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SHORT STORIES Thanksgiving One day an expert in time management was speaking to a group of business students and, to drive

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.


Being a mother of two very active boys, ages seven and one, I am sometimes worried abut their making a shambles of my carefully decorated home. In their innocence and play, they occasionally knock over my favourite lamp or upset my well designed arrangements. In these moments when nothing feels sacred, I remember the lesson I learned from my wise mother-in-law. This wise old lady is the mother of 6 and grandmother of 13. She is the embodiment of gentleness, patience and love. One Christmas, all the children and grandchildren were gathered as usual at her Home. Just the month before, Grandma had bought beautiful new white carpeting after living with the “Same Old Carpet” for over 25 years. She was overjoyed with the new look it gave her home. My brother-in-law, Arnie, had just distributed his gifts for all the nieces and nephews – prized homemade honey from his beehives. They were excited. But as fate would have it, eight year old Sheena spilled her tub of honey on grandma’s new carpeting and trailed it throughout the entire groundfloor of the house. Crying, Sheena ran into the kitchen and into grandma’s arms. “Grandma, I’ve spilled my honey all over your brand new carpet” Grandma knelt down, looked tenderly into Sheena’s tearful eyes and said, “Don’t worry sweetheart. We can get you more honey.”

PERFORMANCE APPRAISAL AND FEEDBACK A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits. The store owner listened to the following conversation.

the little boy replaced the receiver. a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Nevertheless. he was the apple of his parent’s eyes. I blew kisses into the box. the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said.. so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of North Palm Beach. and he begged for her forgiveness. Daddy. Then one day. I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now. Father took some cello-tape and covered all the sockets in the house. they would carefully remove the tape and restore it back after the work was . can you give me the job of cutting your lawn?" The woman replied. With a smile on his face. "This is for you. He yelled at her. All for you." The father was crushed. walked over to the boy and said. He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction.. "Oh. Needless to say. Florida." "Lady. I was just checking on the job I already have!" Kiss in a Box! The story goes that some time ago. there's supposed to be something inside it?" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said. The little boy found more perseverance and offered. Daddy. it is not empty. In a very real sense. "Lady. "Lady.The boy asked. The beautiful baby boy was born. I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job. I'll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk. he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree." Again the woman answered in the negative. the wife was overjoyed to know that soon she would be a mother. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold. Daddy. "Don't you know that when you give someone a present. When the boy turned three. The druggist. "Son. who was listening to all this. family or God. but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty." The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn. He would try to stick his little fingers into the sockets in the walls. but they had no child. The couple shared the joy of the baby growing in her tummy all through the nine months. "I already have someone to cut my lawn. friends. OUR BABY HAS GONE A couple had been married for ten years. I like your attitude. he seemed to have a fascination for electric plugs and sockets." The little boy replied. It is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged. He put his arms around his little girl. Every time they needed to use a socket. "No thanks. each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children.

the mother used the vacuum cleaner at one of the sockets. its okay. The wood cutter was confused! Earlier he was supplying coal whereas now it was wood and that too. He said. “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. “This is yours from today. there was heavy rainfall and the wood became wet. he’s left us. he held her in his arms for she had also lost her only child. That’s what destiny had in store for us. One day. It was opened by a poor woodcutter who gave the 'stranger' a warm welcome. Don’t cry because it’s over. found his way to the uncovered socket in the wall. “It’s all over. It’s a package deal. He had no choice but to carry the wet logs of wood to the market to sell it. In the morning. He gave us the beautiful experience of being mother and father. Mother heard the baby scream as the powerful current shot through his little body.done. Love is unconditional.” Their child was not going to come back. 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. Unable to control herself she called her husband and cried bitterly. The ground was full of slush. the king disclosed his real identity and asked him. wet wood! Where was the catch? . the child was asleep in his baby cot. Do what you like with it. By the time she reached him. He offered him his own bed to sleep along with some simple but tasty food. Playfully he pressed the switch with his other hand. The woodcutter was very happy. As dusk fell.” The wood cutter would cut trees and burn them to make coal. He picked up a small pair of scissors and stuck its prongs into the socket. what he could give in return for his hospitality. He’s gone. When she went in for a bath. A minute or two later the baby got up and incidentally. “Honey. The wood cutter being a simpleton asked. He wandered alone in the forest. smile because it happened. Do you think he rebuked his wife for her negligence? No. After that she forgot to cover the socket with tape. But. We have to accept God’s will. When the monsoon season started. Several months passed. because they were too heavy for him to carry to the market place. so it was impossible to burn the wood to make coal. the buyer offered a sum that was a hundred times more than he was paying earlier. It took only a few seconds. But perhaps the joy was meant to be short lived. When he showed the wood to the buyer. they still had each other to live for. our baby as gone” The man drove home like the wind. it was already too late. while taking leave of the wood cutter. he knocked at the door of a tiny cottage in the jungle. All the virtues and vices of your partner come packaged in one capsule.

Well! They got married and lived in the United States. at a party. They shall bless you for it! Incidentally. The older one. called Kim. They were earning well enough to have a very comfortable life. They may have to extend a palm in front of their children for their daily needs and expenses. Shashi was told by a friend. we had gone to Singapore for a vacation. I met your daughter-in-law recently. “Who is she? What does she do?” asked Shashi anxiously. “Mom. I met a girl while I was in the United States and wish to marry her. The son chose his words carefully. “Mom and Dad. they did not expect.” Chorused the fifteen odd children in the coach. we had an elderly tourist guide. We actually burn our bodies at both ends. for a holiday. I LOVE MY PARENTS Shashi and her husband were the proud parents of two young boys. “Shashi. those words that her son had said touched her heart. although. very rich man. now all of you . “I have a condition.The buyer told him that the wood that he had brought was no ordinary wood. She was an absolute tomboy full of vim and vigour. little realizing the value of this precious wood. by now he could have been a very. “Good. She told me a strange thing. During one of our sightseeing tours. the girl. But. “He had said to his fiancé. that was something. They lived in Mumbai. she is a white girl!” Now. Many of the senior members of our society may not be financially independent. it is perhaps too late. But. by the time we realise that we are wasting our lives. 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. Young men and women! Whether or not your parents are in need of financial help. had laid a condition before he had married her. Had he known. make it a point to give them something out of what you earn.” “Oh! What was it?” asked Shashi in surprise. last year. including ours. Most of us indulge in burning our energies in doing futile things that eventually have no value nor meaning. madly in love with her. Let us understand the value of the human body given to us by the Almighty. the better chance we shall have to put to good use our bodies as well as our lives. I have something to share with you. She said that your son. the son was very sure that he wanted to marry. Are you having fun?” “Yes.” The parents were pleased but apprehensive. The sooner we realize. They were an orthodox Hindu family. She said to all the children in the coach. both the boys went abroad. He had cut and burnt hundreds of Sandalwood trees to make coal. But. In the normal course of growing up and pursuing their higher education. 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. Many years later. “Children. it was real Sandalwood! The wood cutter realised what a fool he had been. one day told his parents. your parents have brought you to Singapore.

I believe you lost father when you were young. angan kuti chhawye! Bin pani. Father passed away when I was only eighteen. I mean. When I am the boss. experience and values. but it is good old commonsense. “Ahmed. sabun bina. The meeting being over.” Ahmed paused for a moment and then said. you are miscalculating the overheads. his experience far outweighs ours. he attends office everyday. Nirmal kare subhaye!! This means. They were tabulating the terms of the new agreement for the purchase of steel for the new plant. you can see your picture as the other guy sees it. He groomed me the way my father would have. to the best of their ability. I wouldn’t allow anyone to use that tone with me. everyone better know it!” Ahmed said.promise me. Take criticism in a positive light. Nindak neare rakhiye. to the best of our ability. Nobody’s Perfect. “Who is that old man? Tell him to mind his own business. you shall bring them for a holiday to Singapore!” What a beautiful thought! Our parents give us their best. Rawatji listened quietly in a corner. Suddenly he said in a stern.” The learned Fakir Kabir said. Fifteen years ago. “He is my father!” Ahmed looked into the detail of the calculation and realized that his junior staff had indeed made a mistake. “Age should think and Youth should do. who else can I turn to but Rawatji? Even Baba says. Rawatji managed everything passionately as if it were his own. the client sat with Ahmed in an easy mood. He said. And for commonsense. Go over it again. “My father had started this business house with Rawatji as his clerk. Pobody’s Nerfect. At this age. use it to introspect and improve yourself. He is my mentor. FAMILY means. he even stopped taking his salary. Ahmed was the head of a reputed business organization. experience and values that are at the root of all good decisions. He has an uncanny sixth sense. In turn. Who was that old man and why did you allow him to speak to you like that? As the head of the organization. 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. authoritative voice. in business. it is our duty to give them our best. Steer clear of flatterers. This amount is ridiculous. “Ahmed. He is my worst critic and yet my best friend. You know. keep a critic tucked away in the courtyard of your house. howsoever well qualified you may be. Father And Mother I Love You! POSITIVE CRITICISM Rawatji was the eighty years old clerk in the office of Ahmed.” The client raised his eye brows and said. All they do is massage your ego! . Besides. 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. One day a client was sitting in a meeting with Ahmed. Yes. so how can I be? He sees through the mistakes I make.

there is a man's face on the other side of the paper.” The next day this poor man went to the priest's house again. He was sure she would take the whole day to get it done. Whenever we come across a challenge or a puzzling situation.” The priest thought for a moment and said. you can sell one of your kidneys to him for a fair sum of rupees three lacs. Dad.THE OTHER SIDE A Father was reading a magazine and his little daughter every now and then distracted him." She ran outside to play. “This man would happily pay you two lacs of rupees. in search of good workers. This deal shall not even hamper your good looks. He said “This man is suffering from kidney failure. “Alright. She said that whenever a baby was born in the family (it was an extended family). My late grand-mother never asked. But the little one came back within minutes with a perfect map. “That shall disfigure my handsome face. or I do not wish to live. "Oh.” Then the priest said. Make use of your limbs. There is no dearth of jobs.. This is your greatest wealth. Seek out work. 'Yes'.” This reminds me of what my mother once told me. he tore one page on which was printed the map of the world. If you work and prove your worth to your employer. “My dear. I want to die. the priest had another guest sitting by his side. THE POOR MAN A man. You will be surprised to see an easy way to tackle the problem. You are richer than many thousands of people who are disabled. “I don't want to go through the pain. Good establishments are in fact. look at the other side. Come back tomorrow.. “I am very poor. You only have to say. she said. leaving the father surprised. old. “Is the child normal? Are all the limbs complete? Is the mother alright?” .. All she asked was. I do not wish to give him my eye. To keep her busy. You can earn this money today. God has given you a perfect body. I shall think of something else.” The poor man shook his head and said.” The priest shrugged his shoulders and said. I made the face perfect to get the map right. If you want.” The following day. I am totally disillusioned because I have nothing. who was full of self-pity. come again tomorrow. he shall surely value you. “No. whether it was a boy or a girl. “If you are so concerned about your good looks.. There is always the other side to whatever you experience in this world. When he asked how she could do it so quickly. went to a priest and said.” said the man. You do not know its value. The priest introduced him to a blind man and said.. Please help me to become rich. give me a day to think what I can do to help you to become rich. He tore it into pieces and asked her to go to her room and put them together to make the map again. The world is waiting for you. sick and suffering. if you would donate one of your eyes to him.. Get up and get to work.

