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home a point, used an illustration those students will never forget. As he stood in front of the group of high-powered overachievers he said, Okay, time for a quiz Then he pulled out a one-gallon, wide mouth mason jar and set it on the table in front of him. Then he produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar. When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, he asked, Is this jar full? Everyone in the class said, Yes. Then he said, “Really?” He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. Then he dumped some gravel in and shook the jar causing pieces of gravel to work themselves down into the space between the big rocks. Then he asked the group once more, Is the jar full? By this time the class was on to him. Probably not, one of them answered. Good he replied. He reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand. He started dumping the sand in the jar and it went into all of the spaces left between the rocks and the gravel. Once more he asked the question, Is this jar full? No the class shouted. Once again he said, Good. Then he grabbed a pitcher of water and began to pour it in until the jar was filled to the brim. Then he looked at the class and asked, What is the point of this illustration? One eager beaver raised his hand and said, The point is, no matter how full your schedule is, if you try really hard you can always fit some more things in it. No, the speaker replied, that’s not the point. The truth this illustration teaches us is: If you don’t put the big rocks in first, you’ll never get them in at all. What are the big rocks in your life? Time with your loved ones, faith, education, your dreams, a worthy cause? Teaching or mentoring others? Remember to put these BIG ROCKS in first or you’ll never get them in at all. So, tonight, or in the morning, when you are reflecting on this short story, ask yourself this question: What are the big rocks in my life? Then, put those in your jar first.
I LOVE YOU, PAPA Devyani was sitting beside her ailing father. He had contracted Pneumonia, after being out on a chilly winter evening in January. She read out short stories from a book to him. He listened with attention as she read the author's description of a garden in a valley, abloom with flowers of various hues. He said, “Devyani, it's time to sow the seeds for the
spring flowers. I don't think I'll be able to do it this year. Would you do it for me?” “Yes, Papa,” said Devyani happily. For the next few days, Devyani organized her work so that she would be free to work with the gardener, when he came at four in the afternoon. She supervised the sowing of the seeds. She made careful considerations of the height and colour of the flowers that would bloom. She reported to her father what she had been organizing in his beloved garden. Father's eyes shone with paternal pride as he saw his lovely daughter working responsibly with the gardener. “Papa, the garden will be in full bloom in March. It's your birthday on March 30th. You know what; we'll have you fit as a fiddle by then. We'll invite all your friends and have a feast together.” Father smiled happily and nodded in agreement. Come February, but father was not better. He contracted a chest infection. Some days later it spread to his lungs. All the antibiotics seemed to have no effect. Father coughed and wheezed day and night. There was an array of cough syrups, tablets, steamers etc on his bed side table. Devyani and her mother nursed him lovingly and tirelessly. But day by day, he deteriorated. He became weaker and weaker, till on March 20th, he passed away in his sleep. Devyani and mother bade a tearful goodbye to the man they loved so much. On the 28th of March, Devyani called up all her father's friends and invited them to a garden party to celebrate her father's sixtieth birthday. They were surprised, yet intrigued. Devyani baked a cake and iced it with a “Kiss.” She placed it on a table in the centre of the garden. Some other eats were also organized. But it was not the iced kiss on the cake that caught their attention. The flowers took everyone's breath away! The flowers were planted in such a way that the pattern made by their height and colours read as 'I love you Papa!' As Devyani sang “Happy Birthday to you, dear Papa' she raised her tear filled eyes to the heavens and said, “Papa, I know you can see your garden of flowers, I love you, and I always will. Happy Birthday to you!”
THE FAVOURITE CHILD The woman had three sons and six daughters. Her day was full of chores to fulfill the numerous demands of her growing troop. She was always busy with cooking, washing, cleaning, dusting ironing and also counselling! One day her youngest son fell sick. She called up the doctor and requested him to drop by and examine him. As he checked the boy’s throat, he asked the lady, “Madam, how many children do you have?” She hesitated for a moment, then said, “As many as I can take care of!” The man watched her as she sat beside her five year old son, who was burning with high fever. She dipped small hand towels into a basin of water, turn by turn and used them to wipe the boy’s burning brow. From the doorway, her teenaged daughter, called out, “Mama, where are my hairpins?” “They’re in the brown box on the console, honey.” Just then her other son popped in, “I
have to stay back after school for football today, I need an extra Tiffin, Mom.” She smiled and said, “Yes, darling I remember you have a football match today. I’ve packed an extra sandwich in the white box along with your Tiffin. It’s lying on the table, next to your breakfast. Now, run along and let me talk to the doctor.” The doctor admired the ease with which she was in command of everything around her. He asked her, “Which one of them is your favourite?” She said simply, “The one who needs me most.” “Which one?” he asked in surprise. She said, “The one who is sick; the one who is sad; the one who is lonely.... the one who needs me most ... That is my favourite child!”
Mrs. Thompson and Teddy Her name was Mrs. Thompson and his was 'Teddy'. As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners ... He is a joy to be around." His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death had been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class".
By now, Mrs Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets." A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs.Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer - The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD. The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson, for believing in me.
Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference”. Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you." Warm someone's heart today and pass this along. Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will have the opportunity to touch and/or change a person's outlook. And please try to do it in a positive way.
COMFORT–A RARE COMMODITY
Being a mother of two very active boys, ages seven and one, I am sometimes worried abut their making a shambles of my carefully decorated home. In their innocence and play, they occasionally knock over my favourite lamp or upset my well designed arrangements. In these moments when nothing feels sacred, I remember the lesson I learned from my wise mother-in-law. This wise old lady is the mother of 6 and grandmother of 13. She is the embodiment of gentleness, patience and love. One Christmas, all the children and grandchildren were gathered as usual at her Home. Just the month before, Grandma had bought beautiful new white carpeting after living with the “Same Old Carpet” for over 25 years. She was overjoyed with the new look it gave her home. My brother-in-law, Arnie, had just distributed his gifts for all the nieces and nephews – prized homemade honey from his beehives. They were excited. But as fate would have it, eight year old Sheena spilled her tub of honey on grandma’s new carpeting and trailed it throughout the entire groundfloor of the house. Crying, Sheena ran into the kitchen and into grandma’s arms. “Grandma, I’ve spilled my honey all over your brand new carpet” Grandma knelt down, looked tenderly into Sheena’s tearful eyes and said, “Don’t worry sweetheart. We can get you more honey.”
PERFORMANCE APPRAISAL AND FEEDBACK A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits. The store owner listened to the following conversation.
Nevertheless. the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said. "I already have someone to cut my lawn. He yelled at her. Daddy." The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold. Daddy. He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction. Every time they needed to use a socket. I was just checking on the job I already have!" Kiss in a Box! The story goes that some time ago. the little boy replaced the receiver. it is not empty. The couple shared the joy of the baby growing in her tummy all through the nine months. a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. walked over to the boy and said." The father was crushed. The little boy found more perseverance and offered. they would carefully remove the tape and restore it back after the work was . I'll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk. Needless to say. It is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged. and he begged for her forgiveness. Then one day. but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty.. the wife was overjoyed to know that soon she would be a mother. there's supposed to be something inside it?" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said. Father took some cello-tape and covered all the sockets in the house. All for you. "Lady. he was the apple of his parent’s eyes. Florida." Again the woman answered in the negative.. I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now. "No thanks. He would try to stick his little fingers into the sockets in the walls. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. can you give me the job of cutting your lawn?" The woman replied. "This is for you. I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job. The beautiful baby boy was born." The little boy replied. he seemed to have a fascination for electric plugs and sockets. "Lady. Daddy. he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of North Palm Beach. but they had no child.The boy asked. "Don't you know that when you give someone a present. When the boy turned three. I blew kisses into the box. In a very real sense. With a smile on his face. The druggist. friends. He put his arms around his little girl." "Lady. who was listening to all this. family or God. "Son. "Oh. each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children. I like your attitude. OUR BABY HAS GONE A couple had been married for ten years.
