‘yes’. The only person attending to her was an old woman who was also part of the road building team. in a pool of blood. drop by drop. “Officer. for a nationalistic cause.home! Come my child.” SPACE RESEARCH A senior scientist was doing space research. “Oh God! What is the crime committed by these poor souls! Who will look after them? Have mercy on them!” Out of compulsion. numb with pain. Father said. The next day the road contractor came. the old woman looked after the babies for the night. the scientists name was Dr. And Abdul. Incidentally. perhaps we could request the church management. But this is God’s home. is none other than Dr. Then he asked. approached the Municipal Officer concerned and put in a request for allotment of land for scientific research. The first response was.
He noticed that they both had a mole on the left cheek and looked very. When one door closes.. Let us arrange for a beautiful open-jeep carriage to take the body to the funeral ground. A very old woman died in a dirty cottage. “Father has only a few breaths left now. the old woman would not have come forward to care for them. he chose to keep quiet. Finally we brought them up as our own. Twenty years later. THE LAST JOURNEY A rich old man was very ill and was on his ‘death-bed’. He confirms that you made the wrong choice. One of you go and talk to the flower girl to deliver fifty garlands of fresh balsam flowers so that . I want to tell you that Anubha is my daughter in every sense except the biological one. When God keeps you waiting. The contractor was much impressed by the sisters.. The eldest son said. When God denies you your wishes. His four sons stood around him. Another one opens. Had the mother not died. He told his father that he wanted to marry her. My wife and I were passing by.” Then it came back to him! He looked at the girls closely and saw the black moles on their left cheeks.to see the girls. God alone knows what is good for each one of us. the young son of the contractor brought home a beautiful girl. The girl’s father asked to talk to the contractor alone. The next day. These two girls were crying by her side.. When God answers your Prayer. Had the young mother not died. He rushed out of the room. And had the old woman not died. “Sir.. We tried our best to find out about their family but to no avail. for he could not bear the stench of the damp walls mixing with the smell of urine and stale milk. these girls would surely have become labourers too. The wedding was fixed. They were probably just a few days old. He handed out some money to the old woman and mumbled something under his breath. very similar. He confirms that He loves you. The contractor asked the girl to bring her family. Soon he will die. the girl brought her parents and sister. The secret that had been guarded by the couple from their own ‘daughters’ should remain a secret. He knew who they were! But. He confirms that He is waiting for the right time to give you the right thing. He said.
down the road? It shall not cost as much as the jeep carriage. we can put him on a cot and carry him on our shoulders. he must go too.” The roses on the second bush said.” The second son said. I don’t need a carriage. They were not at all pretty to look at. an ambulance or a cot. The roses on the first bush were blood red in colour. The red roses were bought by a rich old lady who passed them on to an expert garland stringer. He sent them to a florist. “We hope to be able to spread our fragrance to more and more people. The roses on three of the bushes got talking. but they were extremely fragrant. He won’t even know. The red roses said. whether his last journey is in a fancy carriage or in an ordinary ambulance?” The youngest son was craftier still. Each one of them was exquisitely formed. “Why bother with the ambulance and the flowers? The funeral ground is just behind our house anyway. 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. but their unique selling point was their shape. After all what does it matter to a dead man. Two beautiful . It’s only a short distance from our house to the crematorium. The third bush had soft light pink roses known as desi-gulab or wild roses. Surely that should be more economical. The carriage shall cost us dear. the gardener came and cut the rose stalks. shapes and sizes.” THE ROSE GARDEN Spring had brought new life to this beautiful rose garden. “We wish we could be given to a beloved. “If one of you will kindly bring my shoes. Each bush was abloom with roses of different hues. for red roses are the ultimate expression of love. “Of what use is the ambulance from Jeevan Hospital? We can request for an ambulance from the Government Hospital or from the Red Cross Society. adding some asparagus ferns and silver strings. 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.” The next day. Our father has lived like a king.we can decorate the arthi nicely. The second bush had roses in yellow with pink streaks. I don’t need help from anyone of you. Each fold and each petal was a sculpted masterpiece.” The old man happened to be listening to this conversation between his sons. He wanted to leave behind enough wealth to make them comfortable for a long. we should be displayed for people to see and admire.” The third son was even thriftier.” The roses on the third bush said softly. “We are so perfect. So. I think my shoes are enough for me to walk out of here. She strung the roses into an exquisite garland. Also order a set of new clothes for him. He said. I’ll just go by myself. Why don’t we just ask for the ambulance from the ‘Jeevan Hospital’. He said. 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. We are four of us. The garland stringer chopped off the stalks and leaves. long time. And. like a King.