They are insignificant and inexpensive. They cost precious little. Now they had discharged all their liabilities. empathy. as the salesman led him to a corner where there was a delightful array of night lights. At midnight the old man woke to answer nature's call. but they are the most important things in our lives. laughter. As the old man was about to sign the cheque for the total amount. love. is not achieving all that you dreamt of. We just need to understand that this is the greatest wealth that God could bestow upon us and so. Let's not overlook them and start valuing them. A normal healthy child is all she asked for. the lady switched on the night light.In a society obsessed with male progeny. it is valuing and appreciating the things you already have. Contentment they say. this was a great attitude. They are family. it is with the small things in life that make the path of our life comfortable and pleasant. The sex of the child was very secondary. It was delicate and beautiful. we should value it and put it to good use. Finally every thing was finalized and the order was placed. It was made of crystal and had candle bulbs in it. Your family and friends are like the night light that provides light when all other lights are off! .' So too. sacrifice etc. But it was expensive. kindness. they moved in. All their lives they had spent on their children's upbringing. “Sir. They then proceeded with the porch lights and the garden lights. After much contemplation they decided to buy it. the salesman said. 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. When the house was ready.” The old man raised his eyebrows. yet most significant and valuable. As they were about to settle down into their cosy bed for the night. 'the most important light. They indulged themselves with a lovely set of bed side lamps for their bedroom. In fact the most important things in our lives are not actually 'things'. One bright sunny day they set out to buy light fittings for their dream house. they selected a simple and inexpensive one and made their way home. So. They selected some simple fittings for the kitchen and the bathrooms. He silently sent a blessing to the salesman who had reminded him to buy what he had tagged. The salesman showed them a lovely chandelier for the drawing room. Soon they slept. THE NIGHT LIGHT An old couple was building a small house for themselves. you have not taken a look at our range of 'the most important light' for your house. Well. so they decided to build a small cottage for themselves. lest we have to regret in retrospect for missing out on them. all of us who are lucky to be blessed with normal healthy bodies are indeed wealthy.

After collecting some dried wood. We use gadgets to execute all the menial jobs around us. They found the hermitage of a sage. They bathed in the stream. he asked the sage to keep the Vaidya there on a permanent basis. This place has fresh air and sunlight. “Tell me. We eat frugally because we eat to live. so they thought that they would heat some water for bathing. they got back. Some young sadhus lived there. En route they stopped at many temples. They slept on jute mats on the floor. We work hard from dawn to dusk. They filled a bucket each and set them near the hermitage. “Let me tell you the mantra of our good health. They stopped over for the night. they spent most of their time in meditation. It was a very cold day. he saw from close quarters. the king's party looked around for a place to spend the night. During the night the king became sick. The Vaidya had to sit idle all the time because no body seemed to fall sick there. “Oh sage! I really don't think that I am needed here. He said that he would provide for a monthly sum to be paid as salary to the Vaidya. “Hush! Hush!” he cried out. Months passed. I am fed up of sitting idle all the time. the Vaidya was put up in the Ashram. pakoras and rasmalais. One day the Vaidya got fed up of his idleness and said. One evening as dusk fell. The sage's people brought a Vaidya (Ayurvedic doctor) to attend to the King. The tiny bird flew away. . Some days passed like this. two of the Sadhus went to the stream to fetch water. They ate mostly wild fruits and berries. They then went to collect fire wood. One day.GOOD HEALTH There was a king called Sheelbhadra.” The sage smiled. Where is there room for any illness to creep in?” What a profound statement! Living close to nature. He along with a number of ministers and courtiers was on a pilgrimage. The Vaidya went on. Most importantly. pastries and cheese puffs. Please ask the King to relieve me of my services. The air was cool and clean. Our rooms are cooled by the breeze of trees we have planted all around. Accordingly. They brought water from the nearby stream to cook. They had left behind their families to meditate and free themselves from worldly attachments. 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. but when it comes to eating. eating simple food and working hard are the three legs of the tripod of good health. They lived simply. not live to eat. the hard life style of the residents of the ashram. In today's world we want to satisfy our taste buds with pizzas and burgers. The king recovered in a couple of days. her beak was in the water. The king offered his prayers at each of the temples. During his stay at the ashram. A little sparrow was sitting on the edge of one of the buckets. All of us here wake up at the break of day. To express his gratitude. wash and clean the hermitage. One of the Sadhus ran forward to scare it away. 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.

"Of course she does! But how does that concern you? The Preacher repeated. the water was going to be used for just bathing. "Panditji.” The argument went on. that one is mine. it is mine. Does your mother sleep with her doors and windows closed?" Gopa looked at him angrily and said. she does. Who knows what reaches God? You are just wasting our time. got up and said rudely." That was the last straw. 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. was able to physically lift the other one and throw him further. Leave my bucket alone. A young man. had the water become impure due to the sparrow's touch? It was drawn from the stream. if you are sure that my words of abuse could penetrate through closed doors and windows. All the water spilled out! Let us look at this objectively Firstly. "Well. but let me ask you something first. "Kill me if you must. Gopa sprang up to the stage and caught the Preacher by the neck and said.” “Of course not." The Preacher asked the youngster to sit down and meet him later after the session was over. what proof do you have that this so called God of yours. called Gopa. to reach your mother." he shrieked. The sadhu landed with a thud and his foot hit the same bucket over which they had been fighting. on this side. listens to our prayers? These are all a means of earning for you Brahmins.” “Why should I leave it. The fellow continued to interrupt and disturb the session. All wild birds and animals would be drinking from it all the time! Thirdly. the Preacher raised his voice and said. The other sage said. "Keep my mother out of this. When he did it for the fifth time." shouted Gopa. Hold your tongue or I'll kill you. They had a scuffle and one of the sadhus. isn't it?" "Yes.” “I put mine. being more able bodied. "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. the first Sadhu reached out to pick up the bucket that had not been touched by the sparrow." Then Panditji said. till they caught hold of each other's neck. That one is yours.When they reached the buckets. “Wait a minute that was my bucket. "She sleeps with her doors and windows tightly shut. that the quantity of water was reduced? Secondly. then how is it that my words of prayer would not reach the Lord who is omnipresent?" . how much water could the sparrow possibly have drunk. Why don't you just wind up your talk now? Enough is enough. "Then do you think she would have heard my abuses?" "Of course she would have and I'm going to kill you for that.

Be sure that God listens to every word that you utter in His praise. The finishing line was a couple of kilometers on the other side of the river. In an organization. you utter no words. It's good to be slow and steady. The tortoise did some thinking this time. He was at a loss for words. The hare sat there wondering what to do. I used those words. methodical and reliable. The hare and the tortoise. They started off. the fast and reliable chap will consistently climb the organizational ladder faster than the slow. This time. Working to your strengths will not only get you noticed. On . but it's better to be fast and reliable. So he challenged the tortoise to another race. continued walking and finished the race. It continues: The hare was disappointed at losing the race and he did some soul-searching. There. The story still hasn't ended. The moral of the story is fast and consistent will always beat the slow and steady. In keeping with his self-made commitment to be consistently fast. and this time the hare carried the tortoise till the riverbank. the hare went all out and ran without stopping from start to finish. someone told me a more interesting version of this story.Gopa's jaw dropped. got into the river. The hare agreed. 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. He even reads your thoughts!" Many a times when you stand in front of the deity in a temple. the tortoise took over and swam across with the hare on his back. He released the Preacher from his hold. and the other fast and still reliable at what he does. one slow. He also listens to every word that you utter for anything and to anyone. Both realized that the last race could have been run much better. That is the version of the story that we've all grown up with. If you have two people in your organization. In the meantime the tortoise trundled along. They started off. had become pretty good friends and they did some thinking together. but to run as a team this time. make sure you do some sort of research. But the story doesn't end here. make sure you create opportunities to give presentations that enable the senior management to notice you. The Preacher got up and put his hands on Gopa's shoulders. But that was the only way I could have made you understand. I'm sorry. and then challenged the hare to another race. The tortoise agreed. make a report and send it upstairs. if you are a good speaker. He thought for a while. but on a slightly different route. But then recently. you pray within your heart. He won. The moral of the story? First identify your core competency and then change the playing field to suit your core competency. He realized that he'd lost the race only because he had been overconfident. swam to the opposite bank. So they decided to do the last race again. methodical chap. by this time. but will also create opportunities for growth and advancement. "My friend. If your strength is analysis. careless and lax. Not only that. the hare took off and ran at top speed until he came to a broad river. and realized that there's no way he can beat the hare in a race the way it was currently formatted.

In life. with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied. well-poised and proud lady. ATTITUDE The 92-year-old. “I already decided to love it . letting the person with the relevant core competency for a situation take leadership”. “I love it. who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock. and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away . or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. Teamwork is mainly about situational leadership. Note that neither the hare nor the tortoise gave up after failures. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged. Jones. my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories. The moral of the story. we perform far better. I provided a visual description of her tiny room. you'll always perform below par because there will always be situations at which you'll do poorly and someone else does well. I have a choice. When we stop competing against a rival and instead start competing against the situation. . sometimes it is appropriate to work harder and put in more effort. “It's good to be individually brilliant and to have strong core competencies. The hare decided to work harder and put in more effort after his failure. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator. "Mrs. the hare again carried the tortoise and they reached the finishing line together.It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. you haven't seen the room just wait. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. So. And sometimes it is appropriate to do both." she replied. The tortoise changed his strategy because he was already working as hard as he could.. They both felt a greater sense of satisfaction than they'd felt earlier. she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. moved to a nursing home today. Sometimes it is appropriate to change strategy and try something different. I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away.” Old age is like a bank account. I am still depositing. There are more lessons to be learnt from this story. but unless you're able to work in a team and harness each other's core competencies.just for this time in my life. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home. petite. Each day is a gift. you withdraw from what you've put in." "That doesn't have anything to do with it. including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. even though she is legally blind. when faced with failure. making the move necessary." she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. it's how I arrange my mind. The hare and the tortoise also learnt another vital lesson..the opposite bank.

son. "Sadness. Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar. You're going to do better than me. When the island was almost totally under. I'm sorry but I just need to be alone now. "But why did Time help me when no one else would?". "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat." But Happiness was so over overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him." Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel. "Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill. please let me go with you. Love then found Knowledge and asked thename of the saviour "It was Time"." PICKLE JAR The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom. She began looking for someone to ask for help. Happiness." Sadness answered. help me please. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled. Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production. knowledge and all the others. When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Then she heard a voice say. Knowledge answered. sadness. I will take you with me. Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank. Love asked. "I'm sorry. including love. Can I come with you on your boat?" Richness answered." "I can't help you". As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar. "Happiness. This old town's mill not going to hold you back. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. Each and every time. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave. Love said. Love began to cry. "Richness. Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity and answered. as we drove to the bank. Love saw Sadness passing. Vanity said. Love asked. Love cried out." It was an elder." Next. Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box. Love realized how much she owed the elder. "Vanity. "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is. "Love. love decided it was time to leave. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name." Then.LOVE Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived. Love was the only one that stayed. "Come Love. When he got ready for bed." . but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere. Dad would look at me hopefully. When the jar was filled. please take me with you. 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. They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck. Love saw Happiness and cried out.

nickels. My dad then explained to me that the mind has a very difficult time processing a negative image. Tammy's mother also noticed us at the exact time my dad did. I always got chocolate. about ten feet below me. laying flat on the ground. I'll see to that. how much my dad had loved me. we grinned at each other." he said. my . The next thing I know. Mom and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa. it came to no surprise for my dad to find me at the top of a 30-foot tree swinging back and forth. I walked over to the pickle jar. I dropped the coins into the jar. as if it had never been removed. "Bart. was also in the same tree." So I did. she yelled out. "But you'll get there. My dad later told me why she fell and I did not. then try to tell the brain not to do what it just imagined. he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm. the bottom already covered with coins." she said softly. "When we get home. it defined. don't fall!" And Tammy did fall. when Tammy's mother felt the gust of wind. happy jingle. poles. So. I could hear the leaves start to rattle and the tree begin to sway. we spent the holiday with my parents. people who rely on internal pictures cannot see a negative at all. My older cousin. I just thought it was fun to be up so high. He'll never work at the mill all his life like me. With a gamut of emotions choking me. About that time a huge gust of wind came over the tree. "Look. I heard Tammy screaming at the top of her lungs. After dinner.Also. My little eight-year-old brain didn't realize the tree could break or I could get hurt. "These are for my son's college fund. POWER OF POSITIVE WORDS As a kid. "The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born. "You'll get to college on pennies. After dinner Susan noticed something and beckoned me to join her." We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream cone. In fact. taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. As they rattled around with a brief. I was always climbing trees. dimes and quarters. and pulled out a fistful of coins." The years passed. and I finished college and took a job in another town. In order for Tammy to process the command of not falling. her nine-year-old brain had to first imagine falling. In my mind. her eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser. When I married. Apparently." He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. Dad always got vanilla. Tammy. stood the old pickle jar. She had fallen out of the tree. She was hanging on the first big limb. I told my wife Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life as a boy. as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier. dug down into my pocket. I scampered down the tree to safety. When the clerk at the ice cream parlor handed Dad his change. we'll start filling the jar again. each and every time. more than anything else. To my amazement. Whereas. he would grin proudly. Hold on tightly. "Tammy. and literally hanging around upside down from the rafters of our lake house. I remember my dad's voice over the wind yell.