they still had each other to live for. He offered him his own bed to sleep along with some simple but tasty food. But. the buyer offered a sum that was a hundred times more than he was paying earlier. the king disclosed his real identity and asked him. while taking leave of the wood cutter. When she went in for a bath. The woodcutter was very happy. After that she forgot to cover the socket with tape. It took only a few seconds. All the virtues and vices of your partner come packaged in one capsule. smile because it happened. because they were too heavy for him to carry to the market place. It was opened by a poor woodcutter who gave the 'stranger' a warm welcome. He’s gone. the mother used the vacuum cleaner at one of the sockets. But perhaps the joy was meant to be short lived. He picked up a small pair of scissors and stuck its prongs into the socket. When he showed the wood to the buyer.done. he knocked at the door of a tiny cottage in the jungle. its okay. “This is yours from today. there was heavy rainfall and the wood became wet. The wood cutter was confused! Earlier he was supplying coal whereas now it was wood and that too. The wood cutter being a simpleton asked. When the monsoon season started. Don’t cry because it’s over. One day. “Honey. Several months passed. “It’s all over. A successful relationship needs falling in love over and over again many times with the same person! THE JUNGLE A king once got separated from his kinsmen while chasing a deer. By the time she reached him. what he could give in return for his hospitality. In the morning. Mother heard the baby scream as the powerful current shot through his little body. Do you think he rebuked his wife for her negligence? No.” The wood cutter would cut trees and burn them to make coal. That’s what destiny had in store for us. We have to accept God’s will. He said. he’s left us. As dusk fell. Unable to control herself she called her husband and cried bitterly. “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. A minute or two later the baby got up and incidentally. it was already too late. found his way to the uncovered socket in the wall. The ground was full of slush. Do what you like with it. Love is unconditional. our baby as gone” The man drove home like the wind. wet wood! Where was the catch? . Playfully he pressed the switch with his other hand. he held her in his arms for she had also lost her only child. He wandered alone in the forest. He had no choice but to carry the wet logs of wood to the market to sell it. so it was impossible to burn the wood to make coal. It’s a package deal. the child was asleep in his baby cot. He gave us the beautiful experience of being mother and father.” Their child was not going to come back.
the son was very sure that he wanted to marry. The sooner we realize. Many years later. those words that her son had said touched her heart.” The parents were pleased but apprehensive.The buyer told him that the wood that he had brought was no ordinary wood. Are you having fun?” “Yes. now all of you . She said that your son. “Who is she? What does she do?” asked Shashi anxiously. it was real Sandalwood! The wood cutter realised what a fool he had been. little realizing the value of this precious wood. madly in love with her. although. Most of us indulge in burning our energies in doing futile things that eventually have no value nor meaning. I LOVE MY PARENTS Shashi and her husband were the proud parents of two young boys. We actually burn our bodies at both ends. “Mom. very rich man. I have something to share with you. including ours. She said to all the children in the coach. Many of the senior members of our society may not be financially independent. last year. one day told his parents. 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. Had he known. “I have a condition. we had gone to Singapore for a vacation. had laid a condition before he had married her. for a holiday. both the boys went abroad. “Mom and Dad. at a party. They were earning well enough to have a very comfortable life. I met your daughter-in-law recently.” “Oh! What was it?” asked Shashi in surprise. Well! They got married and lived in the United States. we had an elderly tourist guide. I met a girl while I was in the United States and wish to marry her. that was something. “He had said to his fiancé. called Kim. But. 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. they did not expect. make it a point to give them something out of what you earn. she is a white girl!” Now. Young men and women! Whether or not your parents are in need of financial help. But. The older one. They may have to extend a palm in front of their children for their daily needs and expenses. He had cut and burnt hundreds of Sandalwood trees to make coal. During one of our sightseeing tours. “Good. by now he could have been a very. They were an orthodox Hindu family. They shall bless you for it! Incidentally. 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. The son chose his words carefully. by the time we realise that we are wasting our lives. She was an absolute tomboy full of vim and vigour. the girl.” Chorused the fifteen odd children in the coach. They lived in Mumbai. Shashi was told by a friend. She told me a strange thing. it is perhaps too late. But. “Children. “Shashi. In the normal course of growing up and pursuing their higher education. your parents have brought you to Singapore.
experience and values that are at the root of all good decisions. Take criticism in a positive light. to the best of our ability. And for commonsense. At this age. Father And Mother I Love You! POSITIVE CRITICISM Rawatji was the eighty years old clerk in the office of Ahmed. “Ahmed. to the best of their ability. He is my worst critic and yet my best friend. but it is good old commonsense.” The client raised his eye brows and said. authoritative voice.” Ahmed paused for a moment and then said. the client sat with Ahmed in an easy mood. I believe you lost father when you were young. The meeting being over. In turn. He said. you are miscalculating the overheads. he even stopped taking his salary. It is only when you are able to identify your faults and acknowledge them that you can do something to improve yourself. his experience far outweighs ours. FAMILY means. “He is my father!” Ahmed looked into the detail of the calculation and realized that his junior staff had indeed made a mistake. Steer clear of flatterers. Rawatji managed everything passionately as if it were his own. They were tabulating the terms of the new agreement for the purchase of steel for the new plant. “Age should think and Youth should do. angan kuti chhawye! Bin pani. howsoever well qualified you may be. I mean. He has an uncanny sixth sense. you shall bring them for a holiday to Singapore!” What a beautiful thought! Our parents give us their best. in business. Besides. so how can I be? He sees through the mistakes I make. I wouldn’t allow anyone to use that tone with me. he attends office everyday. Nirmal kare subhaye!! This means. Yes. Ahmed was the head of a reputed business organization.” The learned Fakir Kabir said. Suddenly he said in a stern. This amount is ridiculous. that when you are all grown up and your parents are old. Who was that old man and why did you allow him to speak to you like that? As the head of the organization. He groomed me the way my father would have. “Ahmed. Rawatji listened quietly in a corner. Father passed away when I was only eighteen. When I am the boss. it is our duty to give them our best. Pobody’s Nerfect. Go over it again. who else can I turn to but Rawatji? Even Baba says. You know. Fifteen years ago. He is my mentor. everyone better know it!” Ahmed said. One day a client was sitting in a meeting with Ahmed. “My father had started this business house with Rawatji as his clerk. Nindak neare rakhiye. keep a critic tucked away in the courtyard of your house. you can see your picture as the other guy sees it. experience and values. 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. “Who is that old man? Tell him to mind his own business. All they do is massage your ego! . Nobody’s Perfect. use it to introspect and improve yourself.promise me. sabun bina.
” This reminds me of what my mother once told me.” The priest thought for a moment and said. God has given you a perfect body. there is a man's face on the other side of the paper. He tore it into pieces and asked her to go to her room and put them together to make the map again. If you want. All she asked was. The priest introduced him to a blind man and said. I made the face perfect to get the map right. went to a priest and said. in search of good workers. look at the other side. This deal shall not even hamper your good looks. “That shall disfigure my handsome face." She ran outside to play..” The next day this poor man went to the priest's house again. THE POOR MAN A man. “No. he shall surely value you. the priest had another guest sitting by his side. Make use of your limbs. Please help me to become rich... You can earn this money today. There is no dearth of jobs.THE OTHER SIDE A Father was reading a magazine and his little daughter every now and then distracted him. I do not wish to give him my eye. This is your greatest wealth. who was full of self-pity. “This man would happily pay you two lacs of rupees. Get up and get to work. I am totally disillusioned because I have nothing. whether it was a boy or a girl. “Alright.” Then the priest said. She said that whenever a baby was born in the family (it was an extended family).. “I don't want to go through the pain. Come back tomorrow. The world is waiting for you. “I am very poor. There is always the other side to whatever you experience in this world. you can sell one of your kidneys to him for a fair sum of rupees three lacs. But the little one came back within minutes with a perfect map. I want to die. “If you are so concerned about your good looks.” said the man. give me a day to think what I can do to help you to become rich. You will be surprised to see an easy way to tackle the problem. Seek out work. leaving the father surprised. He was sure she would take the whole day to get it done.” The poor man shook his head and said. Dad. Good establishments are in fact. sick and suffering. You are richer than many thousands of people who are disabled. come again tomorrow. or I do not wish to live. if you would donate one of your eyes to him.” The priest shrugged his shoulders and said. “Is the child normal? Are all the limbs complete? Is the mother alright?” . "Oh. “My dear. To keep her busy. When he asked how she could do it so quickly. Whenever we come across a challenge or a puzzling situation. 'Yes'.” The following day. I shall think of something else. If you work and prove your worth to your employer. old. He said “This man is suffering from kidney failure. he tore one page on which was printed the map of the world. You only have to say.. My late grand-mother never asked. she said. You do not know its value..