but no one came forward to listen to their cries. The entire set up was placed on the centre table of the entrance of a hotel. that is of utmost importance. Even their cries could be heard by no one. She offered them with devotion to Radha and Krishna at the temple. He picked them up and put them in the sun to dry along with many other flowers that had been laid out for drying. Please Lord! Give us another chance to serve you. “Oh Krishna! Oh Radha! We are sorry for being vain. Many devotees saw the exquisite garlands and wowed at them. The red roses swelled with vanity. 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. 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. The red roses were happy for they had been used by the lady as an offering of love. to none other than Radha-Krishna the proverbial lovers.” The roses beseeched the Lord. Let us pause for a moment to look into the fate of the little pink roses. The red roses’ vanity was burnt away and they were reduced to nothing. Others hurried past.garlands were made and delivered to the rich old lady. holding their cell phones. The girl took the roses home and gave them to her mother. but the physical and the mundane. for no one seemed to want to buy them. Meanwhile the perfect yellow roses were bought by an interior decorator and were used to design an enormous flower arrangement along with various types of greens. Eventually the florist gave them away for free to the girl who worked in the shop. We were too caught up in pride to enjoy our closeness with you. The wild roses were focussed right from day one. Eventually they wilted and the hotel cleaner dumped them into the garbage along with the rotting peels of vegetables. When the flowers were totally dry. egg shells and chicken bones. The next day the priest removed the garlands from the deities and cast them away in a corner of the temple. Find your focus. Busy executives rushed past. The petals lay immersed in the water for days. A group of young workers were deputed to hand roll the mixture onto fine sticks. deep in conversation. Here is some food for thought. but they were happy! What about the perfect yellow roses? They spent all their life waiting for recognition and admiration. The priest used the fragrant rose water to wash the feet of the Lord and also to sprinkle on devotees to shower blessings on them. The mother shook off all the petals into a huge basin of water. whereas the yellow roses thought about nothing. The red roses suffered a setback to their vanity but made up for it because they soon realised their folly. Please do not caste us away. The red roses cried. The yellow roses preened and smiled. A man saw the wilting red garlands. Perhaps you could identify . They were almost beginning to rot and their dreams of giving fragrance to people seemed to be quite impossible to realize. but only a few people had time to stop by and admire their perfection. They added some powder to the water now and then so that it would not start stinking due to stagnation. The roses were proud for they were the centre of attraction for all to see. Aggarbattis were made! They were used in the temple to sanctify the area with their aroma. they were crushed to a fine powder and some glue like substance and some oils were added to them. The roses wept for they felt dejected and useless. The end that you eventually meet with depends upon the road you choose to take for the journey. That bunch was left sitting in the shop of the florist for days.
There were no takers. 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. 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. a visitor knocked at his door and said “Sir. you are smiling and others are crying THE SON’S PORTRAIT Kripa had become old. The old family gardener came forward.. Two .” Then he reached into his pocket and took out an envelope. Sorrow and age had wrought havoc on his face and dulled his vision. “The entire collection of paintings shall be inherited by the buyer of my son’s portrait. Friends and relatives came to console her. because he came in the way.. you were crying and all those around you were smiling. It was put above the mantelpiece in a place of honour.. I must auction out the vast collection of paintings and utilize the sum as directed in the letter. It said. this portrait of his son first of all. I have been directed to put up for auction. please accept it as a gift. The rest of the property may be auctioned and the proceeds used for setting up an orphanage for the orphans of war. The lawyer said. i. the old lawyer put up the portrait of the deceased son that had been presented by the soldier. we will stand by you. “You are not alone. I owe my life to him. The bullet that was meant for me. . she was totally a home-bird.” That was the end of the auction. His body had become infirm and weak. The portrait is yours. He had lost his only son in a battle. I have special instructions regarding his most valuable property.. I was with him when he died.” The lawyer counted “One . She had no work experience. but this one touched his heart. She had a fourteen year old daughter and an eleven year old son. Live your life such that when you are to go. The walls of his beautiful house were adorned with masterpieces of great value. Their savings had been spent to the last penny in trying to save him.. I have painted a portrait of your son.27/.. his collection of master pieces. rummaged through his worn out pockets and said. Three .e. His lawyer had a letter that was to be read out after the cremation. “If there is anything that we can do to help. The pain had been too much to bear and he had lost the will to live.with either of the roses and in case you are on the wrong track. Kripa passed away. So it is with the Lord.” So saying. If only we show love towards those whom He loves. One afternoon.”. “I can pay Rs. this could just be the right time for you to change your track.. “Before I read out the Will regarding the inheritance of the property. do let us know”. Again and again the lawyer called out for someone to name a price. I was also a soldier in your son’s army regiment. Marina’s world had just crumbled to bits.for it. Most of them offered.. actually hit him.” Kripa was a connoisseur of art. Many years later. Gone.. but no one wanted the crudely painted picture.