Usage of negative words has a toxic effect. Here is a list of Toxic Vocabulary words. This is a classic mistake that parents and coaches make without knowing the damage of this linguistic error. Try: Presupposes failure. Please spread the positivity! . It leaves options for your listener Would Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen.eight-year-old brain instantly had an internal image of me hanging on tightly. Examples: Toxic phrase: "Don' t drop the ball!" Likely result: Drops the ball Better language: "Catch the ball!" Toxic phrase: "You shouldn't ' t watch so much television. If: Presupposes that you may not. Should Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen (and implies guilt." Likely result: Watches more television. Better language: "I read too much television makes people stupid. 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. Notice when you or other people use them. Might: It does nothing definite. Write these phrases down so you will begin to catch yourself as they occur and change them. Can't/Don't: These words force the listener to focus on exactly the opposite of what you want.) 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.

Stop'. It's beautiful. Just then the door opened and he took me out and again placed me on the shelf. This was twice as hot and I just knew I would suffocate. and especially teacups.' He spun me and poked and prodded and bent me out of shape to suit himself and then he put me in the oven. He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf. where I cooled and waited and waited. they asked "May we see that? We've never seen a cup quite so beautiful. "Don't do that. But. 'Not yet. this is much better. "Stop it! I'm getting so dizzy! I'm going to be sick!" I screamed. I never felt such heat. I begged. you will not be able to have tea in a tea cup again without thinking of this. There was a couple who took a trip to England to shop in a beautiful antique store to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. 'Not yet!' Then suddenly he put me back in to the oven. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel. Stop it. and gently said. that couldn't be me. quietly.THE TEA CUP Love this story or not. He only shook his head and said. but had I just left you alone. you never would have hardened. but if I hadn't done that. Only it was not like the first one. 'I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded and patted. I said. the door opened. I was ready to give up. ‘Oh. wondering "What's he going to do to me next?" An hour later he handed me a mirror and said 'Look at yourself." but he only smiled. "Not yet!" Then WHAM! I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. You would not have had any color in your life. pounded and patted me over and over and I yelled out." "I don't like it!" "Let me alone. after I cooled he picked me up and he brushed and painted me all over. I screamed. but if I hadn't put you there. "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. Oh. I cried. you would have crumbled. ‘That's not me. "You don't understand. I have not always been a teacup. I was convinced I would never make it. you would have cracked. But the master only nodded and said. I know it hurt and it was hot and disagreeable in the oven. please. I cried. I yelled and knocked and pounded at the door." As the lady handed it to them. My master took me and rolled me." I thought. . 'Not yet'. Spotting an exceptional cup. There was a time when I was just a lump of red clay. you'd have dried up.' he said. I'm beautiful!!!' Quietly he spoke: 'I want you to remember. and I began to cool. but if I had stopped. I thought I would gag.' And I did. When I thought I couldn't bear it another minute. The fumes were horrible. that felt so good! "Ah. I pleaded. They both liked antiques and pottery. suddenly the teacup spoke. then.

“The Church. He decided to try out the advice of the preacher. stationery. when you feel like you are in a fiery furnace of trials. Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you. He is the potter. What .' The moral of this story is this: God knows what He's doing for each of us. She usually asked for an account of his weekly expenses over petrol. and you are being pounded and patted and pushed almost beyond endurance. I have no control over my anger. sit down and reflect on this story and then. But if you can bring yourself to give up just one of your vices. all your vices shall automatically leave you. Later in the day. get angry. drugs etc. But from today. “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. So when life seems hard. a deficiency of values. Now you are a finished product. not to lie. you can make a start towards a good life. The preacher delivered a sermon on how the vices bring about our downfall. try this. tell lies to parents. After the service was over. In the evening. one Sunday. he was out with his friends. Mom never suspected anything. The prevalent life style encourages youngsters to throw tantrums. have a little talk with the 'Potter'. You'll be glad you did. Others sniggered and looked amused. you wouldn't have survived for long because the hardness would not have held. He said. I am addicted to alcohol and cigarettes and doubt if I can give them up. where were you this morning? All of us went to the Café. They asked him. a gurudwara or a mosque is sacrilegious! One such young boy called Alex went to the church. smoking. Alex was in the habit of giving her an account with inflated figures. Every week he would hike up the account a little so that he could buy himself some alcohol and a couple of cigarettes. Now.” he said demurely. go to nightclubs.If I hadn't put you back in that second oven. she was asking for the week's account. when life seems to "stink". etc. cheat and even kill for the thrill! Going to a temple. He will mould us and make us and expose us to just enough pressures of just the right kinds that we may be made into a flawless piece of work to fulfill His good. a church. food.” Alex opened his mouth. pleasing and perfect will. GIVE UP ONE VICE The younger generation of today has by and large. Alex looked the other way and managed to swallow his pride. Please help me God!” Alex made a beginning. A large number of youngsters are into drinking. “I have many vices. it is very difficult to correct yourself. I shall stop telling lies. he went to the confession box and said softly. I promise to give up one of them. and we are His clay. “Alex. his mother asked him how much he had spent that week. “Children. “The what?” they chorused. 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. Brew a cup of your favorite tea in your prettiest tea cup. One by one. when your world seems to be spinning out of control. Some of them guffawed.” he said firmly. He happened to be very disturbed that day. have pre-marital sex.

but the boy would keep on fidgeting. Tatia was busy looking at the ant that was climbing on to the sleeve of his father. Some of the villagers learnt how to do it too. The villagers would some times visit him and he would tell them about the purpose and value of human birth. Now pour in the oil. He would want to giggle or scratch his nose just when he had been told to sit still.should he do? How should he give her the wrong figures? He was under oath not to lie. He said. “Alright make a wick out of this cotton wool. That's right. She raised her eyebrows. There was a lamp lying next to him along with some cotton. So the following week. he had no money to buy himself a single alcoholic drink. It was a little windy. The villagers would ask him to teach them meditation. No money for cigarettes too! He found that he was sleeping better.” Tatia struck the match. The rest of them just walked out of the doorway. One day. Tatia tried too. The wind was . He had a small hut made from mud with a thatched roof. He tried again with the other matchstick. “Alex. “Now light the lamp with a matchstick.” MEDITATION There was a hermit who lived in the forest a little away from a village. He told them that it was one of the simplest ways to meditate. a much happier Alex stood outside the confession box again. you've been very thrifty this week. there was no extra money with him. The hermit would ask him to sit still and repeat the Gayatri Mantra after him. the hermit was waiting under the Banyan tree for Tatia. The next day. but he would insist that they would have to spend more time with him than just a couple of minutes. Tatia was a mischievous teenager who had endeared himself to the hermit by his naughty yet loving ways. “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. I just had to show the way out to the first one. The hermit saw it all. Now put it into this little brass lamp and spread out its cotton base well. Good. he gave her the correct amount. oil and a matchbox. he noticed the bald patch on the head of the man sitting in front of him. the hermit asked Tatia to come alone the next day. Twist it well between your fingers and make it tight. As a result. but the wind blew it out before he could so much as touch the matchstick to the wick.e. I didn't know that all it took was giving up just one vice.” said the boy somewhat meekly. “Tatia. 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. The hermit said. During one meditation session. The boy would dance around the hermit and sing village songs for him. the rest of them followed suit. That's wonderful son!” She gave him the amount he had spent and a hug too! That unnerved him! Now. meditation on light.” Tatia followed instructions.” he would say. the hermit told the villagers about Jyoti meditation i. For the first time. Two months later. “I have come to thank you. but his mind would travel at a thousand miles per hour. He would tell them that the mind needs to learn to concentrate. that is the first step towards God realization. for making me a different person. He was sure the hermit would punish him for his antics yesterday. he was not getting cranky and had no cause for throwing tantrums. do you really want to learn meditation?” “Yes. if they wished to learn meditation. When the group was about to disperse.

He seemed to be deep in thought and obviously did not wish to be disturbed. But he only succeeded in making more ripples. idiosyncrasies. but if he exposes his knowledge to the world before it is strong enough. this stone throwing. the water is still again. “Likewise. he managed to bring the match to the wick. but the number of ripples that were made in the process were a lot more than before. jealousies. “Does that mean that I can never take this lamp outside?” The hermit picked up a log. “Let's go into the hut. "Yeah." offered the man. He proceeded to set fire to that end of the log by holding it over the little brass lamp. Again and again Tatia lit the match. if we go out again the wind shall blow it out. “The flame is too gentle and weak. “I'll try and shelter the match as you light it. Tatia looked confused and nervous.” The boy said." said the boy. "Look at the water. The boy said. but each time it went out before he could light the lamp. it shall be strong enough to set the whole jungle ablaze!” THE RIPPLES A man was sitting by a lake. after a while. desires etc of the world. Lets take the stone out.” So they went inside the hut. When the fire was burning strongly the hermit said. The mind has to go to a quiet place. There were only a couple of match sticks left in the box.” The boy put his hand into the water and tried to take the stone out. the man said softly. The hermit smiled and said. “Now Tatia. He tried a third time. it is. the man would toss a pebble into the lake. but it went out again." The man tossed a pebble into the water and continued. Similarly a person may learn something about God. He was throwing small pebbles into it from time to time. Perhaps we can do it together. It has to be sheltered from the cobweb of thoughts and desires. Some time later. almost as if it was determined to defy. it becomes quiet." The man continued. rolled a strip of cloth over one end and dipped it in oil. it shall be erased by the tensions. Tatia was able to light the lamp with the first matchstick he had struck." "And soon.faster than him again.” The hermit cupped his palms on either side of the match stick and the boy was able to light the wick. He was able to take the stone out. “Can we go out now?” The hermit shook his head and said." The boy said. A young boy happened to cross by. “What if we want to stop the ripples? The root cause of the ripples is the stone. The hermit smiled knowingly and said. the lamp went out. "Only till I toss a pebble into it now do you see the ripples?" "Yeah. . to withdraw from worldly thoughts before it can experience the light of God. whims and fancies. the mind too has to be taken away from the hustle and bustle and the noises of life. Strangely the wind became stronger. Go ahead and look for it. But as soon as the hermit moved his hands away. The hermit said.” said the man. if we take this flame to the woods and the wind catches the flame. "Good pastime. it is absolutely still. eh?" "Hmmm. He was intrigued to see that after every few minutes or so. The boy went up to the man and said. it's impossible to light the lamp in the wind. Tatia said. "Sure. "they spread further and further.

about the purpose of life. The doctors had told him in no uncertain terms that if he did not behave himself he could start counting his days. Rich food. life style changes. tensions. no tensions. Trivedi followed everything religiously. diet restrictions etc. At the age of seventy four. smoking etc. But if we can stop ourselves from throwing the pebble in the first place. I had a close brush with death when I was thirty four. 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. goodness and value. helpful and loving. That started a series of thoughts.” Before you allow a thought or a piece of information to enter your mind. If a thought enters into it. Slowly. His attitude was always positive. A friend gave me a book. a friend gave him a book to read. It had a poem in it. Too many conflicting thoughts just cause more and more disturbances. He looked at his beautiful wife and two little daughters. medicines. if he were to die? He followed the directions of the doctors. Most important of all he developed an attitude of love towards all. friends. “My dearest baby. he suffered another stroke. no nonvegetarian food. Understandably. he started feeling better and better. Trivedi suffered a heart attack. What would happen to them. a completely changed man. he sat with his grand daughter one evening. No drinking. “It is not possible to stop the movement of the water once a pebble has been thrown into it. Once the disturbance has been caused it takes time to ebb out. For a couple of months.The wise man said. He stayed at the hospital for a month. it is with our minds. As time went by. This is what it said. Time surely is a great healer. but prevention is always better than cure. Any kindness . it creates ripples. the ripples can be avoided altogether! So too. how are you so good? How do you manage to love so many people?” The old man smiled. “Grandpa. it will take its own time to die down. It was then that I learnt how life should be lived. He was sent home with a long list of do's and don'ts. put it through the triple filter test of authenticity. If therefore there be. revealing the crow's feet at the corners of his twinkling eyes. She asked. Slowly and surely he regained his health. all played havoc with his health. no smoking. long hours at work. Even trying to forcibly remove the thought may further increase the turmoil in the mind. THE LAST DAY OF MY LIFE At the age of thirty. He came home. one by one the restrictions started slipping. He fostered love on who ever came his way. relatives and neighbours started seeking his help and advice on various issues for he seemed to be wiser than his contemporaries. If a disturbance has entered into the mind. Four years later. I expect to pass Through life but once. regular walks etc. While he was convalescing.