it is valuing and appreciating the things you already have. It was delicate and beautiful. He silently sent a blessing to the salesman who had reminded him to buy what he had tagged. you have not taken a look at our range of 'the most important light' for your house. laughter. the lady switched on the night light. Let's not overlook them and start valuing them. The salesman showed them a lovely chandelier for the drawing room.' So too. “Sir. Contentment they say. Your family and friends are like the night light that provides light when all other lights are off! . kindness. Now they had discharged all their liabilities. the salesman said. When the house was ready. so they decided to build a small cottage for themselves. The sex of the child was very secondary. At midnight the old man woke to answer nature's call. yet most significant and valuable. Finally every thing was finalized and the order was placed. They are insignificant and inexpensive. THE NIGHT LIGHT An old couple was building a small house for themselves. sacrifice etc. It was made of crystal and had candle bulbs in it. lest we have to regret in retrospect for missing out on them. empathy. They selected some simple fittings for the kitchen and the bathrooms. as the salesman led him to a corner where there was a delightful array of night lights. Well. As the old man was about to sign the cheque for the total amount. As they were about to settle down into their cosy bed for the night. it is with the small things in life that make the path of our life comfortable and pleasant. They indulged themselves with a lovely set of bed side lamps for their bedroom. After much contemplation they decided to buy it.” The old man raised his eyebrows. they selected a simple and inexpensive one and made their way home. but they are the most important things in our lives. We just need to understand that this is the greatest wealth that God could bestow upon us and so. In fact the most important things in our lives are not actually 'things'. all of us who are lucky to be blessed with normal healthy bodies are indeed wealthy.In a society obsessed with male progeny. is not achieving all that you dreamt of. this was a great attitude. They cost precious little. love. One bright sunny day they set out to buy light fittings for their dream house. we should value it and put it to good use. they moved in. 'the most important light. But it was expensive. All their lives they had spent on their children's upbringing. They are family. A normal healthy child is all she asked for. 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. Soon they slept. So. They then proceeded with the porch lights and the garden lights.
pastries and cheese puffs. They filled a bucket each and set them near the hermitage. Some young sadhus lived there. 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. pakoras and rasmalais. The king offered his prayers at each of the temples. After collecting some dried wood. eating simple food and working hard are the three legs of the tripod of good health. The Vaidya had to sit idle all the time because no body seemed to fall sick there. . One day the Vaidya got fed up of his idleness and said. Our rooms are cooled by the breeze of trees we have planted all around. The king recovered in a couple of days. “Oh sage! I really don't think that I am needed here. One evening as dusk fell. They then went to collect fire wood. he saw from close quarters. One of the Sadhus ran forward to scare it away. They brought water from the nearby stream to cook. They ate mostly wild fruits and berries. A little sparrow was sitting on the edge of one of the buckets. He said that he would provide for a monthly sum to be paid as salary to the Vaidya. wash and clean the hermitage. We work hard from dawn to dusk. the king's party looked around for a place to spend the night. This place has fresh air and sunlight. Months passed. “Tell me. they spent most of their time in meditation. The Vaidya went on. not live to eat. We eat frugally because we eat to live. so they thought that they would heat some water for bathing. It was a very cold day. He along with a number of ministers and courtiers was on a pilgrimage. Some days passed like this. The air was cool and clean. During the night the king became sick. “Let me tell you the mantra of our good health. They bathed in the stream. I am fed up of sitting idle all the time. They found the hermitage of a sage. they got back. he asked the sage to keep the Vaidya there on a permanent basis. They lived simply. All of us here wake up at the break of day. Accordingly. 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. the Vaidya was put up in the Ashram. Please ask the King to relieve me of my services. To express his gratitude. During his stay at the ashram. the hard life style of the residents of the ashram. her beak was in the water.GOOD HEALTH There was a king called Sheelbhadra. The tiny bird flew away. En route they stopped at many temples. They slept on jute mats on the floor.” The sage smiled. “Hush! Hush!” he cried out. They stopped over for the night. two of the Sadhus went to the stream to fetch water. Where is there room for any illness to creep in?” What a profound statement! Living close to nature. In today's world we want to satisfy our taste buds with pizzas and burgers. One day. They had left behind their families to meditate and free themselves from worldly attachments. Most importantly. We use gadgets to execute all the menial jobs around us. The sage's people brought a Vaidya (Ayurvedic doctor) to attend to the King. but when it comes to eating.
The other sage said. "Well. being more able bodied. called Gopa." shouted Gopa. They had a scuffle and one of the sadhus. it is mine. the Preacher raised his voice and said. that one is mine. till they caught hold of each other's neck. When he did it for the fifth time. A young man. That one is yours. “Wait a minute that was my bucket. the water was going to be used for just bathing. but let me ask you something first. she does. listens to our prayers? These are all a means of earning for you Brahmins." That was the last straw. "Panditji. "Then do you think she would have heard my abuses?" "Of course she would have and I'm going to kill you for that.” The argument went on. to reach your mother. what proof do you have that this so called God of yours. "Of course she does! But how does that concern you? The Preacher repeated. the first Sadhu reached out to pick up the bucket that had not been touched by the sparrow.When they reached the buckets. Does your mother sleep with her doors and windows closed?" Gopa looked at him angrily and said." Then Panditji said. All wild birds and animals would be drinking from it all the time! Thirdly. how much water could the sparrow possibly have drunk. was able to physically lift the other one and throw him further. then how is it that my words of prayer would not reach the Lord who is omnipresent?" . if you are sure that my words of abuse could penetrate through closed doors and windows. "Kill me if you must. that the quantity of water was reduced? Secondly." he shrieked. Hold your tongue or I'll kill you.” “I put mine. isn't it?" "Yes." The Preacher asked the youngster to sit down and meet him later after the session was over. The sadhu landed with a thud and his foot hit the same bucket over which they had been fighting.” “Why should I leave it. Who knows what reaches God? You are just wasting our time. All the water spilled out! Let us look at this objectively Firstly. Gopa sprang up to the stage and caught the Preacher by the neck and said. had the water become impure due to the sparrow's touch? It was drawn from the stream. "She sleeps with her doors and windows tightly shut. "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 fellow continued to interrupt and disturb the session. got up and said rudely. Why don't you just wind up your talk now? Enough is enough. 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.” “Of course not. on this side. Leave my bucket alone. "Keep my mother out of this.
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. In an organization. Not only that. They started off. make sure you do some sort of research. But then recently. had become pretty good friends and they did some thinking together. If you have two people in your organization. one slow. The hare agreed. but it's better to be fast and reliable. So he challenged the tortoise to another race. On . make sure you create opportunities to give presentations that enable the senior management to notice you. So they decided to do the last race again. and the other fast and still reliable at what he does. careless and lax. That is the version of the story that we've all grown up with. The hare sat there wondering what to do.Gopa's jaw dropped. you utter no words. the fast and reliable chap will consistently climb the organizational ladder faster than the slow. In the meantime the tortoise trundled along. It's good to be slow and steady. There. someone told me a more interesting version of this story. It continues: The hare was disappointed at losing the race and he did some soul-searching. This time. The Preacher got up and put his hands on Gopa's shoulders. by this time. He was at a loss for words. I used those words. and this time the hare carried the tortoise till the riverbank. In keeping with his self-made commitment to be consistently fast. continued walking and finished the race. The tortoise did some thinking this time. methodical chap. methodical and reliable. If your strength is analysis. He thought for a while. They started off. and then challenged the hare to another race. The hare and the tortoise. but will also create opportunities for growth and advancement. got into the river. make a report and send it upstairs. He realized that he'd lost the race only because he had been overconfident. Both realized that the last race could have been run much better. The moral of the story is fast and consistent will always beat the slow and steady. but to run as a team this time. but on a slightly different route. The story still hasn't ended. He won. you pray within your heart. if you are a good speaker. He released the Preacher from his hold. "My friend. But that was the only way I could have made you understand. I'm sorry. The moral of the story? First identify your core competency and then change the playing field to suit your core competency. Working to your strengths will not only get you noticed. He even reads your thoughts!" Many a times when you stand in front of the deity in a temple. Be sure that God listens to every word that you utter in His praise. the hare went all out and ran without stopping from start to finish. the tortoise took over and swam across with the hare on his back. The finishing line was a couple of kilometers on the other side of the river. But the story doesn't end here. swam to the opposite bank. He also listens to every word that you utter for anything and to anyone. The tortoise agreed. and realized that there's no way he can beat the hare in a race the way it was currently formatted. the hare took off and ran at top speed until he came to a broad river.