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. Marina requested one of these friends to help her get a job as a receptionist at a local school. 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. “Don’t worry.” The girl said. With one stroke. Suddenly she said. “Lord. you have to have a certain personality to look after such a job.. But. “Okay. whatever you say. if I eat it. I’ve given you my promise. I’ll get it for you. She walked into the interview room with the confidence that stems only from God’s presence in you. but she is just not the obliging type. for the warden was supposed to be present all day. The mother said.” When at last you realize that God is all you have left. “Actually Marina.” This went on..” She cried herself to sleep.” A week later Marina applied for a job as a salesgirl. Till one night.. She refused to eat the jackfruit. The poor child looked at the revolting mass in her plate and felt that if she ate it. How else would she learn to eat all kinds of vegetables? The father had promised his wife that he would let her take the forefront when it came to discipline. The little girl had her eyes and her plate full. “You see Marina. Today’s menu for lunch was jackfruit and curd with Roti. Thy will be done. Just finish it fast and tell me what you want. in a women’s garments store and asked a relative to put in a word for her. I’m always willing to help. Marina broke down. Grandma looked disgusted at the attitude of the mother. if you continue to worry about them. It may be something else. He does not take over. she would definitely throw up. “Yes honey.A month later. The friend said. but you are really not the type. when He asks you to surrender your problems to Him and forget about them.. “Oh God! Why did you do this to us? How shall I tend to my children? Please help me for I am absolutely alone.. to turn your thoughts away from all your problems and leave everything into His hands saying. The next morning she found an advertisement in the newspaper for a walk-in-interview to fill the post of a warden for a Boarding school. “It may not be a ‘thing’. provided she could move into a residence at the hostel premises. Mother was equally adamant. all her problems were solved! It is only God who stands by His words. “See that you . To surrender means. they really won’t listen to anyone.. She was offered the job. so he watched in silence. Now gobble it up. Her expenses seemed to soar whereas her resources dwindled. The tension was unnerving. hollow words. the owner is my friend no doubt. In her dream she saw God smiling at her and blessing her. The next instalment for the school fees of her children was due in a fortnight. She cried her heart out and prayed. The school provided free education to the wards of their employees! The school mess would also provide free meals to her wards and herself. but if there is anything else. I would have spoken to the Principal for you.” The girl put a spoonful of jackfruit into her mouth and made a face as if she was tasting poison. I mean. will you grant me a wish?” Father grabbed the opportunity to resolve the situation and said quickly. meaningless endearments and lame excuses.” Father said. The house rent was grossly overdue.
“She has done her part. A short while later a boy came to the park. It was a bargain. “But. But your daughter coaxed him on the phone to come today. What’s the big deal about it?” Mother said. we just have to realize how precious they are. he took her to the park to play as he did every evening. She promised my son that she would get her head shaved. After all. she will never learn to honour hers. “No. Later in the evening. Silly girl!” said mother. You gave me your word. “Look my child. was this the latest fashion or what? Just then a lady. “You had your way. She tried to smile bravely and said. Looking at the little girl’s tear filled eyes. Why don’t we buy you a nice Barbie doll instead?” “But I don’t want a doll. it’s just a bowl of jackfruit. I just want to get my head shaved. He visited a renowned music teacher and expressed his desire to him. He did not understand. Father was surprised to note that the boy too had no hair on his head. If we do not honour our word.” Daddy said. “I want to get my head shaved!” Mother’s spoon fell from her hand. “Daddy you promised me. what about that now? You are going back on your word. “Who ever heard of a girl getting her head shaved? I will not allow it. “What rubbish! That’s impossible. He said. be reasonable and I shall surely let you have your way. the most precious things in life can not be made or bought. why did your son have to get his head shaved?” he asked. For once Grandma seemed to see eye to eye with her daughter in law but chose to keep silent. The teacher conducted a preliminary test on him to guage his talent . You have always taught me about the value of honouring your word. It’s so unfair!” she said in a trembling voice. But I never thought she would actually live up to it. THE ROSE BUD A young boy wanted to learn music. During the chemotherapy he lost all his hair and was refusing to come out of the house. Daddy’s heart melted. with a clatter and grandma almost fainted. now don’t be unfair to her and stop making a fuss!” Father took the girl to the barber and got the job done. saying that she too would come with her head shaved to make sure that no body laughed at him!” That is love! Pure and simple! No strings attached! Truly. And how does it matter anyway? Its just hair! It will grow back. apparently the bald boy’s mother came up to him and said.” Father stood his ground.” The man was even more confused now. You see he has leukaemia. so that the other children at the park would not jeer at him. He had a good voice and he wanted to train to become an Indian classical singer. although he could not make out head or tail of why she wanted to do such a weird thing.” he said.don’t go overboard in asking for a wish. they are gifted to us by God. don’t even dream about it. Father said.” But the girl was adamant. “You have quite a daughter. washed it down with a whole glass of water and then said quickly. He was afraid that the other children would make fun of him. It’s not such a big deal after all!” The girl ate it all up. this is quite a ridiculous thing to ask for. “But darling you shall look obnoxious. “Oh no! My son did not have to get his head shaved.