He put it at an . That being settled. but I have a solution that shall cost a fraction of what you are planning to go in for. for being alive. An uneducated worker said. it so happened that inevitably. the technical head was given the job of devising a method to overcome the problem. There was no soap in there. So. I live each day as if it were my last. Each morning when I wake up. for the empty packs would not get detected by a normal x-ray machine. The process of handling each one separately for this purpose seemed to be very cumbersome. the worker brought a strong industrial fan. For I shall not pass This way again.I can show. How had this happened? How could they ensure that the incident did not occur again? They had suffered enough bad publicity besides having to pay the compensation to the lady. He had obviously learnt and lived it over and over. But eventually they heard him out and agreed to try out his proposal. He recited the poem boisterously without faltering. He proposed an expenditure of a large amount to put this system into place. it was just an empty wrapper! She lodged a complaint against the manufacturer and got her claim. “Excuse me Sir. The next day.” The management hesitated initially. it was discovered. that during the process of wrapping. When she opened one of the packets. The management heard him out and passed the order to release the funds and to buy the machinery that he had proposed. there was a task before the management of the soap factory. she found that it was empty. I live each moment as if it were my last. For I shall not pass This way again. “My precious child.” THE SOAP BOXES A lady bought some bathing soaps from a shop. Let me do it now. So I try to do only that. 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. After a detailed investigation. what I would do on the last day of my life. I thank God. having no bar of soap in them! There was no way to make out the difference between a full wrapper and an empty one. Or any good things I can do to any fellow being. one or two wrappers did get through. for my impertinence.

Guruji!” No answer. “Do you know who I am?” he shouted. his eyes and his arms and all over. In an instant. “Maharaj wants to meet the sage. “Your impertinence is intolerable. The sage looked up and said. The sage said. for a complex problem! This goes to prove that ideas are not the monopoly of the educated. . The sage said calmly. The king decided to pay his respects to the sage there. “Pranam. The king moved his arms up and around to ward off the birds. But the birds wouldn't leave him. Nearby was a hermitage. The love of power shall bring about your downfall. The love of power has blinded you and brought you to the level of a killer. you can come tomorrow. The sage did not look up. They told the disciples there. “Yes. hundreds of birds flew up and attacked the king. He sent his Minister and some soldiers to seek an audience. I do. accompanied by his ministers and attendants. The army halted there for the evening. The few empty wrappers that came through got blown off by the fan! The rest of them went past easily. He spoke louder. “Leave him! Leave him! Come to me my dears!” All at once. The sage said. These birds would have killed you. I rule over them like a king too. “All I ever gave these birds is love.” The disciples said.” That made the king even more furious. The King walked up to the sage. Common sense is seldom common! THE POWER OF LOVE A mighty King was marching home after being victorious in a gruesome battle. He wanted to rest. the birds quietened down and sat meekly at the feet of the sage. A simple solution.angle near the conveyor belt on which the packed soap bars were coming through and switched it on. “Guruji has retired for the day. You are the one who knows not that this power is temporary. The sage was sitting under a tree and scattering bajra seeds all around.” The next morning the King came to the hermitage dressed in his royal finery. I said Pranam!” he said in an angry voice. you are scaring the birds. He said. “Stop shouting. The King was crossing through a jungle. but that's because they love me. “Pranam.” The king was beside himself with rage. no answer. One day another King shall kill you in the same way. I shall behead you just now!” He drew out his sword and raised it to strike the sage. They poked their beaks into his face. “Guruji. Guruji!” Still. He had captured the crown prince of the neighbouring kingdom and killed the King. The king said. You are the one who kills for the love of power. Oh King! Realize the power of love. Hundreds of birds of different kinds were eating and the sound of their twittering filled the air.

The woman said.” she said simply. but not succeeding.” The boy said tersely. you have to help him. Others were dead and never did return. hesitations or semblance of fear she let the young fellow in. a wounded soldier. It's been so many days. But right now. but he is not here. knocked at a lonesome cottage in the sinister darkness. Another young soldier walked in. “Nothing you can do. You need to see a doctor. looking around uneasily. you are under my care. The young man sipped the tea. “Mama!” he called. Should he ask the old woman? If it was enemy territory. you may go if you wish to. She brought him some hot tea and a few slices of bread. He had lost a lot of blood. An old woman opened the door. I'm so happy to have you home. 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. “Oh! It's you my son. “Shall I help you to take that shirt off. The old woman said firmly.” The mother said. Without any questions. making an attempt to get up. applied some ointment and bandaged it. “But. You're not going anywhere. “This is my son. He said brusquely. “Eat. Against his wishes. My son too is in the army. “Mama! Who is that?” She replied.” The boy spoke some angry words but she stuck to her stand. I need help. One such night.” It's not what you gather.but the only power I ever exercise over them is the power of love and it is greatest power on this Earth.” said the soldier. lest you wake him up. maybe I could look at the wound. In an instant he saw the new entrant and realized that he was at the mercy of the enemy. “He's the enemy Mama! You put us all into danger by letting him in. enemy or not. Sit down by the log fire and make yourself warm.” She said. The old lady said. Sleep now!” . Look son.” The young soldier winced and said. she would surely find a way to kill him! Poison him perhaps! He was totally helpless. some disillusioned and some vengeful. He cleaned it up. upon his mother's insistence. he's wounded badly. Many soldiers had died in both the armies.” The old woman motioned to her son and together they unbuttoned the stranger's torn shirt.” The son saw the other soldier and said. The border areas were scenes of death and destruction. some wounded. “Look son. In the morning.” But he knew that he needed help and soon. the son.” “I'll be on my way now. He wasn't even sure. Be careful. Each night the soldiers would return to their barracks. “No way. “I have a bullet in my arm. “Sssh! He's just slept. dug out the bullet amidst a continuous flow of blood. I am all alone here. “That's the best I can do. I'm sure together we can do something for you. I'll do whatever I can to help you. let it be. An hour later there was another knock at the door. if he was in his own territory. The heated exchange of words woke up the soldier.

Only a few of them. Sirish noticed that for a large number of mails. the soldier said to the old woman. son?” Sirish said. As father opened one e-mail. These mails are called spam mails.” he extended his hand towards the son.” It was Father’s turn to ask. but that night he understood the meaning of the term ‘brotherhood of man. Mummy told me that they are just not good for my teeth. the door bell rang and father said. Finally. Finally he said. “We all need someone like your mother. Father asked “Who’s it. He just deleted them. father pressed the ‘delete’ key as soon as the e-mail was displayed on his screen. to tell us that it's the enmity that has to be killed. I’m caught up. not the enemy. For some of them he did not even open the attachments clipped on. what are you deleting?” Father smiled mysteriously and answered. I hope you will too. He didn't know what to say. If you study the whole write up. my child is something that tries to incite you into doing something or buying stuff that we don’t really need. “By Killing the enmity. The soldier said. “Temptation!” Sirish asked. “There was a lady selling chocolates at a discount. TEMPTATION Father was working on his laptop. it was just Temptation. just send it right back. he couldn’t contain himself and asked. You see it’s better to delete it as soon as it comes up. That’s just what I did!” . I promise to try my best. but he had lots of mails to clear so he had brought his laptop home. It was a holiday. He was back in a minute. 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. “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. after the other.” “Yes. don’t reason out. “It’s okay Papa. “Temptation? What do you mean by that?” Father sat the innocent little boy in his lap and said. father read through and typed replies to.” The soldier left. Sirish watched curiously as father pressed the ‘delete’ key over and over again. Papa.In the morning after eating a wholesome breakfast of hot porridge. “Papa didn’t you tell me that when Temptation comes calling. “I'll try my best. so I sent her away!” He continued. not the enemy.” The soldier was unnerved.” said Sirish as he rose to open the door. A short while later. His little son Sirish was watching him. “Temptation. “How can I ever thank you?” She replied. but instantaneously changed the hand-shake into an embrace. “Temptation? What do you mean by that?” The little boy smiled and said.' He knew that only one weapon was needed to kill all enmities. 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. “Papa. And that weapon was LOVE. The ‘enemy' is also made of flesh and blood like us and some of them have hearts of gold.

” Now.” The man said. So he said. water etc. showed up in it! That is what it means to polish your self. “Young man. The second one would some with a cloth and a bucket of water every day. my wall is ready too!” The king went to see the first artist’s wall. the king happened to be constructing a big hall at the rear end of the palace. I too am an artist. when would your work be ready? I am coming to see the first wall this evening. very impressed with the painting and gave a hefty sum as a reward to the artist.” Now. another young man said. “What would you like to make?” The man said. I shall do so. “Alright you may work on one of the walls in the new hall. 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. Lo and behold! The same painting was to be seen on the opposite wall too! Amazing! But true! Each line. After a month the first artist told the king that his work was complete and he would like to show it to the king. “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. Everyone in the king’s court. So how had he done it? The king wanted to know the secret. One day an artist came and said to the king. “Oh King! Please allow me to work on the opposite wall. “Young man. But this man had not been seeing what was going on. The following day a thick curtain was put into place and both the artists got to work. how did you do it?” The lad said simply. each minor detail was exactly as it was on the first wall. “My Lord.” The king said. Just then. The first artist brought in a regular supply of paint. Whatever you . I shall make exactly what that man will make on the opposite wall. 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. Moreover. “Oh King! Give me a blank wall in your palace and let me paint a picture on it. I promise you shall not be disappointed.” So the artist was given the job and he was very pleased indeed. The king sent for the second artist and asked him. He then asked for the curtain to be opened up. including the king and the first artist were intrigued. that was a tall statement. He encouraged artists from all over his country and gave them valuable gifts. “My Lord. oil. But the king loved surprises and he decided to give the young fellow a chance. Then he said. without looking at his work. It will be more beautiful than anything you have ever seen before. on the other side of the curtain. He was very. For when we polish our hearts and souls we see God’s reflection within. The reflection of the painting across the room. It is said that the world is a reflection of you. I am indeed very happy with your work.Setting an example is not just one of the ways of teaching your children.

If my heart did not give love I would die." "May I help you?" asked Arushi.are. She climbed onto his lap and asked. My heart is When Raju break my dolly. Arushi thought he was already a doctor. angry. the world will seem to be that too. Her cousin Rajat who was twenty years old. She wrote her article and gave it to Doctor Bhayia. jealous. as if trying to understand everything! He caught her little hand to place over his heart and said. If you are sad." The Professor in-charge was baffled. When I get new toys my heart jumps. My heart is cracked and breaked when people say a bad things to it. Then why do people fight? . her eyes shining. you write something for me and I'll put it into my work. One day she went to his room and found him studying a big book. hiding his smile and said. the world will look to be happy. "Doctor Bhayia." Arushi sat down to work seriously. "Sir. My heart is soooo big. If you are happy. "Sure. On the day of the presentation. so she called him Doctor Bhayia (brother). that I can put so many people into it. I seek your permission. to share with you. Only God knows how to make new hearts so we should try not to break them. that is what the world will seem to be to you THE BEAUTIFUL HEART Arushi was only seven years old. 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 All of us have biiiig hearts. Then he said. Off you go now. dejected. I am writing an article on the heart for my presentation. Mama says God lives in all hearts.. he read out his article that was a very good piece on the functioning of the heart. Rajat looked at her.. time. There is one like that in all of us. My heart loves all parts of my body. a part of my heart cried and died. My heart does dhak-dhak all the It is in circolatury system and pumps all the blood. restless . what my seven year old sister has to say on this topic." She looked at it curiously. what is this?" He said. "Can you feel how its beating? It works hard all day to pump blood. "This is a picture of the human heart. but all the same he nodded his head in assent. was studying medicine. This is what Rajat read out: 1 red. to speak for another minute.