it's how I arrange my mind. and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away . including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. “It's good to be individually brilliant and to have strong core competencies. I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work. The hare and the tortoise also learnt another vital lesson. petite. my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories. I have a choice. moved to a nursing home today. And sometimes it is appropriate to do both. sometimes it is appropriate to work harder and put in more effort. I provided a visual description of her tiny room. “I love it." "That doesn't have anything to do with it.." she replied. Note that neither the hare nor the tortoise gave up after failures. Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing. Sometimes it is appropriate to change strategy and try something different. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator. When we stop competing against a rival and instead start competing against the situation. you haven't seen the room just wait. . There are more lessons to be learnt from this story. The hare decided to work harder and put in more effort after his failure. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home." she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. “I already decided to love it . when faced with failure. So. Each day is a gift. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged.the opposite bank. Teamwork is mainly about situational leadership. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. we perform far better.just for this time in my life. who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock. They both felt a greater sense of satisfaction than they'd felt earlier. she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied. The tortoise changed his strategy because he was already working as hard as he could. making the move necessary. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away. but unless you're able to work in a team and harness each other's core competencies. you'll always perform below par because there will always be situations at which you'll do poorly and someone else does well. well-poised and proud lady. The moral of the story. you withdraw from what you've put in. letting the person with the relevant core competency for a situation take leadership”. In life.” Old age is like a bank account. "Mrs. or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. ATTITUDE The 92-year-old.It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. even though she is legally blind. Jones.. the hare again carried the tortoise and they reached the finishing line together.
Then she heard a voice say. "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat." PICKLE JAR The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom.LOVE Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived." Sadness answered. as we drove to the bank. Love realized how much she owed the elder." Then. "Happiness. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave. Love saw Happiness and cried out. "Sadness. Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity and answered. Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production. As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar. When he got ready for bed. Love saw Sadness passing. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name. Each and every time. son. "I'm sorry. Knowledge answered. You're going to do better than me. help me please. Vanity said. When the island was almost totally under. Can I come with you on your boat?" Richness answered. "Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill. Love began to cry. "But why did Time help me when no one else would?". love decided it was time to leave." . When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Love asked. sadness. "Richness. Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box. Dad would look at me hopefully. I'm sorry but I just need to be alone now." "I can't help you". Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled. Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank. This old town's mill not going to hold you back. "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is. Love said. They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. "Love. please take me with you. please let me go with you. Love asked." Next. Love was the only one that stayed." But Happiness was so over overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him. "Come Love. the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck. Love then found Knowledge and asked thename of the saviour "It was Time". One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar and admire the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate's treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window. "Vanity." Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel. Love cried out. knowledge and all the others. When the jar was filled. including love. but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere. Happiness. I will take you with me. She began looking for someone to ask for help." It was an elder.
Whereas. About that time a huge gust of wind came over the tree. Tammy's mother also noticed us at the exact time my dad did. he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm. In fact. In my mind." he said. we grinned at each other. I dropped the coins into the jar. how much my dad had loved me. dimes and quarters. After dinner. more than anything else.Also. With a gamut of emotions choking me. was also in the same tree. My dad later told me why she fell and I did not. My little eight-year-old brain didn't realize the tree could break or I could get hurt. people who rely on internal pictures cannot see a negative at all. happy jingle." He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. and I finished college and took a job in another town. each and every time. My older cousin. "You'll get to college on pennies. "The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born. "But you'll get there. taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. I heard Tammy screaming at the top of her lungs. Mom and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa. my . In order for Tammy to process the command of not falling. I told my wife Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life as a boy. when Tammy's mother felt the gust of wind." she said softly." We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream cone. POWER OF POSITIVE WORDS As a kid. So. stood the old pickle jar. as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier. poles. her eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser. I always got chocolate. The next thing I know. Tammy. After dinner Susan noticed something and beckoned me to join her. My dad then explained to me that the mind has a very difficult time processing a negative image." The years passed. "These are for my son's college fund. Apparently. I just thought it was fun to be up so high. "Look. it came to no surprise for my dad to find me at the top of a 30-foot tree swinging back and forth. she yelled out. and literally hanging around upside down from the rafters of our lake house. her nine-year-old brain had to first imagine falling. "When we get home. laying flat on the ground. "Bart. we'll start filling the jar again. When I married. nickels. She was hanging on the first big limb. I scampered down the tree to safety. I'll see to that. then try to tell the brain not to do what it just imagined. When the clerk at the ice cream parlor handed Dad his change. I remember my dad's voice over the wind yell. As they rattled around with a brief. and pulled out a fistful of coins. I could hear the leaves start to rattle and the tree begin to sway. I walked over to the pickle jar. it defined. He'll never work at the mill all his life like me. I was always climbing trees. as if it had never been removed." So I did. don't fall!" And Tammy did fall. dug down into my pocket. "Tammy. Dad always got vanilla. about ten feet below me. the bottom already covered with coins. Hold on tightly. She had fallen out of the tree. he would grin proudly. we spent the holiday with my parents. To my amazement.
But: Negates any words that are stated before it. Try: Presupposes failure. 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. Please spread the positivity! . Better language: "I read too much television makes people stupid. 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. 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. Notice when you or other people use them. 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. Write these phrases down so you will begin to catch yourself as they occur and change them. Might: It does nothing definite.eight-year-old brain instantly had an internal image of me hanging on tightly. Usage of negative words has a toxic effect. This is a classic mistake that parents and coaches make without knowing the damage of this linguistic error. Here is a list of Toxic Vocabulary words. It leaves options for your listener Would Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen.
I know it hurt and it was hot and disagreeable in the oven. Spotting an exceptional cup. I begged. Only it was not like the first one. I never felt such heat.THE TEA CUP Love this story or not. I was ready to give up. "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. quietly.' And I did. ." As the lady handed it to them. I was convinced I would never make it. after I cooled he picked me up and he brushed and painted me all over. you will not be able to have tea in a tea cup again without thinking of this. I cried. I said. you would have crumbled. This was twice as hot and I just knew I would suffocate. Just then the door opened and he took me out and again placed me on the shelf. They both liked antiques and pottery. that felt so good! "Ah. but had I just left you alone. then. My master took me and rolled me. But the master only nodded and said. where I cooled and waited and waited.' he said." but he only smiled. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over. I screamed. but if I hadn't done that. 'Not yet!' Then suddenly he put me back in to the oven. "Don't do that. that couldn't be me. I pleaded. and gently said. I have not always been a teacup. ‘Oh. 'Not yet'. Stop'. 'Not yet. pounded and patted me over and over and I yelled out. but if I had stopped. I'm beautiful!!!' Quietly he spoke: 'I want you to remember. 'I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded and patted. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel. But. The fumes were horrible. suddenly the teacup spoke. they asked "May we see that? We've never seen a cup quite so beautiful. you'd have dried up. and I began to cool. this is much better. please. There was a couple who took a trip to England to shop in a beautiful antique store to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. "Stop it! I'm getting so dizzy! I'm going to be sick!" I screamed. Stop it. Oh. "Not yet!" Then WHAM! I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and around.' He spun me and poked and prodded and bent me out of shape to suit himself and then he put me in the oven." I thought. You would not have had any color in your life. "You don't understand. It's beautiful. wondering "What's he going to do to me next?" An hour later he handed me a mirror and said 'Look at yourself. When I thought I couldn't bear it another minute. He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf." "I don't like it!" "Let me alone. and especially teacups. ‘That's not me. the door opened. There was a time when I was just a lump of red clay. but if I hadn't put you there. I cried. I yelled and knocked and pounded at the door. you never would have hardened. He only shook his head and said. I thought I would gag. you would have cracked.