He walked up slowly but surely.” TREKKING IN THE MOUNTAINS Spring was in the air. because singing is about learning more and more each day. lest they are poisonous. how soon can I become a singer?” The teacher said. got crushed into the stamen. it shall never become a perfect rose flower now. how much time. I pried it open. this bud. The boy asked. I have made a mistake.. others fell off. Every now and then he stopped to admire the flowers and the trees. that depends upon how much work you are able to put into it. The man noticed that the dog was bleeding.. whistling a merry tune to himself. he ate them too.. The inner most that were just beginning to form. “Guruji. He met some village children on the way. He took out his packed lunch and ate it. It would have spread fragrance all around and its beauty would have lent splendour to our garden. A stray dog ventured near him. the boy went and squatted near the bush. he threw some tidbits to the rabbits too. some of the petals got torn and mutilated. “Look son.” The boy. was in a hurry to bloom from a bud into a flower overnight. it’s not the buds fault. But one thing you can be sure of.?” The teacher said. He washed the wound and dressed it up.” That evening. I cannot give back its babyhood to the bud. He started his trek uphill. “Guruji. The lovely spruce trees looked rich and green. He stopped to feed the squirrels and the birds. He wept. The number of days it takes to unfold its petals to become a full grown flower. but seeing the children eat. but I promise to let you shape me as you wish. They showed him the rarest species of mountain undergrowth that only the locals know of.. But. He went on further uphill. its not going to be a short time. Just look at the state of its petals. “I’ll soon learn everything there is to learn. the boy was in tears. The children plucked wild berries off the trees and offered them to the man. It seems to have outdone its potential to grow. The man continued his trek up the mountain. The young man filled up his haversack and strapped it on to his back. whining. They skipped along with him and showed him the best path to take. The spring in his step matched the spring in the air. Had the bud grown naturally it would have been beautiful at each stage of its life. He gave them some toffees and chatted with them. The pine cones looked like . It had hurt its leg. Hurry has now become a cause for worry. Everything around him looked so happy. Slowly and carefully he tried to open up the petals of the rose bud to make it look like a flower.” A few months later. how much time would I need to train under your guidance. hard he tried. “Guruji. ” By now. He called the boy and said. He took out his first aid kit and carefully reached out for the poor mongrel. “Do you see that rose bud on the bush outside. Please unfold me petal by petal at your own pace and will. “Well.. However.and decided to give him a try. A man decided to go for a trek to the top of the mountain. the boy asked the same question. He was wary of eating them. till he reached the top. it seems. I am the cause of its present state. even as long as you live. smiled inwardly and thought. I am determined. that’s the number of years you’ll take to learn. The flowers in the valley and on the mountain were in full bloom. perhaps the bud was in too much of a hurry. The next morning the teacher saw the plight of the rose bud and understood what had happened.