Little Arushi had seen beyond what doctors see. Let me tell you. It was time for the final verdict. The mike was passed on to the second judge. You have my blessings. You youngsters think that by singing a few numbers here and there you can become singers of repute. I wish you luck. The road is tough but it’s not impossible to conquer. You have immense potential in you. You have sung it terribly! I cannot even count the number of mistakes you have made. the flesh and the blood. There was a thunderous applause from the audience. She fought to hold them back. even we are still learning. The contestants had sung in front of three eminent judges.” It was the turn of the third judge to speak now. The first round being one of elimination brought the number down to ten. Lady luck shall surely smile on you if you continue to persevere. The first judge called one of contestants. we are also like you. Twenty two entries had been selected from the hundreds of entries received. He said. The singers had excelled. What struck the audience was not the final . wept openly. you can make it if you practice consistently. Then the Professor rose up from his seat and started clapping One by one. At the end of the second round. Do you think that people like us who have made a name in the world of music are any different from you? No. The second round. Come out of your Utopia. one is always a learner. In this field. Meera. He said. only five contestants were short-listed. young lady. The lucky five sang in the final round. It was a rare honour to get a chance to sing on this platform. but her eyelids were not strong enough to hold in control the flood of emotions that besieged her. You have to train under the grand maestros. the only difference is that you are yet to become famous. centrestage and said to her. Soon the singing part was over. you were brave to have chosen that song. in front of such a voluminous audience and in the midst of so much talent. for they could not hold back the tears of disappointment. “First of all young lady I wish to congratulate you for having reached the final round. “Well.There was pin-drop silence. you have to practice day and night. The crowd was going berserk with enthusiasm. They had the audience literally dancing to their tunes. But you have a lot to learn yet. started with bated breaths and pounding hearts. She had seen beyond the mechanics. All the young participants put forward their best. Tears streamed down the girls cheeks. men who had made a name for themselves in the world of music. everyone stood up to give a standing ovation. you just need to garner it right. just how it should have been sung. having proved your mettle in such a sea of talent. You need to train for longer hours. Those that did not make it. be happy. But don’t worry. “I wonder what prompted you to choose such a difficult composition to sing.” He went on to sing a line from the same song to show this bewildered contestant. Don’t give up.” The rest of the contestants went through their turns of listening to the opinions of the judges on their respective performances. 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. Good luck to you.

but the attitude of the judges. As the audience walked out of the auditorium. The track cut through the play ground where some boys played Kabaddi. A couple of names were suggested. Mahipal still had some money left over. So. He bought a hundred saplings of mulberry. Important are those who have had the guts to enter the arena. Mahipal on the other hand. Life they say is a rocky road. Inderpal was the Sarpanch of a village. Even if he fails. he told the village elders that he wanted to retire from the post of Sarpanch. . the elders were unable to make a final selection. The village was about a mile away on either side from two different highways. Having discussed the pros and cons of having either of the two as Sarpanch. Karam and Mahipal. They zeroed down on the names of two men. They cleared the track of bushes and trees and beat down the mud to settle it. at least he has had the experience of the journey. 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. Karam set to work the very next day.result. “We shall not cut it. Both of them were considered to be capable young men. There is no greatness in pointing out where and how great men stumbled. He has had the strength to submit himself to a verdict of success or failure. 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. a few were discussing the participants and the results. 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. 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 challenge is to let it not grind you into dust. He employed a contractor who came with a large team of labourers. The small amount that was left over. Mahipal said. When the road was ready. The funds were not enough for making a proper road. It is not the critic who is important. we shall divert the path a little to go by its side. Half way through they came across an old Banyan tree. The old Sarpanch decided to put both of them to test. He has had the spirit of adventure. He had become very old and was failing health. recruited only a few labourers. In a couple of days the contractor reported to Karam that the road was ready. but polish you into a brilliant gem! THE VILLAGE SARPANCH The villages in India have a head-man called Sarpanch. Together the boys planted them on either side of the road. For not all people have the guts to try. They even erected small banks of mud on either side. Mahipal used to buy some sweets and distributed them amongst his spirited team of youngsters.

They make holes and burrows wherever they please. “My daughter is extremely beautiful and your power is unmatched. “Lady.” The Rain God replied with a twinkle in his eye.” So the mother rat went to the king of rats and said wearily. only one who serves is fit to become a leader. “The most essential quality of a leader is not perfection. She would be a perfect bride for you. But if you are looking for a powerful husband. “Oh King! I offer my beautiful daughter to you.” . please make her your wife. She went to the Sun God and said to him. It is his dedication. Moreover. The Sarpanch was especially touched by the gesture of side tracking the old Banyan tree and not axing it. “I am honoured by your proposal. I am indeed moved that you thought of me as a good match for your daughter. for when he comes with his army of clouds. Sometimes it can be funny too! A pretty. Please accept her as your wife. young she-rat was eligible for marriage. 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. She shall make a very suitable bride for you.” The mother rat rushed to the Rain God and said. please marry my daughter. I am completely overshadowed.” THE RAT BRIDE It is good to be ambitious.” The wind God chuckled and said. He named Mahipal as the new Sarpanch saying. I try hard but I cannot move him. “Madam.” The tired mother rat hobbled up to the Mountain God and proposed to him. They showed him the saplings that they had planted. 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. “Please dear Mountain God. The Sarpanch was happy. but being over ambitious can lead to disappointment. “Oh mighty God of wind! Please marry my lovely daughter. Later he went to see the other road. for he is immovable. He was greeted by a whole group of youngsters. credibility and his ability to create a team. When I bump into him. I have to change my track. Mahipal has been able to win the trust of all these youngsters that is why they have followed him. let me tell you that the Rain God is mightier than me. “Dear Rain God. Your power and her beauty shall make a great alliance. The Sarpanch went to see both the roads.” The Sun God smiled warmly and said. A leader is never a leader alone. He along with his caravan of rats digs into my body. the ambitious mother scurried away to the God of Wind and swiftly proposed to him. It looked quite professional and meticulously done. but let me tell you that the king of rats is more powerful than me. “Perhaps you don’t know that the Mountain God is more powerful than me. There is no way that I can defend myself against their sharp teeth. he is a leader of people and that because he and his word are worthy of trust. He was impressed by the perfection with which Karam had done the job. Her mother was somewhat over ambitious and decided that she must find a very powerful husband for her darling daughter. He has been honest to the cause and has shed sweat to involve people and make a team. Why don’t you propose to him?” So.The completion of work was reported to the old Sarpanch.

” . but sometimes she would come along with Bunty and chat with these oldies. the ambitious mother rat realized that her beautiful daughter was fit to be a bride only for a rat. others were healthy. They would often ask her why Bunty had no friends of his age. Some were sick. In life too. A bottle of blood was being transfused into the boy. “Gladly!” So the king of rats married the pretty young lady. Next to his bed was a trolley laden with bottles of glucose and dextrose. it isn’t. She got up and motioned them to come out of the room. one old man who was really missing Bunty. Bunty is sick. The little boy was very thin and weak. He called all the women ‘Grandma’. pressed the door bell of Bunty’s house. it’s good to dream but only if you keep your feet planted firmly on the ground! HOME OF PEACEFUL EMPATHY The ‘Home Of Peaceful Empathy’ or HOPE as it was popularly known was a home for the aged. A worried looking mother opened the door. Sometimes Bunty would play the guitar and sing songs for them. They looked forward to Bunty’s visits just as much as he looked forward to them. Bunty’s mother was usually busy with her household chores. “He’s happier playing with you. It had about thirty residents. Sometimes he would bring yellow daisies for them. There were numerous bottles of medicine. Is everything alright?” The woman hesitated. He loved these old people and he loved to see them laugh. The sight he saw stopped him in his tracks. He seemed to have no friends of his age. She signalled for them to be quiet.” One evening the residents waited for Bunty. He loved to see the Grandpa’s turn into little boys. He would put the daisies into the hair of the old women and into the button holes of the old men’s jackets. Some were active. Bunty. others were confined to wheelchairs. no. “He has just gone to sleep. Next door lived a young couple and their ten year old son. Would you like to come to his room?” The old man followed the lady to Bunty’s room. He’s been struggling with the pain. “Good evening ma’am! I was wondering if Bunty is well. The management would put cane chairs outside. On the fourth day. Tea and biscuits would be served to them. there was no sign of him. They had a grand wedding and the rest they say is history! Finally. 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. There was a nurse on duty. One day he told them about the drama that they had at school. Please don’t disturb him. all the residents would sit outside in the garden. He enacted the various roles all by himself. and all the men ‘Grandpa’. Another day he brought his cricket bat and played cricket with them. The next day too. Perhaps he has got something in common with you.The king of rats blushed from ear to ear and said. I mean. It was a daily routine that these elderly people looked forward to. She would simply say. but he didn’t turn up. we haven’t seen him around for some days. Every evening he would come to the old age home and chat with the residents. “Yes.

tired and weary. each professional. He came to see us everyday. The contractor who owned the apples came to retrieve what ever he could.” She swallowed to hide her tears. He got a chest infection and had very high fever.The lady said. “How could I? They didn’t belong to me!” How true! We are answerable to others later. all that sharing and caring. Bunty is thalasemmic. He was pained to see the truck laid upside down on the roadside. In the wee hours of the morning he got the message that one of his trucks had skidded and overturned on the highway. Most of the apple boxes had split open and the apples were strewn all over the road. 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’. “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. even you never let us know!” “Grandpa. so he opts to play with all of you. I’m really hungry. He’s not able to match up with his peers at school. All the little acts of love. We requested the doctor to give him the blood transfusion at home. while playing games.” As she served him food. He told his elder sister. He never wanted to discuss his disease. “In the hurry. 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. to look in to the matter. I’ve not had a bite all day. It was late in the evening when the truck owner returned home. He used to let them out for the transport of apples from Himachal Pradesh to the plains. It makes him happy. It will take a while for him to get well. The old man said. The Insurance company executives had come to assess the loss. Get me some food quickly. Bunty’s a strong willed boy. but he never let us know. He’d be heart broken if all of you were to pity him. “Every month we take him to the hospital for his blood transfusion. He has very low immunity. I left my wallet at home. Luckily there was no loss of life. Many hours passed.” The old man was speechless. A crane was called to put the truck back on its wheels. she said. “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. At dawn the truck owner went to the site of the accident. so I allow him to see you every evening. “He never told us. One such father was on a business tour to a foreign . Come to think of it. Three days back he contracted a viral.

the boy decided that the best thing he could do was to make his way back to the hotel. you decided to test your son?” “Yes. if you could fend for yourself. for that was the farthest he could pay for. “Lord. without letting him know his actual predicament. I am old now. 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. They went out in the day. The boy looked in the restrooms. even for a moment?” “No. but to no avail.country.” “Did you let him out of your sight. the old man sat in the garden. hoping to find father inside. Why do you not guide me? Why don’t you talk to me sometimes?” Then God replied. He took a bus to a place that was half way to the hotel. you would have seen me. the shops. Do you even know what I have been through? As I sit in this armchair in the twilight of my life. he did not even know the way back.” “Oh! Really? Then why did you follow me all the time?” “I had to be sure you were safe. “Do you remember the day. you did rather well.” “Neither did I! If only you had looked around carefully. Suddenly the boy realized that the father was no where around. I too expect you to find your way home. “I was only a few steps away from you. He had taken his fourteen year old son with him. One quiet evening. Many times he had to ask for directions from strangers. the restaurants and the corridors. looking at the sunset. but he fought them back. only to find that he did not have enough money to pay for his fare back to the hotel. He looked around for him desperately. He marched up the stairs to their room. he tactfully asked the traffic policeman to guide him on how to get there. So. hungry and weary. But no where could he find his father. I must say. I’ve gone through so many ups and downs in life. “I wanted to see. he found his way back to his father! I too expect you to find your way back to your eternal father. He felt tears brimming in his eyes. As the sun began to set. I wonder what life is all about. with no money in my pocket?’ Just then he heard the key turn in the door and father walked in! “Dad. They were walking on a busy road. He sat down and thought. The boy was scared. I was testing you to see whether you could find your way back to me. ‘What next? What should I do? How will I find him in this alien land. He read the directions from the site maps on the way. all the time!” “What do you mean?” asked the boy incredulously. I’m quite proud of you!” Years passed. They were staying at a small hotel. He walked the street up and down several times but could not find his father. The other half. I wonder why you created me and then left me alone in this world to fend for my self. He rummaged through his pockets. Your son did well. he walked. but he was disappointed. to your eternal . It was late in the night when he finally trudged into the hotel tired. Anyways. The boy grew up to be a man and the father became old. He was talking to God.