and we are His clay. a gurudwara or a mosque is sacrilegious! One such young boy called Alex went to the church. he went to the confession box and said softly. Later in the day. The preacher delivered a sermon on how the vices bring about our downfall. have pre-marital sex. “I went to the Church. After the service was over. “Children. etc.” he said firmly. when life seems to "stink". I have no control over my anger. when you feel like you are in a fiery furnace of trials. So when life seems hard. He said.” Alex opened his mouth. She usually asked for an account of his weekly expenses over petrol. Now. What . you can make a start towards a good life. it is very difficult to correct yourself. They asked him. stationery. Some of them guffawed. He decided to try out the advice of the preacher. smoking. not to lie. food. Others sniggered and looked amused. you wouldn't have survived for long because the hardness would not have held. In the evening. try this. I am addicted to alcohol and cigarettes and doubt if I can give them up. have a little talk with the 'Potter'. cheat and even kill for the thrill! Going to a temple. a church. she was asking for the week's account.' The moral of this story is this: God knows what He's doing for each of us. GIVE UP ONE VICE The younger generation of today has by and large. Mom never suspected anything. When are you going to stop bothering about what the world thinks and start bothering about what GOD thinks about you?” Alex heard the sermon. You'll be glad you did. He happened to be very disturbed that day. Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you. The prevalent life style encourages youngsters to throw tantrums. “The Church. all your vices shall automatically leave you. where were you this morning? All of us went to the Café. Alex looked the other way and managed to swallow his pride. he was out with his friends. I shall stop telling lies. But from today. one Sunday. “The what?” they chorused. “I have many vices.If I hadn't put you back in that second oven. One by one. “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. Every week he would hike up the account a little so that he could buy himself some alcohol and a couple of cigarettes. a deficiency of values. sit down and reflect on this story and then. A large number of youngsters are into drinking. “Alex. pleasing and perfect will. drugs etc. 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. his mother asked him how much he had spent that week. But if you can bring yourself to give up just one of your vices. tell lies to parents. Now you are a finished product. Please help me God!” Alex made a beginning.” he said demurely. when your world seems to be spinning out of control. Alex was in the habit of giving her an account with inflated figures. get angry. and you are being pounded and patted and pushed almost beyond endurance. I promise to give up one of them. He is the potter. Brew a cup of your favorite tea in your prettiest tea cup. go to nightclubs.
The hermit said. a much happier Alex stood outside the confession box again. When the group was about to disperse. The villagers would ask him to teach them meditation. He told them that it was one of the simplest ways to meditate. the hermit asked Tatia to come alone the next day. That's right. the hermit was waiting under the Banyan tree for Tatia. “I have come to thank you. He tried again with the other matchstick. there was no extra money with him. He would want to giggle or scratch his nose just when he had been told to sit still. Two months later. he gave her the correct amount. but the wind blew it out before he could so much as touch the matchstick to the wick. The villagers would some times visit him and he would tell them about the purpose and value of human birth. Some of the villagers learnt how to do it too. Tatia was a mischievous teenager who had endeared himself to the hermit by his naughty yet loving ways. During one meditation session. The wind was . he had no money to buy himself a single alcoholic drink. No money for cigarettes too! He found that he was sleeping better. The boy would dance around the hermit and sing village songs for him. oil and a matchbox. for making me a different person. “Alright make a wick out of this cotton wool. “We should concentrate on the Lord's design of sending us on this earth and try to learn to concentrate on the eternal truths of life and death. Tatia tried too. 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. There was a lamp lying next to him along with some cotton. but the boy would keep on fidgeting. The hermit would ask him to sit still and repeat the Gayatri Mantra after him. I just had to show the way out to the first one.” he would say. He had a small hut made from mud with a thatched roof.” Tatia followed instructions. “Alex. that is the first step towards God realization. As a result. The rest of them just walked out of the doorway. but his mind would travel at a thousand miles per hour. One day. I didn't know that all it took was giving up just one vice. “Now light the lamp with a matchstick. Now pour in the oil. Good. Now put it into this little brass lamp and spread out its cotton base well. “Tatia. That's wonderful son!” She gave him the amount he had spent and a hug too! That unnerved him! Now.e. he noticed the bald patch on the head of the man sitting in front of him. He was sure the hermit would punish him for his antics yesterday. Twist it well between your fingers and make it tight. So the following week. you've been very thrifty this week. the rest of them followed suit. if they wished to learn meditation. The next day. It was a little windy. meditation on light. the hermit told the villagers about Jyoti meditation i.should he do? How should he give her the wrong figures? He was under oath not to lie. He said. do you really want to learn meditation?” “Yes. The hermit saw it all. He would tell them that the mind needs to learn to concentrate. but he would insist that they would have to spend more time with him than just a couple of minutes.” Tatia struck the match. For the first time.” MEDITATION There was a hermit who lived in the forest a little away from a village. She raised her eyebrows. Tatia was busy looking at the ant that was climbing on to the sleeve of his father. he was not getting cranky and had no cause for throwing tantrums.” said the boy somewhat meekly.
He was able to take the stone out." offered the man. he managed to bring the match to the wick. to withdraw from worldly thoughts before it can experience the light of God. "Sure. "Only till I toss a pebble into it now do you see the ripples?" "Yeah. But as soon as the hermit moved his hands away. There were only a couple of match sticks left in the box. A young boy happened to cross by. after a while. it shall be strong enough to set the whole jungle ablaze!” THE RIPPLES A man was sitting by a lake." The boy said. “Let's go into the hut. Perhaps we can do it together. He proceeded to set fire to that end of the log by holding it over the little brass lamp. the mind too has to be taken away from the hustle and bustle and the noises of life. "Yeah. desires etc of the world. jealousies.” So they went inside the hut. Similarly a person may learn something about God. Strangely the wind became stronger." The man tossed a pebble into the water and continued. He seemed to be deep in thought and obviously did not wish to be disturbed.faster than him again. Lets take the stone out. the water is still again. Tatia was able to light the lamp with the first matchstick he had struck. it is.” The boy said. it's impossible to light the lamp in the wind.” The hermit cupped his palms on either side of the match stick and the boy was able to light the wick." "And soon. “Can we go out now?” The hermit shook his head and said." The man continued. “I'll try and shelter the match as you light it. “What if we want to stop the ripples? The root cause of the ripples is the stone. if we go out again the wind shall blow it out. this stone throwing. When the fire was burning strongly the hermit said. but the number of ripples that were made in the process were a lot more than before. "Look at the water. Tatia looked confused and nervous. "they spread further and further. Again and again Tatia lit the match. if we take this flame to the woods and the wind catches the flame. "Good pastime. Tatia said. the man would toss a pebble into the lake. The hermit said. almost as if it was determined to defy. “The flame is too gentle and weak. the lamp went out.” The boy put his hand into the water and tried to take the stone out. it shall be erased by the tensions." said the boy.” said the man. The hermit smiled knowingly and said. rolled a strip of cloth over one end and dipped it in oil. eh?" "Hmmm. “Does that mean that I can never take this lamp outside?” The hermit picked up a log. But he only succeeded in making more ripples. the man said softly. The mind has to go to a quiet place. but each time it went out before he could light the lamp. The boy said. Go ahead and look for it. but if he exposes his knowledge to the world before it is strong enough. whims and fancies. “Likewise. He tried a third time. but it went out again. He was intrigued to see that after every few minutes or so. idiosyncrasies. He was throwing small pebbles into it from time to time. . Some time later. it becomes quiet. The boy went up to the man and said. It has to be sheltered from the cobweb of thoughts and desires. it is absolutely still. The hermit smiled and said. “Now Tatia.
relatives and neighbours started seeking his help and advice on various issues for he seemed to be wiser than his contemporaries. tensions. It had a poem in it. No drinking. What would happen to them. he started feeling better and better. Trivedi followed everything religiously. A friend gave me a book. how are you so good? How do you manage to love so many people?” The old man smiled. Most important of all he developed an attitude of love towards all. If a thought enters into it. friends. His attitude was always positive. He was sent home with a long list of do's and don'ts. Once the disturbance has been caused it takes time to ebb out. he suffered another stroke. If a disturbance has entered into the mind. 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. it creates ripples. but prevention is always better than cure. Any kindness . long hours at work. “It is not possible to stop the movement of the water once a pebble has been thrown into it. But if we can stop ourselves from throwing the pebble in the first place. Time surely is a great healer. if he were to die? He followed the directions of the doctors. smoking etc. no tensions. put it through the triple filter test of authenticity. Slowly and surely he regained his health. no smoking. For a couple of months. This is what it said. all played havoc with his health. Trivedi suffered a heart attack. the ripples can be avoided altogether! So too. Rich food.” Before you allow a thought or a piece of information to enter your mind. regular walks etc. life style changes. He stayed at the hospital for a month. Slowly. helpful and loving. goodness and value. medicines. “My dearest baby. revealing the crow's feet at the corners of his twinkling eyes. If therefore there be. one by one the restrictions started slipping. I had a close brush with death when I was thirty four. THE LAST DAY OF MY LIFE At the age of thirty. It was then that I learnt how life should be lived. “Grandpa. about the purpose of life. He looked at his beautiful wife and two little daughters. it will take its own time to die down. Understandably. He fostered love on who ever came his way. The doctors had told him in no uncertain terms that if he did not behave himself he could start counting his days. Four years later. At the age of seventy four. I expect to pass Through life but once. Even trying to forcibly remove the thought may further increase the turmoil in the mind. That started a series of thoughts. diet restrictions etc.The wise man said. Too many conflicting thoughts just cause more and more disturbances. He came home. a friend gave him a book to read. She asked. no nonvegetarian food. it is with our minds. he sat with his grand daughter one evening. While he was convalescing. a completely changed man. As time went by.