“Will you teach me how to make statues?” “Why not!” said the sculptor. Some time later the dog was back. The dog seemed to understand that the man needed help. he slipped and fell. New idols of Goddess Lakshmi and Lord Vishnu were being installed. but his mind would wander from friends. look around at different people working in different vocations and try to plan your future. The children recognized him as the toffee-man. Now what? He applied some balm to his ankle and tied it up. so he could never hold his mind onto the subject that he was supposed to be studying. can I hammer the nails in?” “Sure. His favourite pass time was day dreaming. He started his descent. to games. He lacked concentration. But the day-dream came to a rude halt as the chisel went into his heel.nuggets of gold hanging on the trees. He saw the bandage that he had earlier applied to him.” Tarun started excitedly. How beautiful they looked! The sculptor was fixing the pedestal as many people looked on in awe! Tarun asked the sculptor. He basked in the sun for a while. His father had called him to repair a window that had broken in the storm last week.” “Well. Half way down. to films. with his books open in front of him. He would sit on his study desk. try your hand. He realized that he may have to spend the night there. followed by a group of children.” beamed the carpenter. Tarun yelped in pain. As the sun went down he realized that it was time to go back. causing it to bleed. He was all alone. Just then he saw the stray dog looking at him. Tarun hammered in a nail and then went into a reverie.” said father. because he was fed up with his studies. “I don’t know father. The air was cool and pure. His little acts of kindness and love had won him enough friends to help him when he was making his descent. take this stone and try to cut a straight line through it with my chisel and hammer. In the evening they went to the temple. He licked the foot of the man and then limped away. Soon he was transported into a world of exquisite marble statues that he had sculpted. Tarun asked. to foes. what would you like to be when you grow up?” He answered. I never thought about it. nursing his swollen thumb. Tarun watched the carpenter with fascination as the latter sawed and nailed the wood together. He yelped in pain as his ankle got twisted. to food. all the way down the mountain.” That afternoon the doorbell rang and Tarun opened the door to a carpenter. to holidays and so on. . So too it is in life. CONCENTRATION Tarun was always unhappy. “Son. It is important to be nice to people on our way up for we may need them on our way down. the children helped him to hobble back. “Today wherever you go. One day his father asked him. Together. “Here. How grand those armchairs looked! Till “Ooow!” he yelled! He had banged his thumb with the hammer! He mumbled “Sorry. He placed the stone between his feet and carefully wielded the chisel and hammer. “Please. but he just couldn’t walk. like an injured puppy. He was making masterpieces of furniture in teak and mahogany.” and went outside.
. we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. and one friend slapped the other one in the face." The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him. when someone does something good for us." Johnny the Bagger (A True Story) Barbara Glanz is a speaker and author. why?" The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us. and I like it! I'm just a bagger in the .000 people attending. "If you have any great service stories.. she gave out her email address and phone number. All that these people have to do is to offer food to the Lord and shake the bell. How on earth could he possibly learn all those mantras? He could not concentrate on the answers in his science book. The one. offerings. "Barbara. wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. At the end of her speech. prayers. she spoke at a convention for a large grocery chain with over 3. And they get so many nice things to eat in return.” Poor Tarun. I heard what you had to say about service.” said the fat Brahmin. “Hey Tarun! Have you thought about what I asked you?” “Yes father. festivals etc. "After I hurt you.m. where they decided to take a bath. who had been slapped. got stuck in the mire and started drowning. you write on a stone." They kept on walking until they found an oasis. “Surely I can become a priest. we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it. Her talk was on creating memories for the customers so they would want to come back.” Sure! If you are a good student. Just then he heard his father. A few years ago. can I work with you?” “Of course.He eyed the temple priest’s large belly and thought to himself.” said Tarun earnestly. But. You shall have to report to me at 5 a. in the morning after having completed your morning ablutions. “I shall give you a book of the shalokas that you need to recite for yajnas. and said. I'd like to hear them. but the friend saved him. He said. but without saying anything. Barbara gets a call from a young man who introduces himself as Johnny. any vocation is good for you.” So. “I’m going to be a good student. During some point of the journey they had an argument. fasts. he went up to the priest and asked “Panditji. he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE. you can master any trade! Sand and Stone A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. What should he do? Concentration was required for being a carpenter or a sculptor or even a temple priest.”Well. there was no respite in any profession. If you are a hardworking person and can work in earnest. about a month later. The one who got slapped was hurt. you wrote in the sand and now. After the friend recovered from the near drowning.