The old woman looked at the newly born girls and beseeched the Lord. thanks to the large heartedness and vision of a nationalist called Father Peter Peirera. This church belongs to the people. She had to forego her own dinner to buy some milk for them. The contractor went to the house of the old woman .J. he needed a big piece of land a little far away from the city. the scientists name was Dr. And Abdul. The woman was weak and miserably poor. after the service was over.. the officer smiled and said.” Ironically. is none other than Dr. it was used as a workshop for the research programme by the scientist and his team. “Officer. I am waiting for you to find your way back to me because you belong to me. THE TWINS A young woman labourer assisted in building roads. “No!” The officer explained that the land that they were asking for was home to a number of fishermen. A. It would not be possible to give it. ‘yes’. very slowly. the people started saying ‘yes’. in a pool of blood.home! Come my child.” The following Sunday. He had a group of young scientists to assist him.” SPACE RESEARCH A senior scientist was doing space research. Vikram Sarabhai. He was told that one of the woman labourers had died leaving behind two little babies. Father said. if they could shift to another suitable place. Former President of India! All that. the old woman looked after the babies for the night. who was in charge of the church. The only person attending to her was an old woman who was also part of the road building team. approached the Municipal Officer concerned and put in a request for allotment of land for scientific research. “Oh God! What is the crime committed by these poor souls! Who will look after them? Have mercy on them!” Out of compulsion. But this is God’s home. She had just given birth to twin daughters. Abdul made his first rocket there. The God of death hovered around her and soon her painful life drew to an end. you could ask Father Peter Peirera. “Well. the scientist and his students went to request Father Peter Peirera. The old woman put one of the wailing babies to the breast of the young mother. “Well scientific research is much required for our country. numb with pain. perhaps we could request the church management. Incidentally. drop by drop. Another space was allotted and a new church was built for Father Peter Peirera and his people.. He along with one of his students called Abdul. The scientist requested the officer with a smile saying. I shall have to ask them. till the entire crowed agreed unanimously to give up their place of worship. The other baby slept peacefully by her mother’s side. The first response was. She fed it to them. Try your luck!” So. Abdul Kalam.P. In addition there was a church on that land. Then he asked. She was lying behind a bush. As for the old church. for a nationalistic cause.. For his research. The next day the road contractor came. Father Peter Peirera addressed the gathering and conveyed the request of the scientists. “Well! Can we give them the church for the benefit of our country?” Slowly. ‘yes’.

“Sir. When one door closes. These two girls were crying by her side. The girl’s father asked to talk to the contractor alone. The contractor was much impressed by the sisters. When God answers your Prayer. Had the mother not died. The secret that had been guarded by the couple from their own ‘daughters’ should remain a secret. He confirms that you made the wrong choice. Soon he will die. the girl brought her parents and sister. He rushed out of the room. these girls would surely have become labourers too. for he could not bear the stench of the damp walls mixing with the smell of urine and stale milk. He said. He confirms that He loves you. THE LAST JOURNEY A rich old man was very ill and was on his ‘death-bed’. Twenty years later. the old woman would not have come forward to care for them. Let us arrange for a beautiful open-jeep carriage to take the body to the funeral ground.. He knew who they were! But. he chose to keep quiet. He noticed that they both had a mole on the left cheek and looked very. His four sons stood around him. They were probably just a few days old. My wife and I were passing by. Had the young mother not died. I want to tell you that Anubha is my daughter in every sense except the biological one. The eldest son said. The contractor asked the girl to bring her family. God alone knows what is good for each one of us. Finally we brought them up as our own.. When God keeps you waiting.” Then it came back to him! He looked at the girls closely and saw the black moles on their left cheeks.. He confirms that He is waiting for the right time to give you the right thing. The next day. When God denies you your wishes. Another one opens..to see the girls. A very old woman died in a dirty cottage. very similar. We tried our best to find out about their family but to no avail. One of you go and talk to the flower girl to deliver fifty garlands of fresh balsam flowers so that . the young son of the contractor brought home a beautiful girl. He told his father that he wanted to marry her. “Father has only a few breaths left now. And had the old woman not died. He handed out some money to the old woman and mumbled something under his breath. The wedding was fixed.

I don’t need a carriage. Each one of them was exquisitely formed. And. adding some asparagus ferns and silver strings. They were not at all pretty to look at. She strung the roses into an exquisite garland. Also order a set of new clothes for him. “Why to order the flowers? They shall rot in this heat anyways. Our father has lived like a king. He wanted to leave behind enough wealth to make them comfortable for a long. “We hope to be able to spread our fragrance to more and more people. The roses on three of the bushes got talking. down the road? It shall not cost as much as the jeep carriage. The carriage shall cost us dear. but their unique selling point was their shape. the gardener came and cut the rose stalks. 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. Surely that should be more economical. The roses on the first bush were blood red in colour. The very sons for whose sake he had toiled all his life! For them he had scrimped and scraped for years to give them a good life.we can decorate the arthi nicely. He won’t even know. After all what does it matter to a dead man. we can put him on a cot and carry him on our shoulders.” The third son was even thriftier. long time.” The second son said. The garland stringer chopped off the stalks and leaves. He said. “We wish we could be given to a beloved. The second bush had roses in yellow with pink streaks. “If one of you will kindly bring my shoes. like a King. do we really need the new clothes? He is going to be dead anyways. So. an ambulance or a cot. Why don’t we just ask for the ambulance from the ‘Jeevan Hospital’. “Why bother with the ambulance and the flowers? The funeral ground is just behind our house anyway. whether his last journey is in a fancy carriage or in an ordinary ambulance?” The youngest son was craftier still. 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. Each fold and each petal was a sculpted masterpiece. I think my shoes are enough for me to walk out of here.” The roses on the second bush said. The red roses said. I don’t need help from anyone of you.” The roses on the third bush said softly.” The old man happened to be listening to this conversation between his sons. for red roses are the ultimate expression of love. We are four of us. “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. It’s only a short distance from our house to the crematorium. I’ll just go by myself. He sent them to a florist. shapes and sizes. but they were extremely fragrant. we should be displayed for people to see and admire. he must go too. Two beautiful . “We are so perfect.” The next day. He said.” THE ROSE GARDEN Spring had brought new life to this beautiful rose garden. The third bush had soft light pink roses known as desi-gulab or wild roses.

They were almost beginning to rot and their dreams of giving fragrance to people seemed to be quite impossible to realize. glancing at their expensive wrist watches and talking sixteen miles to a dozen. The mother shook off all the petals into a huge basin of water. The red roses were happy for they had been used by the lady as an offering of love. Many devotees saw the exquisite garlands and wowed at them.garlands were made and delivered to the rich old lady. The entire set up was placed on the centre table of the entrance of a hotel. Perhaps you could identify . The red roses suffered a setback to their vanity but made up for it because they soon realised their folly. The red roses swelled with vanity. The priest used the fragrant rose water to wash the feet of the Lord and also to sprinkle on devotees to shower blessings on them. The red roses cried. The petals lay immersed in the water for days. That bunch was left sitting in the shop of the florist for days. When the flowers were totally dry. Eventually they wilted and the hotel cleaner dumped them into the garbage along with the rotting peels of vegetables. “Oh Krishna! Oh Radha! We are sorry for being vain. Here is some food for thought. The roses were proud for they were the centre of attraction for all to see. We were too caught up in pride to enjoy our closeness with you. but only a few people had time to stop by and admire their perfection. that is of utmost importance. but they were happy! What about the perfect yellow roses? They spent all their life waiting for recognition and admiration. holding their cell phones. The roses wept for they felt dejected and useless. The end that you eventually meet with depends upon the road you choose to take for the journey. 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. A group of young workers were deputed to hand roll the mixture onto fine sticks. Please Lord! Give us another chance to serve you. but the physical and the mundane. The red roses’ vanity was burnt away and they were reduced to nothing. Find your focus. 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. 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. egg shells and chicken bones. whereas the yellow roses thought about nothing. The next day the priest removed the garlands from the deities and cast them away in a corner of the temple. for no one seemed to want to buy them. deep in conversation.” The roses beseeched the Lord. to none other than Radha-Krishna the proverbial lovers. She offered them with devotion to Radha and Krishna at the temple. A man saw the wilting red garlands. Others hurried past. They added some powder to the water now and then so that it would not start stinking due to stagnation. Aggarbattis were made! They were used in the temple to sanctify the area with their aroma. He picked them up and put them in the sun to dry along with many other flowers that had been laid out for drying. Please do not caste us away. The yellow roses preened and smiled. Eventually the florist gave them away for free to the girl who worked in the shop. The wild roses were focussed right from day one. The girl took the roses home and gave them to her mother. Even their cries could be heard by no one. they were crushed to a fine powder and some glue like substance and some oils were added to them. Busy executives rushed past. but no one came forward to listen to their cries. Let us pause for a moment to look into the fate of the little pink roses.

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. you are smiling and others are crying THE SON’S PORTRAIT Kripa had become old. The pain had been too much to bear and he had lost the will to live. It said.. One afternoon. rummaged through his worn out pockets and said. we will stand by you. .. Three .e.. There were no takers. “If there is anything that we can do to help. cut it open and pulled out the Will. Two .with either of the roses and in case you are on the wrong track.” Kripa was a connoisseur of art. The portrait is yours. “You are not alone. Live your life such that when you are to go. the old lawyer put up the portrait of the deceased son that had been presented by the soldier. “The entire collection of paintings shall be inherited by the buyer of my son’s portrait..” So saying. The walls of his beautiful house were adorned with masterpieces of great value. The old family gardener came forward. Again and again the lawyer called out for someone to name a price. Marina’s world had just crumbled to bits. do let us know”. She had no work experience.” The lawyer counted “One .. she was totally a home-bird.” That was the end of the auction. but this one touched his heart. Most of them offered. this portrait of his son first of all. The rest of the property may be auctioned and the proceeds used for setting up an orphanage for the orphans of war. “Before I read out the Will regarding the inheritance of the property. His lawyer had a letter that was to be read out after the cremation. She had a fourteen year old daughter and an eleven year old son.. i. Their savings had been spent to the last penny in trying to save him. please accept it as a gift. He had lost his only son in a battle. Friends and relatives came to console her. “I can pay Rs. It was put above the mantelpiece in a place of honour. The lawyer said. you were crying and all those around you were smiling.. I have been directed to put up for auction. I have painted a portrait of your son. Sorrow and age had wrought havoc on his face and dulled his vision. 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. because he came in the way. actually hit him. his collection of master pieces. Many years later.27/. a visitor knocked at his door and said “Sir.” Then he reached into his pocket and took out an envelope. Gone. I was with him when he died.”.for it. I owe my life to him. I have special instructions regarding his most valuable property. So it is with the Lord. Kripa passed away. but no one wanted the crudely painted picture. His body had become infirm and weak... If only we show love towards those whom He loves. The bullet that was meant for me. I was also a soldier in your son’s army regiment. I must auction out the vast collection of paintings and utilize the sum as directed in the letter. this could just be the right time for you to change your track.

” A week later Marina applied for a job as a salesgirl.. but you are really not the type. It may be something else. 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. “Yes honey. “Oh God! Why did you do this to us? How shall I tend to my children? Please help me for I am absolutely alone. you have to have a certain personality to look after such a job. to turn your thoughts away from all your problems and leave everything into His hands saying.” When at last you realize that God is all you have left. for the warden was supposed to be present all day. Suddenly she said. if I eat it. whatever you say. but she is just not the obliging type. I mean. Till one night. She cried her heart out and prayed.” She cried herself to sleep. Thy will be done. when He asks you to surrender your problems to Him and forget about them. 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. In her dream she saw God smiling at her and blessing her. I would have spoken to the Principal for you. in a women’s garments store and asked a relative to put in a word for her.. But. “See that you . Grandma looked disgusted at the attitude of the mother.” The girl said. Her expenses seemed to soar whereas her resources dwindled. she would definitely throw up. Mother was equally adamant.A month later.” This went on. hollow words. Now gobble it up.” The girl put a spoonful of jackfruit into her mouth and made a face as if she was tasting poison. “Okay. She was offered the job. if you continue to worry about them. To surrender means. Just finish it fast and tell me what you want. The tension was unnerving. but if there is anything else. they really won’t listen to anyone. The little girl had her eyes and her plate full. The next morning she found an advertisement in the newspaper for a walk-in-interview to fill the post of a warden for a Boarding school. The friend said. all her problems were solved! It is only God who stands by His words.. 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. so he watched in silence. With one stroke. The mother said. She refused to eat the jackfruit. He does not take over. will you grant me a wish?” Father grabbed the opportunity to resolve the situation and said quickly. Marina requested one of these friends to help her get a job as a receptionist at a local school. The next instalment for the school fees of her children was due in a fortnight.. meaningless endearments and lame excuses. Marina broke down. I’ve given you my promise. “It may not be a ‘thing’. “Lord.” Father said. The poor child looked at the revolting mass in her plate and felt that if she ate it. “Don’t worry.. “Actually Marina. provided she could move into a residence at the hostel premises. the owner is my friend no doubt. The school provided free education to the wards of their employees! The school mess would also provide free meals to her wards and herself.. I’ll get it for you. I’m always willing to help. “You see Marina. Today’s menu for lunch was jackfruit and curd with Roti. The house rent was grossly overdue. She walked into the interview room with the confidence that stems only from God’s presence in you.