for my impertinence. for the empty packs would not get detected by a normal x-ray machine. Each morning when I wake up. He proposed an expenditure of a large amount to put this system into place. 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 put it at an . but I have a solution that shall cost a fraction of what you are planning to go in for.” The management hesitated initially. I live each moment as if it were my last. having no bar of soap in them! There was no way to make out the difference between a full wrapper and an empty one. Then he said. it so happened that inevitably. there was a task before the management of the soap factory. “My precious child. So. it was discovered. the worker brought a strong industrial fan. An uneducated worker said. “Excuse me Sir. the technical head was given the job of devising a method to overcome the problem. For I shall not pass This way again.” THE SOAP BOXES A lady bought some bathing soaps from a shop. The next day. that during the process of wrapping. The man prepared a detailed report and proposed the setting up of a computer based system that would weigh and scan each bar. for being alive. He had obviously learnt and lived it over and over. I live each day as if it were my last. one or two wrappers did get through. The process of handling each one separately for this purpose seemed to be very cumbersome. she found that it was empty. He recited the poem boisterously without faltering. There was no soap in there. Or any good things I can do to any fellow being. Let me do it now. For I shall not pass This way again. But eventually they heard him out and agreed to try out his proposal.I can show. I thank God. When she opened one of the packets. what I would do on the last day of my life. So I try to do only that. The management heard him out and passed the order to release the funds and to buy the machinery that he had proposed. After a detailed investigation. That being settled. it was just an empty wrapper! She lodged a complaint against the manufacturer and got her claim.
He sent his Minister and some soldiers to seek an audience. but that's because they love me. “Guruji has retired for the day. hundreds of birds flew up and attacked the king. Common sense is seldom common! THE POWER OF LOVE A mighty King was marching home after being victorious in a gruesome battle. Guruji!” Still. no answer. Oh King! Realize the power of love. The king said. He wanted to rest. The sage said calmly. But the birds wouldn't leave him. He spoke louder. his eyes and his arms and all over. I said Pranam!” he said in an angry voice. The sage did not look up. . The love of power has blinded you and brought you to the level of a killer. In an instant. accompanied by his ministers and attendants. The sage looked up and said. I rule over them like a king too. They poked their beaks into his face. The king decided to pay his respects to the sage there. The king moved his arms up and around to ward off the birds. “Yes. They told the disciples there. These birds would have killed you. The love of power shall bring about your downfall. Guruji!” No answer. The sage said. You are the one who kills for the love of power. “Guruji.” That made the king even more furious. One day another King shall kill you in the same way.angle near the conveyor belt on which the packed soap bars were coming through and switched it on. I do. “Do you know who I am?” he shouted. He had captured the crown prince of the neighbouring kingdom and killed the King. The sage said. “Pranam. He said. “Maharaj wants to meet the sage. The army halted there for the evening. “Stop shouting. “Your impertinence is intolerable. Nearby was a hermitage. You are the one who knows not that this power is temporary.” The king was beside himself with rage. Hundreds of birds of different kinds were eating and the sound of their twittering filled the air.” The disciples said. The King was crossing through a jungle. The King walked up to the sage. you can come tomorrow. The sage was sitting under a tree and scattering bajra seeds all around. The few empty wrappers that came through got blown off by the fan! The rest of them went past easily. the birds quietened down and sat meekly at the feet of the sage. I shall behead you just now!” He drew out his sword and raised it to strike the sage. “Pranam. for a complex problem! This goes to prove that ideas are not the monopoly of the educated. “Leave him! Leave him! Come to me my dears!” All at once.” The next morning the King came to the hermitage dressed in his royal finery. you are scaring the birds. A simple solution. “All I ever gave these birds is love.
the son. One such night.but the only power I ever exercise over them is the power of love and it is greatest power on this Earth.” The boy said tersely. The woman said. “I have a bullet in my arm. but not succeeding. I'm so happy to have you home.” The son saw the other soldier and said. making an attempt to get up. The heated exchange of words woke up the soldier. The young man sipped the tea. I'm sure together we can do something for you. a wounded soldier. You need to see a doctor. if he was in his own territory. “Nothing you can do. “But. “Mama! Who is that?” She replied. hesitations or semblance of fear she let the young fellow in.” The boy spoke some angry words but she stuck to her stand.” The young soldier winced and said. An hour later there was another knock at the door. some disillusioned and some vengeful. It's been so many days.” The old woman motioned to her son and together they unbuttoned the stranger's torn shirt. Others were dead and never did return. “That's the best I can do. Sleep now!” . he's wounded badly. Be careful. enemy or not. The old woman said firmly. But right now. applied some ointment and bandaged it. Another young soldier walked in. Should he ask the old woman? If it was enemy territory. “Sssh! He's just slept. “Eat. You're not going anywhere. He said brusquely. “No way. Against his wishes. dug out the bullet amidst a continuous flow of blood. Many soldiers had died in both the armies. I need help. “Oh! It's you my son.” It's not what you gather.” she said simply. but he is not here. lest you wake him up. let it be. “Look son. Look son. The old lady said. looking around uneasily. She brought him some hot tea and a few slices of bread.” The mother said. maybe I could look at the wound. Without any questions. I'll do whatever I can to help you. Each night the soldiers would return to their barracks. “Shall I help you to take that shirt off. In an instant he saw the new entrant and realized that he was at the mercy of the enemy. Sit down by the log fire and make yourself warm. An old woman opened the door. My son too is in the army.” But he knew that he needed help and soon. upon his mother's insistence.” said the soldier. In the morning.” She said. “This is my son. He cleaned it up. but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived! KILL THE ENEMY Two countries were at war for the last so many days. I am all alone here. she would surely find a way to kill him! Poison him perhaps! He was totally helpless. The border areas were scenes of death and destruction. He wasn't even sure. you are under my care. some wounded. you have to help him. “He's the enemy Mama! You put us all into danger by letting him in.” “I'll be on my way now. you may go if you wish to. knocked at a lonesome cottage in the sinister darkness. He had lost a lot of blood. “Mama!” he called.
after the other. “Temptation!” Sirish asked. If you study the whole write up. “Papa. TEMPTATION Father was working on his laptop. “There was a lady selling chocolates at a discount. I hope you will too. Mummy told me that they are just not good for my teeth. He didn't know what to say. my child is something that tries to incite you into doing something or buying stuff that we don’t really need.” said Sirish as he rose to open the door. It was a holiday. I promise to try my best. “It’s okay Papa. not the enemy. what are you deleting?” Father smiled mysteriously and answered. He was back in a minute. And that weapon was LOVE. to tell us that it's the enmity that has to be killed. but instantaneously changed the hand-shake into an embrace. the door bell rang and father said. Finally he said. Papa. That’s just what I did!” . “Sirish would you get that. Father asked “Who’s it. Only a few of them. “I'll try my best. “Temptation? What do you mean by that?” The little boy smiled and said. but that night he understood the meaning of the term ‘brotherhood of man. Sirish watched curiously as father pressed the ‘delete’ key over and over again.' He knew that only one weapon was needed to kill all enmities. These mails are called spam mails.” The soldier was unnerved. He was waiting eagerly for father to complete his work for he was hoping that he would be able to ask for the favour of playing a game of Pinball on the laptop. father pressed the ‘delete’ key as soon as the e-mail was displayed on his screen. A short while later. They are sent by people who wish to tempt us to buy stuff that is not really good for us. Sirish noticed that for a large number of mails. “We all need someone like your mother. 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. The soldier said. father read through and typed replies to.” “Yes. For some of them he did not even open the attachments clipped on. but he had lots of mails to clear so he had brought his laptop home.” he extended his hand towards the son. You see it’s better to delete it as soon as it comes up. not the enemy. “Papa didn’t you tell me that when Temptation comes calling. As father opened one e-mail. it was just Temptation. His little son Sirish was watching him. just send it right back.” It was Father’s turn to ask. He just deleted them. I’m caught up. “By Killing the enmity. “How can I ever thank you?” She replied. Finally. the soldier said to the old woman.” The soldier left. “Temptation? What do you mean by that?” Father sat the innocent little boy in his lap and said. he couldn’t contain himself and asked. don’t reason out. so I sent her away!” He continued. “Temptation. The ‘enemy' is also made of flesh and blood like us and some of them have hearts of gold. son?” Sirish said.In the morning after eating a wholesome breakfast of hot porridge.