and my dad and I will print it out on the computer. 'I used to come here once a week. took care of his family and went in search of diamonds. he was emotionally. you could have your own city. I went to the back of the line and suggested that customers move to another checkout. I went out into the store and noticed that one line was three times longer than the others. “Barbara. Our guy in the meat department loves Snoopy. That afternoon." And then he went away. Barbara? It happened for one reason…Johnny decided to do something!” When it comes to service. I decided that I like sayings. I think that's a wonderful idea!" A few weeks later. He looked all through Europe and couldn't find any. The next morning he made arrangements to sell off his farm.' What do you think. Back home. He thought it would look good on the mantle piece. the rays of the morning sun hit a stone and made it sparkle like a rainbow. If you had a diamond the size of your fist. you could probably own your own country. one lady said. and talking to his customers. I round up my team and tell them what Johnny has done to give our customers more than they expected. I'll cut out the quote in strips and sign my name on the back of each one. The wise man said. We're having the time of our lives. everybody in our store is finding creative ways to put their mark on service. He says. . we all have our unique gifts to give. He was happy because he was content. I'll just drop a strip right in their bags and say. and it seems like everyone in town is talking about us! And you know what. He was content because he was happy. The next day when customers come through. "Johnny.' So the next day. That night the farmer couldn't sleep. He was unhappy because he was discontent and discontent because he was unhappy. Barbara?" Barbara said. but I wanted to think of a way I could make a difference. you won't believe what's happened at our store. He got so disheartened that he threw himself into the Barcelona River and committed suicide. He was unhappy and he was discontent. so each day I'm going to pick out one that I like. He picked up the stone and put it in the living room. In fact. and they wouldn't budge—they wanted to see Johnny's quote of the day! In fact. however we'll never make the emotional connection with the customer unless it begins in our heart. One day a wise man came to him and told him about the glory of diamonds and the power that goes along with them. but now I come 2-3 times just to see the smile on Johnny's face when he drops in his favorite quote. Across the stream.ACRES OF DAIMONDS There was a farmer in Africa who was happy and content. A Inspirational and Motivational Story . physically and financially broke. 'I hope you enjoy my quote of the day. When he got to Spain. He looked all over Africa and couldn't find any. Barbara gets another call…this time from the store manager. so he was putting his favorite Snoopy stickers on the packages. "If you had a diamond the size of your thumb. the person who had bought his farm was watering the camels at a stream that ran through the farm. I see the lady in the floral department cutting off her broken flowers and pinning them on the elderly women in our store.store and I have Downs’s syndrome.
that's just a stone I picked up from the stream." he said. "What do you mean. they complain of noise when it knocks. "but i don't think it will be worth it." said the soldier. "Because that is a diamond. "Is Hafiz back?" The new owner said. sir." The lieutenant's advice didn't matter. 5. 3. Sure enough. He asked." The man said. "I told you it wouldn't be worth it. "No. As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench. no. "Your friend is dead" "YES." "It was worth it.True Friend Horror gripped the heart of the World War 1 soldier as he saw his lifelong friend fall in battle. and the soldier went anyway.. though. 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. and then looked kindly at his friend. hoist him onto his shoulder and bring him back to their company's trench.. When our attitude is right. The next one may be better or worse. I KNEW YOU'D COME.. We don't have to go anywhere. he was still alive and i had the satisfaction of hearing him say.. worth it?" responded the Lieutenant. "JIM.* What is the moral of this story? There are five morals: 1. They found that the farm was indeed covered with acres and acres of diamonds. Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire whizzing over his head. When people don't know how to recognize opportunity. 4. Miraculously he managed to reach his friend. Come.. 2.. we realize that we are all walking on acres and acres of diamonds. The same opportunity never knocks twice. "You can go." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- . Sir" the private answered. "But it was worth it because when i got to him. They would be happy to trade places with us. there are others who are dyeing the grass on our side. but it is never the same one. While we are dyeing the grass on the other side. A Story to Share . There are many more. All we need to do is recognize it.That afternoon the wise man came and saw the stone sparkling. I recognize one when I see one. The grass on the other side always looks greener.. the stones were diamonds.. Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your life away." said the lieutenant." They went and picked some samples and sent them for analysis. Opportunity is always under our feet. why do you ask?" The wise man said. I'll show you. the officer checked the wounded soldier. "Your friend is dead and you are mortally wounded.