“But. “But darling you shall look obnoxious. “I want to get my head shaved!” Mother’s spoon fell from her hand. this is quite a ridiculous thing to ask for. She promised my son that she would get her head shaved. Daddy’s heart melted. Why don’t we buy you a nice Barbie doll instead?” “But I don’t want a doll. washed it down with a whole glass of water and then said quickly. I just want to get my head shaved. It was a bargain. they are gifted to us by God. During the chemotherapy he lost all his hair and was refusing to come out of the house. although he could not make out head or tail of why she wanted to do such a weird thing. Father was surprised to note that the boy too had no hair on his head. “Look my child. it’s just a bowl of jackfruit. He was afraid that the other children would make fun of him. Silly girl!” said mother. For once Grandma seemed to see eye to eye with her daughter in law but chose to keep silent. “Who ever heard of a girl getting her head shaved? I will not allow it. You gave me your word. You have always taught me about the value of honouring your word. It’s not such a big deal after all!” The girl ate it all up. She tried to smile bravely and said. He did not understand.” he said. saying that she too would come with her head shaved to make sure that no body laughed at him!” That is love! Pure and simple! No strings attached! Truly.” Daddy said. what about that now? You are going back on your word. she will never learn to honour hers. A short while later a boy came to the park. don’t even dream about it. we just have to realize how precious they are. After all. “Oh no! My son did not have to get his head shaved. What’s the big deal about it?” Mother said. “You have quite a daughter. Later in the evening.” But the girl was adamant. And how does it matter anyway? Its just hair! It will grow back. he took her to the park to play as he did every evening. “Daddy you promised me. with a clatter and grandma almost fainted. THE ROSE BUD A young boy wanted to learn music.” Father stood his ground. You see he has leukaemia. It’s so unfair!” she said in a trembling voice. He visited a renowned music teacher and expressed his desire to him. why did your son have to get his head shaved?” he asked. “No. But I never thought she would actually live up to it. He had a good voice and he wanted to train to become an Indian classical singer. If we do not honour our word. apparently the bald boy’s mother came up to him and said. Father said. the most precious things in life can not be made or bought. “What rubbish! That’s impossible.don’t go overboard in asking for a wish. now don’t be unfair to her and stop making a fuss!” Father took the girl to the barber and got the job done. “She has done her part. so that the other children at the park would not jeer at him. be reasonable and I shall surely let you have your way. The teacher conducted a preliminary test on him to guage his talent . “You had your way. was this the latest fashion or what? Just then a lady. He said.” The man was even more confused now. Looking at the little girl’s tear filled eyes. But your daughter coaxed him on the phone to come today.

He took out his packed lunch and ate it. ” By now. He walked up slowly but surely. “Guruji. lest they are poisonous. The number of days it takes to unfold its petals to become a full grown flower. They skipped along with him and showed him the best path to take.. He wept. but seeing the children eat. this bud.” That evening. However. it shall never become a perfect rose flower now. He washed the wound and dressed it up. The pine cones looked like . He was wary of eating them. “Well. A stray dog ventured near him. The inner most that were just beginning to form. whistling a merry tune to himself. perhaps the bud was in too much of a hurry. I am the cause of its present state. I pried it open. I cannot give back its babyhood to the bud. “Guruji.. He stopped to feed the squirrels and the birds.and decided to give him a try.. “Look son... He met some village children on the way. others fell off. I have made a mistake. The man noticed that the dog was bleeding. They showed him the rarest species of mountain undergrowth that only the locals know of. A man decided to go for a trek to the top of the mountain. He went on further uphill. that’s the number of years you’ll take to learn. The young man filled up his haversack and strapped it on to his back. Every now and then he stopped to admire the flowers and the trees. The lovely spruce trees looked rich and green. “I’ll soon learn everything there is to learn. He called the boy and said.?” The teacher said. Hurry has now become a cause for worry. how much time would I need to train under your guidance. He gave them some toffees and chatted with them. “Guruji. Please unfold me petal by petal at your own pace and will. got crushed into the stamen. the boy went and squatted near the bush. smiled inwardly and thought. The children plucked wild berries off the trees and offered them to the man. the boy asked the same question. It had hurt its leg. was in a hurry to bloom from a bud into a flower overnight. till he reached the top. that depends upon how much work you are able to put into it. The boy asked. But one thing you can be sure of. hard he tried. its not going to be a short time. how soon can I become a singer?” The teacher said. The spring in his step matched the spring in the air. it seems.” The boy. He took out his first aid kit and carefully reached out for the poor mongrel. he ate them too. “Do you see that rose bud on the bush outside. the boy was in tears. how much time. Just look at the state of its petals. it’s not the buds fault. It would have spread fragrance all around and its beauty would have lent splendour to our garden. Had the bud grown naturally it would have been beautiful at each stage of its life. he threw some tidbits to the rabbits too. The man continued his trek up the mountain. Slowly and carefully he tried to open up the petals of the rose bud to make it look like a flower.” TREKKING IN THE MOUNTAINS Spring was in the air. But. whining. but I promise to let you shape me as you wish. The flowers in the valley and on the mountain were in full bloom.” A few months later. He started his trek uphill. I am determined. because singing is about learning more and more each day. some of the petals got torn and mutilated. even as long as you live. It seems to have outdone its potential to grow. Everything around him looked so happy. The next morning the teacher saw the plight of the rose bud and understood what had happened.

The dog seemed to understand that the man needed help. Tarun hammered in a nail and then went into a reverie. what would you like to be when you grow up?” He answered. causing it to bleed. “Here. He realized that he may have to spend the night there. but his mind would wander from friends. to games. but he just couldn’t walk. “I don’t know father. But the day-dream came to a rude halt as the chisel went into his heel. try your hand. In the evening they went to the temple. because he was fed up with his studies.” That afternoon the doorbell rang and Tarun opened the door to a carpenter. “Son. He was making masterpieces of furniture in teak and mahogany. His favourite pass time was day dreaming. So too it is in life. As the sun went down he realized that it was time to go back.” Tarun started excitedly. New idols of Goddess Lakshmi and Lord Vishnu were being installed. He licked the foot of the man and then limped away. can I hammer the nails in?” “Sure. Half way down. like an injured puppy. to food.” and went outside. Tarun asked. One day his father asked him. look around at different people working in different vocations and try to plan your future. He yelped in pain as his ankle got twisted. His little acts of kindness and love had won him enough friends to help him when he was making his descent. CONCENTRATION Tarun was always unhappy. He was all alone. Tarun yelped in pain. . with his books open in front of him. so he could never hold his mind onto the subject that he was supposed to be studying. “Will you teach me how to make statues?” “Why not!” said the sculptor. It is important to be nice to people on our way up for we may need them on our way down. Just then he saw the stray dog looking at him. He basked in the sun for a while. How beautiful they looked! The sculptor was fixing the pedestal as many people looked on in awe! Tarun asked the sculptor. He lacked concentration. to holidays and so on. “Please. He started his descent.” said father. Now what? He applied some balm to his ankle and tied it up.” “Well. The air was cool and pure. Some time later the dog was back. the children helped him to hobble back. “Today wherever you go. I never thought about it. Soon he was transported into a world of exquisite marble statues that he had sculpted. The children recognized him as the toffee-man. nursing his swollen thumb.nuggets of gold hanging on the trees.” beamed the carpenter. He saw the bandage that he had earlier applied to him. Tarun watched the carpenter with fascination as the latter sawed and nailed the wood together. Together. followed by a group of children. he slipped and fell. to films. He would sit on his study desk. His father had called him to repair a window that had broken in the storm last week. He placed the stone between his feet and carefully wielded the chisel and hammer. all the way down the mountain. take this stone and try to cut a straight line through it with my chisel and hammer. to foes. How grand those armchairs looked! Till “Ooow!” he yelled! He had banged his thumb with the hammer! He mumbled “Sorry.

“Hey Tarun! Have you thought about what I asked you?” “Yes father. where they decided to take a bath. You shall have to report to me at 5 a." They kept on walking until they found an oasis. festivals etc. got stuck in the mire and started drowning. But. but without saying anything.” So.. offerings. but the friend saved him. After the friend recovered from the near drowning. I'd like to hear them. All that these people have to do is to offer food to the Lord and shake the bell. any vocation is good for you. he went up to the priest and asked “Panditji. The one who got slapped was hurt. there was no respite in any profession. wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. you write on a stone. can I work with you?” “Of course.” Poor Tarun. we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it. If you are a hardworking person and can work in earnest. prayers.” said the fat Brahmin.000 people attending. fasts. The one. "After I hurt you. about a month later. A few years ago. At the end of her speech. you can master any trade! Sand and Stone A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. when someone does something good for us.” said Tarun earnestly.. Her talk was on creating memories for the customers so they would want to come back. and one friend slapped the other one in the face. "Barbara. Just then he heard his father. she gave out her email address and phone number.He eyed the temple priest’s large belly and thought to himself." The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him. Barbara gets a call from a young man who introduces himself as Johnny. "If you have any great service stories. “I shall give you a book of the shalokas that you need to recite for yajnas.”Well. and said." Johnny the Bagger (A True Story) Barbara Glanz is a speaker and author. And they get so many nice things to eat in return. she spoke at a convention for a large grocery chain with over 3. you wrote in the sand and now. During some point of the journey they had an argument. He said. What should he do? Concentration was required for being a carpenter or a sculptor or even a temple priest. in the morning after having completed your morning ablutions. I heard what you had to say about service. “Surely I can become a priest.m. who had been slapped. we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. “I’m going to be a good student. and I like it! I'm just a bagger in the . why?" The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us.” Sure! If you are a good student. he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE. How on earth could he possibly learn all those mantras? He could not concentrate on the answers in his science book.

'I hope you enjoy my quote of the day. Across the stream. he was emotionally. If you had a diamond the size of your fist. I went to the back of the line and suggested that customers move to another checkout. but now I come 2-3 times just to see the smile on Johnny's face when he drops in his favorite quote. He says. I decided that I like sayings.store and I have Downs’s syndrome. however we'll never make the emotional connection with the customer unless it begins in our heart. I'll cut out the quote in strips and sign my name on the back of each one. and my dad and I will print it out on the computer. the person who had bought his farm was watering the camels at a stream that ran through the farm. I went out into the store and noticed that one line was three times longer than the others. you won't believe what's happened at our store. I round up my team and tell them what Johnny has done to give our customers more than they expected. I'll just drop a strip right in their bags and say. “Barbara. He got so disheartened that he threw himself into the Barcelona River and committed suicide. so each day I'm going to pick out one that I like. In fact. I see the lady in the floral department cutting off her broken flowers and pinning them on the elderly women in our store. He was happy because he was content. He was unhappy because he was discontent and discontent because he was unhappy. The next morning he made arrangements to sell off his farm. took care of his family and went in search of diamonds.' What do you think. I think that's a wonderful idea!" A few weeks later. The wise man said. Barbara?" Barbara said. Barbara? It happened for one reason…Johnny decided to do something!” When it comes to service. Barbara gets another call…this time from the store manager. and talking to his customers. Our guy in the meat department loves Snoopy." And then he went away. The next day when customers come through. and it seems like everyone in town is talking about us! And you know what. When he got to Spain. you could have your own city. the rays of the morning sun hit a stone and made it sparkle like a rainbow. one lady said. "If you had a diamond the size of your thumb. we all have our unique gifts to give. A Inspirational and Motivational Story . so he was putting his favorite Snoopy stickers on the packages. He looked all through Europe and couldn't find any. He thought it would look good on the mantle piece. physically and financially broke. 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. but I wanted to think of a way I could make a difference. Back home. We're having the time of our lives. He was unhappy and he was discontent. That night the farmer couldn't sleep. 'I used to come here once a week. That afternoon. you could probably own your own country. One day a wise man came to him and told him about the glory of diamonds and the power that goes along with them. everybody in our store is finding creative ways to put their mark on service.ACRES OF DAIMONDS There was a farmer in Africa who was happy and content. He was content because he was happy. "Johnny. .' So the next day. He picked up the stone and put it in the living room.