I shall do so. how did you do it?” The lad said simply. He was very. The second one would some with a cloth and a bucket of water every day. water etc. The reflection of the painting across the room.” The man said. I promise you shall not be disappointed.” So the artist was given the job and he was very pleased indeed. my wall is ready too!” The king went to see the first artist’s wall. The first artist brought in a regular supply of paint. The king sent for the second artist and asked him. But the king loved surprises and he decided to give the young fellow a chance. But you must tell me. the king happened to be constructing a big hall at the rear end of the palace. It’s the only way! THE PAINTING ON THE WALL There was a king who was a great admirer of art. Whatever you . Just then. that was a tall statement. “My Lord. For when we polish our hearts and souls we see God’s reflection within. “My Lord. Moreover. “Young man. showed up in it! That is what it means to polish your self. One day an artist came and said to the king. when would your work be ready? I am coming to see the first wall this evening. I too am an artist. “Alright you may work on one of the walls in the new hall. But this man had not been seeing what was going on. oil. “What would you like to make?” The man said. each minor detail was exactly as it was on the first wall. So he said.” The king said. “Oh King! Please allow me to work on the opposite wall. Then he said. 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.” Now. He gave a double reward to the fellow. The following day a thick curtain was put into place and both the artists got to work. “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. It is said that the world is a reflection of you. very impressed with the painting and gave a hefty sum as a reward to the artist. including the king and the first artist were intrigued. I am indeed very happy with your work. He encouraged artists from all over his country and gave them valuable gifts. “Young man. Lo and behold! The same painting was to be seen on the opposite wall too! Amazing! But true! Each line. He then asked for the curtain to be opened up. Everyone in the king’s court. I shall make exactly what that man will make on the opposite wall. “Oh King! Give me a blank wall in your palace and let me paint a picture on it. So how had he done it? The king wanted to know the secret. After a month the first artist told the king that his work was complete and he would like to show it to the king.” Now.Setting an example is not just one of the ways of teaching your children. It will be more beautiful than anything you have ever seen before. another young man said. on the other side of the curtain. without looking at his work.
as if trying to understand everything! He caught her little hand to place over his heart and said. My heart does dhak-dhak all the It is in circolatury system and pumps all the blood. the world will look to be happy. was studying medicine. This is what Rajat read out: 1 red. My heart is cracked and breaked when people say a bad things to it. When I get new toys my heart jumps. My heart is When Raju break my dolly. "Doctor Bhayia." She looked at it curiously. If you are happy. I am writing an article on the heart for my presentation. that I can put so many people into it. restless . "Sure. so she called him Doctor Bhayia (brother). what is this?" He said. he read out his article that was a very good piece on the functioning of the heart. "This is a picture of the human heart. On the day of the presentation. that is what the world will seem to be to you THE BEAUTIFUL HEART Arushi was only seven years old. you write something for me and I'll put it into my work." Arushi sat down to work seriously. Off you go now.are. My heart is soooo big. but all the same he nodded his head in assent. Only God knows how to make new hearts so we should try not to break them. Mama says God lives in all hearts. If you are sad. dejected. If my heart did not give love I would die. angry. jealous. She wrote her article and gave it to Doctor Bhayia. the world will seem to be that too. hiding his smile and said. her eyes shining. She climbed onto his lap and asked. what my seven year old sister has to say on this topic. to share with you. to speak for another minute. time. "Sir.." "May I help you?" asked Arushi. Arushi thought he was already a doctor. Her cousin Rajat who was twenty years old. "Can you feel how its beating? It works hard all day to pump blood. I seek your permission.. One day she went to his room and found him studying a big book. My heart loves all parts of my body. 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 All of us have biiiig hearts." The Professor in-charge was baffled. Then why do people fight? . Then he said. a part of my heart cried and died. Rajat looked at her. There is one like that in all of us.
Then the Professor rose up from his seat and started clapping One by one.” The rest of the contestants went through their turns of listening to the opinions of the judges on their respective performances. He said. “I wonder what prompted you to choose such a difficult composition to sing. In this field. There was a thunderous applause from the audience. “Well. just how it should have been sung. The lucky five sang in the final round. At the end of the second round. You have my blessings. But don’t worry. but her eyelids were not strong enough to hold in control the flood of emotions that besieged her. Little Arushi had seen beyond what doctors see. the flesh and the blood. the only difference is that you are yet to become famous. Come out of your Utopia. He said. men who had made a name for themselves in the world of music. Let me tell you. everyone stood up to give a standing ovation. you have to practice day and night. only five contestants were short-listed. Meera. you just need to garner it right. The road is tough but it’s not impossible to conquer. “First of all young lady I wish to congratulate you for having reached the final round. we are also like you.” He went on to sing a line from the same song to show this bewildered contestant. She fought to hold them back. You need to train for longer hours. one is always a learner. It was a rare honour to get a chance to sing on this platform. The singers had excelled. you were brave to have chosen that song. Don’t give up.” It was the turn of the third judge to speak now. You youngsters think that by singing a few numbers here and there you can become singers of repute. What struck the audience was not the final . wept openly. All the young participants put forward their best. You have sung it terribly! I cannot even count the number of mistakes you have made. You have immense potential in you. 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. She had seen beyond the mechanics. The first judge called one of contestants. You have to train under the grand maestros. The first round being one of elimination brought the number down to ten. in front of such a voluminous audience and in the midst of so much talent. Tears streamed down the girls cheeks. Those that did not make it. you can make it if you practice consistently. centrestage and said to her. started with bated breaths and pounding hearts. be happy. The mike was passed on to the second judge. Lady luck shall surely smile on you if you continue to persevere. 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. I wish you luck.There was pin-drop silence. even we are still learning. But you have a lot to learn yet. The crowd was going berserk with enthusiasm. young lady. Good luck to you. for they could not hold back the tears of disappointment. The contestants had sung in front of three eminent judges. They had the audience literally dancing to their tunes. It was time for the final verdict. having proved your mettle in such a sea of talent. Soon the singing part was over. Twenty two entries had been selected from the hundreds of entries received.
The old Sarpanch decided to put both of them to test. When the road was ready. 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. but the attitude of the judges. Mahipal said. He bought a hundred saplings of mulberry. He has had the spirit of adventure. Having discussed the pros and cons of having either of the two as Sarpanch. A couple of names were suggested. For not all people have the guts to try. They zeroed down on the names of two men. He had become very old and was failing health. Mahipal used to buy some sweets and distributed them amongst his spirited team of youngsters. 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’. There is no greatness in pointing out where and how great men stumbled. Do you know what most of them were discussing? They were discussing who the best judge was! Encouragement and appreciation are tonics that are always in short supply. He has had the strength to submit himself to a verdict of success or failure. Even if he fails. The funds were not enough for making a proper road. at least he has had the experience of the journey. The small amount that was left over. he told the village elders that he wanted to retire from the post of Sarpanch. Together the boys planted them on either side of the road. we shall divert the path a little to go by its side. The village was about a mile away on either side from two different highways.result. Half way through they came across an old Banyan tree. The challenge is to let it not grind you into dust. They even erected small banks of mud on either side. 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. Inderpal was the Sarpanch of a village. Important are those who have had the guts to enter the arena. “We shall not cut it. the elders were unable to make a final selection. Both of them were considered to be capable young men. but polish you into a brilliant gem! THE VILLAGE SARPANCH The villages in India have a head-man called Sarpanch. The track cut through the play ground where some boys played Kabaddi. Mahipal on the other hand. They cleared the track of bushes and trees and beat down the mud to settle it.” All the young men helped to level out the land. As the audience walked out of the auditorium. Mahipal still had some money left over. It is not the critic who is important. . Karam and Mahipal. So. recruited only a few labourers. In a couple of days the contractor reported to Karam that the road was ready. Life they say is a rocky road. He employed a contractor who came with a large team of labourers. Karam set to work the very next day.