000. The business executive saw in his hand a check for $500. Creditors were closing in on him. At the agreed-upon time. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. He closed several big sales." He asked the man his name. Rockefeller.Worth Reading… A business executive was deep in debt and could see no way out. All year long he'd been wheeling and dealing. and you can pay me back at that time. But instead. From the above story we can make out that Confidence is nothing but vision held positively no matter what. It was his newfound self-confidence that gave him the power to achieve anything he went after. the old man said. a nurse came running up and grabbed the old man. "I'm so glad I caught him!" she cried. Just knowing it was there might give him the strength to workout a way to save his business. Suppliers were demanding payment. Whether actually it is there or not doesn't matter. The astonished executive just stood there. A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game. the old man appeared." he said. He sat on the park bench. Suddenly an old man appeared before him. Exactly one year later. He's always escaping from the rest home and telling people he's John D. But just as the executive was about to hand back the check and share his success story. 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. then one of the richest men in the world! "I can erase my money worries in an instant!" he realized. the executive decided to put the un cashed check in his safe. "I can see that something is troubling you. he was out of debt and making money once again. "Take this money. he realized that it wasn't the money. Meet me here exactly one year from today. Suddenly. "I hope he hasn't been bothering you. he negotiated better deals and extended terms of payment. wrote out a check. After listening to the executive's woes. With renewed optimism. buying and selling. real or imagined. he thought. stunned.” And she led the old man away by the arm. head in hands. convinced he had half a million dollars behind him. that had turned his life around. Within a few months. he returned to the park with the un cashed check." Then he turned and disappeared as quickly as he had come. Rockefeller. and pushed it into his hand saying. so the number of potatoes that a child . "I believe I can help you. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates. signed by John D. It all lies in what we see it as. wondering if anything could save his company from bankruptcy.
Before he could make arrangements. The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. Curious. Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away. Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. the children were relieved because the game had finally ended. As Graduation Day approached. 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. some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. A young man was getting ready to graduate college. 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. Some had 2 potatoes. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week. So when the day came. on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. "Learn to Forgive and Forget. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family. Days after days passed by. those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. and willed all of his possessions to his son. and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Angrily. "With all your money you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house.. and knowing his father could well afford it." Touching life story. 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. . leaving the holy book.. every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. When he arrived at his father's house. and thought perhaps he should go to him. he told him that was all he wanted. Besides. leather-bound Bible. He needed to come home immediately and take care things. After 1 week. sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son. he raised his voice at his father and said. the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. He had not seen him since that graduation day. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom. but realized his father was very old.. but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely. Forgiving others is the best attitude to take.will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates.. Finally.
. Peter's Basilica 7.) 5. The room was so quiet. 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 . then read. Egypt's Great Pyramids 2. The Empire State Building 6.and we don't have to travel anywhere special to experience them. the following received the most votes: 1. the teacher noted that one student." The girl hesitated.. 4. St.. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. "Yes.." The teacher said.. On the tag was the date of his graduation. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many. (She hesitated a little.. The quiet girl replied. As he read those words. and then added. he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. 7.. to feel. a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Bible. to taste. The Panama Canal 5. to touch.. you could have heard a pin drop. At the end of the lesson.. the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. It had a tag with the dealer's name. a quiet girl. Enjoy your gifts! . The Taj Mahal in India 3. "I think the Seven Wonders of the World are: 1. 3.. to laugh... Though there was some disagreement. "Well. hadn't turned in her paper yet. to see. and the words. the students were asked to list what they considered to be the Seven Wonders of the World. 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.He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible.. China's Great Wall While gathering the votes.PAID IN FULL. With tears.. a little.. just as he had left it years ago. The Grand Canyon in Arizona 4.. to hear. and to love. and maybe we can help. tell us what you have. 2. 6.
and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook." "Sure. or the way the morning light catches one autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground. but I've a favor to ask. Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. "Mom and Dad. on your way to school." The class was completely quiet. or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees. it could be a scent. As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over. I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us. for at anytime it can all be taken away. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me. or walk on the beach at sunset. "Class is over. We must make it important to notice them. or on your way home. . she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students. Every once in a while. I would like to share with all of you. Another one… A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester. For. perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house. That afternoon. "Please look for these things. Go barefoot. Remember." they replied. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. The things we often take for granted. is not the things we did that we often regret. . a thought that is unrelated to class. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double dip ice cream cone. but by the moments that take our breath away. "Each of us is put here on earth to learn. although it may sound trite to some. life is not measured by the number of breaths we take. she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down there. About a week after his death.A Story worth Reading . Perhaps this is the Powers way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day. "So I would like you all to make me a promise. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end. He called his parents from San Francisco. It doesn't have to be something you see. With a gentle look of reflection on her face. but the things we didn't do." Her eyes beginning to water. these things are the 'stuff' of life. and cherish them. From now on. share. "we'd love to meet him. appreciate and give of ourselves. I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband died suddenly of a heart attack. It can be taken away at any moment." . For as we get older. but which I feel is very important. I'm coming home. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. she paused and said. love. find something beautiful to notice. she went on.