They found that the farm was indeed covered with acres and acres of diamonds." said the lieutenant. worth it?" responded the Lieutenant. "Because that is a diamond. Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire whizzing over his head... All we need to do is recognize it. The grass on the other side always looks greener. "I told you it wouldn't be worth it. The next one may be better or worse. "Your friend is dead and you are mortally wounded. When people don't know how to recognize opportunity. no." "It was worth it. I'll show you. "No. Sure enough. but it is never the same one. I KNEW YOU'D COME.. A Story to Share ." They went and picked some samples and sent them for analysis. Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your life away. When our attitude is right. I recognize one when I see one.True Friend Horror gripped the heart of the World War 1 soldier as he saw his lifelong friend fall in battle. We don't have to go anywhere." The lieutenant's advice didn't matter. and then looked kindly at his friend." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- . "What do you mean." The man said.* What is the moral of this story? There are five morals: 1." he said. Sir" the private answered. While we are dyeing the grass on the other side. sir. "but i don't think it will be worth it. they complain of noise when it knocks. 4. They would be happy to trade places with us. we realize that we are all walking on acres and acres of diamonds. and the soldier went anyway. "JIM. why do you ask?" The wise man said. "You can go. Miraculously he managed to reach his friend. the officer checked the wounded soldier. 2. though.. hoist him onto his shoulder and bring him back to their company's trench. there are others who are dyeing the grass on our side.That afternoon the wise man came and saw the stone sparkling. There are many more. He asked. 3. The same opportunity never knocks twice." said the soldier.. "But it was worth it because when i got to him. Come. the stones were diamonds. Opportunity is always under our feet. that's just a stone I picked up from the stream. "Is Hafiz back?" The new owner said.. "Your friend is dead" "YES.. 5. he was still alive and i had the satisfaction of hearing him say. the soldier asked his lieutenant if he might go out into the "no man's land" between the trenches to bring his fallen comrade back. As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench..

But just as the executive was about to hand back the check and share his success story. But instead.000. "I'm so glad I caught him!" she cried. the old man appeared. Within a few months. "I believe I can help you. the executive decided to put the un cashed check in his safe. then one of the richest men in the world! "I can erase my money worries in an instant!" he realized. The business executive saw in his hand a check for $500. Rockefeller. Creditors were closing in on him. the old man said. buying and selling. It all lies in what we see it as." he said. 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 sat on the park bench. A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game. Exactly one year later. "I can see that something is troubling you. He closed several big sales. All year long he'd been wheeling and dealing. stunned. It was his newfound self-confidence that gave him the power to achieve anything he went after.” And she led the old man away by the arm. convinced he had half a million dollars behind him. he realized that it wasn't the money. Suppliers were demanding payment. Suddenly. He's always escaping from the rest home and telling people he's John D. so the number of potatoes that a child . a nurse came running up and grabbed the old man. and you can pay me back at that time. At the agreed-upon time. "I hope he hasn't been bothering you. Suddenly an old man appeared before him. After listening to the executive's woes. wrote out a check. Just knowing it was there might give him the strength to workout a way to save his business. Rockefeller." He asked the man his name. "Take this money." Then he turned and disappeared as quickly as he had come. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. The astonished executive just stood there. he negotiated better deals and extended terms of payment. that had turned his life around.Worth Reading… A business executive was deep in debt and could see no way out. he was out of debt and making money once again. head in hands. From the above story we can make out that Confidence is nothing but vision held positively no matter what. he returned to the park with the un cashed check. wondering if anything could save his company from bankruptcy. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates. With renewed optimism. and pushed it into his hand saying. he thought. Meet me here exactly one year from today. Whether actually it is there or not doesn't matter. real or imagined. signed by John D.

but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely. When he arrived at his father's house. After 1 week. sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son. and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Days after days passed by. on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. leather-bound Bible. "With all your money you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house. He needed to come home immediately and take care things. and thought perhaps he should go to him. A young man was getting ready to graduate college. The teacher asked: "How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for 1 week?" The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go.will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go.. Forgiving others is the best attitude to take. . the children were relieved because the game had finally ended. Curious. every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. 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. Before he could make arrangements. and knowing his father could well afford it. Some had 2 potatoes. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week. 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. Besides. but realized his father was very old. Angrily. Finally. and willed all of his possessions to his son. He had not seen him since that graduation day. those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family. So when the day came. he raised his voice at his father and said... He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. he told him that was all he wanted. and told him how much he loved him. some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car." Touching life story.. leaving the holy book. Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. "Learn to Forgive and Forget. he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away. As Graduation Day approached.

and we don't have to travel anywhere special to experience them. hadn't turned in her paper yet. Egypt's Great Pyramids 2.. to touch.PAID IN FULL. a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Bible. he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many. then read.. The Panama Canal 5.He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible.. May this story serve as a gentle reminder to all of us that the things we overlook as simple and ordinary are often the most wonderful .. the following received the most votes: 1.. tell us what you have.. How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? The Seven Wonders of the World Junior high school students in Chicago were studying the Seven Wonders of the World. 2. "I think the Seven Wonders of the World are: 1.. The Taj Mahal in India 3. to laugh. just as he had left it years ago. the students were asked to list what they considered to be the Seven Wonders of the World. 4. 6. to feel... to taste." The teacher said. "Well. The room was so quiet. and then added. The quiet girl replied. a quiet girl.. St. you could have heard a pin drop. (She hesitated a little. 3.) 5. Peter's Basilica 7. Though there was some disagreement. the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. the teacher noted that one student. It had a tag with the dealer's name." The girl hesitated.. The Empire State Building 6... 7. As he read those words. and to love. a little.. Enjoy your gifts! . On the tag was the date of his graduation.. The Grand Canyon in Arizona 4. With tears. to hear.. China's Great Wall While gathering the votes. to see. and maybe we can help. At the end of the lesson. and the words. "Yes.

or on your way home. is not the things we did that we often regret. From now on. Go barefoot. . or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees. love. but which I feel is very important. "Each of us is put here on earth to learn. Perhaps this is the Powers way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day. Remember." . With a gentle look of reflection on her face. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double dip ice cream cone. although it may sound trite to some. As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over. About a week after his death. For as we get older. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me. I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband died suddenly of a heart attack. a thought that is unrelated to class. she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students. "Class is over. appreciate and give of ourselves. I'm coming home." "Sure. Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. for at anytime it can all be taken away. but the things we didn't do. "we'd love to meet him. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy." Her eyes beginning to water. Every once in a while. It doesn't have to be something you see. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. she went on. For. she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down there. He called his parents from San Francisco. it could be a scent. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end. and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook. "Please look for these things. share. That afternoon. but I've a favor to ask. Another one… A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. or walk on the beach at sunset. or the way the morning light catches one autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground.A Story worth Reading . I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester. on your way to school. "Mom and Dad." The class was completely quiet. The things we often take for granted. It can be taken away at any moment. these things are the 'stuff' of life. We must make it important to notice them." they replied. but by the moments that take our breath away. life is not measured by the number of breaths we take. she paused and said. "So I would like you all to make me a promise. perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house. . I would like to share with all of you. and cherish them. find something beautiful to notice. I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us.

may I ask you a question" Daddy: "Yeah sure. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy. Mom and Dad. however. he said." "Son. then march yourself to your room and go to bed. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. We have our own lives to live. their son had only one arm and one leg. beautiful. What do we work for ?? Son: "Daddy. there's someone who won't treat us that way. Please tell me. A few days later." "I'm sorry to hear that. and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. They recognized him. Thankfully. but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know. The parents heard nothing more from him. the son hung up the phone. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family. Looking up. I want him to live with us. how much do you make an hour?" Daddy: "I make Rs. or smart as we are. with his head down. but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. "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 was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He has nowhere else to go." "No. We find it easy to love those who are goodlooking or fun to have around." At that point. the little boy replied. what it is?" Son: "Dad. they were told. . The police believed it was suicide. 500 an hour" "Oh". "Dad. "you don't know what you're asking. He'll find a way to live on his own. and I want him to come live with us. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. Why do you ask such a thing?" Son: "I just want to know. may I please borrow Rs. The parents in this story are like many of us. 300?" The father was furious."There's something you should know the son continued. they received a call from the San Francisco police. regardless of how messed up we are. how much do you make an hour" Daddy: "That's none of your business. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live." said the father. son.

" replied the boy. said the man. 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. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. "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. Then.. "Why do you want money if you already had some?" the father grumbled. the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. "I've been thinking. and started to think: "May be there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs. The man. "Are you asleep.300 you asked for" The little boy sat straight up. we pour ourselves more into work than to our family. 300 and he really didn't ask for money very often!" The man went to the door of little boy's room and opened the door. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions." the little boy replied... but now I do. started to get angry again. those close to our hearts. If we die tomorrow. may be I was too hard on you earlier". Here's the Rs. And come to think of it. smiling "oh thank you dad!" He yelled. 500 now. I'm awake. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior" The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us. "Because I didn't have enough. The little boy slowly counted out his money.Think why you are being so selfish. Have a nice day. the man had calmed down. . But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. "No daddy. seeing that the boy already had money. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so. reaching under his pillow he pulled some crippled up notes. "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. son?" He asked. "Daddy I have Rs.. then looked up at his father.

. Think differently and positively. knowing that you are the reason behind it!! Amazing Story: Monica married Hitesh this day. A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. of discarding evil and developing goodness…. take this passbook. I said what you said but in a different way. He then took the sign. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. At the end of the wedding party. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. Prepare for the future without fear. Write down what it's about next to the line. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind." What he had written was: "Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it. Live life with no excuse and love with no regrets. A man was walking by. With Rs. Handle your present with confidence." There were only a few coins in the hat. He held up a sign which said: "I am blind. "I only wrote the truth. Great men say. Face your past without regret. When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry. In the journey of life. put some money in. Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy.A small thought…. if you want to travel without fear. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind. please help. Keep the faith and drop the fear. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life. Invite others towards good with wisdom. show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile.. Be innovative. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective? Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have.1000 deposit amount." 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. "Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?" The man said. "Life has to be an incessant process of repair and reconstruction. Be creative. Mother: 'Monica. and wrote some words. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. you must have the ticket of a good conscience. Monica's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook. turned it around." The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling… And even more beautiful is.

the more money you can put in.100.. vacation trip to Bali . Hitesh got promoted.The more memorable the event is.1000. When you look back after years.. do one thing first. first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage .1 Mar: Rs. They didn't talk much.. you can know how much happiness you've had. girl.1 Jun: Rs. I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!' Mother: 'Sure.. we can't stand it anymore.. This was what they did after certain time: .7 Feb: Rs. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.300.. We agree to divorce.200. However. they started fighting and arguing for trivial things. huh? One day Monica talked to her Mother: 'Mom. But before that.15 Apr: Rs. They regretted that they had married the most nasty people in the world.... Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and spend it first. . I've done the first one for you today.' Monica shared this with Hitesh when getting home.Kind of typical nowadays. Do the others with Hitesh. and so on.. after years.2000. salary raise for Monica .. Monica got pregnant . that's no big deal.' Monica thought it was true. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made.20 Mar: Rs. Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it.. no more love.

asked him to spend the money before getting divorce. When she was home. waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account. She looked.5000. putting the passbook back to the safe. Don't see the place where you fell. Hitesh gave the passbook back to Monica. Life is about correcting mistakes . While she was waiting. Her eyes were then filled with tears. Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not ask. in any way. she handed the passbook to Hitesh. Instead see the place from where you slipped. The next day. she took a look at the passbook record. And a line next to the record: 'This is the day I notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years. "When you fall. and looked. She left and went home. I believe the money did not matter anymore after they had gone thru all the good years in their life.So she went to the bank. How much happiness you've brought me. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind. She found a new deposit of Rs.' They hugged and cried. and looked.

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