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