I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family. Looking up." said the father. then march yourself to your room and go to bed. Mom and Dad. Please tell me. 300?" The father was furious. The parents heard nothing more from him. 500 an hour" "Oh". The parents in this story are like many of us. I want him to live with us. but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. son. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy. there's someone who won't treat us that way. We have our own lives to live. What do we work for ?? Son: "Daddy. "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. how much do you make an hour" Daddy: "That's none of your business. "Dad. but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know. Why do you ask such a thing?" Son: "I just want to know. they were told. he said. may I please borrow Rs. He'll find a way to live on his own. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go. the son hung up the phone. The police believed it was suicide. A few days later. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live. "if the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or other nonsense. Their son had died after falling from a building. their son had only one arm and one leg. the little boy replied. regardless of how messed up we are. may I ask you a question" Daddy: "Yeah sure. and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives." "No."There's something you should know the son continued. what it is?" Son: "Dad. . beautiful. Thankfully. they received a call from the San Francisco police. and I want him to come live with us. "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. We find it easy to love those who are goodlooking or fun to have around. however." "Son. with his head down." "I'm sorry to hear that. how much do you make an hour?" Daddy: "I make Rs." At that point. They recognized him. or smart as we are.
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.300 you asked for" The little boy sat straight up. "Because I didn't have enough. said the man. started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money. Then." the little boy replied. Have a nice day. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior" The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. "Daddy I have Rs.. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. 500 now. the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. "No daddy. son?" He asked. "Why do you want money if you already had some?" the father grumbled. "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. I'm awake. then looked up at his father. and started to think: "May be there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs. Here's the Rs. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us.. 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. "Are you asleep. those close to our hearts. "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. we pour ourselves more into work than to our family. 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. . the man had calmed down. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. smiling "oh thank you dad!" He yelled." replied the boy. reaching under his pillow he pulled some crippled up notes. And come to think of it. "I've been thinking.Think why you are being so selfish.. If we die tomorrow. seeing that the boy already had money. but now I do.
Be creative. Monica's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook. Write down what it's about next to the line." What he had written was: "Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it. I said what you said but in a different way. Keep the faith and drop the fear. please help. "Life has to be an incessant process of repair and reconstruction. of discarding evil and developing goodness…. take this passbook." 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." The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling… And even more beautiful is. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words. Mother: 'Monica. Face your past without regret.A small thought…. Soon the hat began to fill up. if you want to travel without fear. you must have the ticket of a good conscience. and wrote some words. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. Prepare for the future without fear. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective? Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have. . The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind. With Rs. show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. knowing that you are the reason behind it!! Amazing Story: Monica married Hitesh this day. put some money in.1000 deposit amount. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. Great men say." There were only a few coins in the hat. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. "Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?" The man said. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked. A man was walking by. "I only wrote the truth. Think differently and positively. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. At the end of the wedding party. Handle your present with confidence.. Invite others towards good with wisdom. turned it around. In the journey of life. He then took the sign. Live life with no excuse and love with no regrets. He held up a sign which said: "I am blind. Be innovative. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life. When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry.
. Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and spend it first. huh? One day Monica talked to her Mother: 'Mom.15 Apr: Rs.' Monica thought it was true. we can't stand it anymore. However.200. I've done the first one for you today. I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!' Mother: 'Sure... they started fighting and arguing for trivial things. the more money you can put in. salary raise for Monica .1000. that's no big deal. They didn't talk much.100. . They regretted that they had married the most nasty people in the world.Kind of typical nowadays. and so on.' Monica shared this with Hitesh when getting home. you can know how much happiness you've had. Do the others with Hitesh.7 Feb: Rs. We agree to divorce.1 Mar: Rs. after years. do one thing first.The more memorable the event is. Monica got pregnant .. Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it... first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage . Hitesh got promoted. girl..2000.1 Jun: Rs.. vacation trip to Bali . But before that.20 Mar: Rs. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made. When you look back after years. no more love. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.... This was what they did after certain time: ..300.
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 . and looked. asked him to spend the money before getting divorce.5000. waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account. putting the passbook back to the safe. "When you fall. She left and went home.So she went to the bank.' They hugged and cried. she handed the passbook to Hitesh. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind. She looked. Her eyes were then filled with tears. Instead see the place from where you slipped. I believe the money did not matter anymore after they had gone thru all the good years in their life. she took a look at the passbook record. The next day. How much happiness you've brought me. in any way. Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not ask. She found a new deposit of Rs. and looked. When she was home. While she was waiting. Hitesh gave the passbook back to Monica.
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