the ambitious mother scurried away to the God of Wind and swiftly proposed to him. “Please dear Mountain God. She went to the Sun God and said to him. They showed him the saplings that they had planted. Why don’t you propose to him?” So. but let me tell you that the king of rats is more powerful than me.The completion of work was reported to the old Sarpanch. The Sarpanch was especially touched by the gesture of side tracking the old Banyan tree and not axing it. “Oh King! I offer my beautiful daughter to you. young she-rat was eligible for marriage.” THE RAT BRIDE It is good to be ambitious. He was impressed by the perfection with which Karam had done the job.” . “Dear Rain God. A leader is never a leader alone. “The most essential quality of a leader is not perfection. There is no way that I can defend myself against their sharp teeth. He named Mahipal as the new Sarpanch saying. I am completely overshadowed. Her mother was somewhat over ambitious and decided that she must find a very powerful husband for her darling daughter. Sometimes it can be funny too! A pretty. The Sarpanch went to see both the roads. I try hard but I cannot move him. I am indeed moved that you thought of me as a good match for your daughter. Moreover. “Madam. It looked quite professional and meticulously done. I have to change my track. let me tell you that the Rain God is mightier than me. only one who serves is fit to become a leader. She shall make a very suitable bride for you. But if you are looking for a powerful husband. credibility and his ability to create a team. for when he comes with his army of clouds. He along with his caravan of rats digs into my body. Please accept her as your wife.” The Sun God smiled warmly and said.” The mother rat rushed to the Rain God and said. Later he went to see the other road.” So the mother rat went to the king of rats and said wearily. eager to see the reaction of the Sarpanch. please marry my daughter.” The wind God chuckled and said. please make her your wife.” The tired mother rat hobbled up to the Mountain God and proposed to him. The Sarpanch was happy. “Perhaps you don’t know that the Mountain God is more powerful than me. When I bump into him. “Lady. he is a leader of people and that because he and his word are worthy of trust. 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. will you have my charming daughter for a bride?” The Mountain God spoke in a grating voice. He has been honest to the cause and has shed sweat to involve people and make a team. but being over ambitious can lead to disappointment. for he is immovable. “I am honoured by your proposal.” The Rain God replied with a twinkle in his eye. “Oh mighty God of wind! Please marry my lovely daughter. “My daughter is extremely beautiful and your power is unmatched. She would be a perfect bride for you. He was greeted by a whole group of youngsters. It is his dedication. Mahipal has been able to win the trust of all these youngsters that is why they have followed him. Your power and her beauty shall make a great alliance. They make holes and burrows wherever they please.
the ambitious mother rat realized that her beautiful daughter was fit to be a bride only for a rat. He’s been struggling with the pain. Bunty’s mother was usually busy with her household chores.The king of rats blushed from ear to ear and said. She got up and motioned them to come out of the room. Would you like to come to his room?” The old man followed the lady to Bunty’s room. Next to his bed was a trolley laden with bottles of glucose and dextrose. “Good evening ma’am! I was wondering if Bunty is well. They looked forward to Bunty’s visits just as much as he looked forward to them. He seemed to have no friends of his age. others were confined to wheelchairs. we haven’t seen him around for some days. A worried looking mother opened the door. Sometimes Bunty would play the guitar and sing songs for them. but sometimes she would come along with Bunty and chat with these oldies. all the residents would sit outside in the garden. There was a nurse on duty. There were numerous bottles of medicine. but he didn’t turn up. He enacted the various roles all by himself. it isn’t. She would simply say. Sometimes he would bring yellow daisies for them. He loved these old people and he loved to see them laugh. “He has just gone to sleep. The sight he saw stopped him in his tracks. The management would put cane chairs outside. 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. He loved to see the Grandpa’s turn into little boys. Perhaps he has got something in common with you. The little boy was very thin and weak. He called all the women ‘Grandma’. Bunty is sick. no. Next door lived a young couple and their ten year old son. others were healthy. She signalled for them to be quiet. A bottle of blood was being transfused into the boy. “Yes. One day he told them about the drama that they had at school. 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. I mean. Another day he brought his cricket bat and played cricket with them. On the fourth day. He would put the daisies into the hair of the old women and into the button holes of the old men’s jackets. Tea and biscuits would be served to them. “Gladly!” So the king of rats married the pretty young lady. there was no sign of him. Is everything alright?” The woman hesitated. They would often ask her why Bunty had no friends of his age. one old man who was really missing Bunty. Please don’t disturb him. It was a daily routine that these elderly people looked forward to. Every evening he would come to the old age home and chat with the residents.” One evening the residents waited for Bunty. and all the men ‘Grandpa’. The next day too.” . They had a grand wedding and the rest they say is history! Finally. It had about thirty residents. Some were active. “He’s happier playing with you. Bunty. Some were sick. In life too.
to look in to the matter. He got a chest infection and had very high fever. “Every month we take him to the hospital for his blood transfusion.” The old man was speechless. He has very low immunity. It will take a while for him to get well. He’s not able to match up with his peers at school. He used to let them out for the transport of apples from Himachal Pradesh to the plains. tired and weary. “Grandpa. “In the hurry. At dawn the truck owner went to the site of the accident. Get me some food quickly. “How could I? They didn’t belong to me!” How true! We are answerable to others later. all that sharing and caring. so I allow him to see you every evening. I’ve not had a bite all day. Most of the apple boxes had split open and the apples were strewn all over the road. doing his job to get things back into the streamline. He was pained to see the truck laid upside down on the roadside. It was late in the evening when the truck owner returned home. so he opts to play with all of you. Bunty’s a strong willed boy. Luckily there was no loss of life. while playing games. “He never told us. I’m really hungry. but he never let us know. each professional.” As she served him food. We requested the doctor to give him the blood transfusion at home. 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’. In the wee hours of the morning he got the message that one of his trucks had skidded and overturned on the highway. I left my wallet at home. Come to think of it. A crane was called to put the truck back on its wheels.” She swallowed to hide her tears. He’d be heart broken if all of you were to pity him. He never wanted to discuss his disease. “Didn’t you say that there were apples strewn all over the road? Why didn’t you pick up a couple of those and eat them? Why did you go hungry all day?” He said simply.The lady said. Three days back he contracted a viral. He told his elder sister. even you never let us know!” “Grandpa. He came to see us everyday. all that concern and laughter from a child who was thalasemmic! The happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems. It makes him happy. The contractor who owned the apples came to retrieve what ever he could. All the little acts of love. The Insurance company executives had come to assess the loss. Many hours passed. The old man said. but those who learn to live with things that are less than perfect! THE APPLE TRUCK A man owned many trucks. Bunty is thalasemmic. she said. One such father was on a business tour to a foreign .
I wonder what life is all about. Do you even know what I have been through? As I sit in this armchair in the twilight of my life. They were walking on a busy road. you did rather well. all the time!” “What do you mean?” asked the boy incredulously. the restaurants and the corridors.country. I was testing you to see whether you could find your way back to me. “Lord. He walked the street up and down several times but could not find his father. I must say. He had taken his fourteen year old son with him. hungry and weary. As the sun began to set. he did not even know the way back. you would have seen me. I’m quite proud of you!” Years passed. The boy looked in the restrooms. He sat down and thought. He marched up the stairs to their room. “I wanted to see. the old man sat in the garden. without letting him know his actual predicament. with no money in my pocket?’ Just then he heard the key turn in the door and father walked in! “Dad. for that was the farthest he could pay for. I am old now. The other half. He rummaged through his pockets. only to find that he did not have enough money to pay for his fare back to the hotel. I wonder why you created me and then left me alone in this world to fend for my self. The boy grew up to be a man and the father became old. he found his way back to his father! I too expect you to find your way back to your eternal father. the boy decided that the best thing he could do was to make his way back to the hotel. the shops. They were staying at a small hotel. he walked.” “Neither did I! If only you had looked around carefully. “Do you remember the day. to your eternal . but he was disappointed. He felt tears brimming in his eyes. you decided to test your son?” “Yes. I’ve gone through so many ups and downs in life. he tactfully asked the traffic policeman to guide him on how to get there. One quiet evening. hoping to find father inside. But no where could he find his father. He read the directions from the site maps on the way. He looked around for him desperately. even for a moment?” “No. but he fought them back. looking at the sunset. I too expect you to find your way home. Why do you not guide me? Why don’t you talk to me sometimes?” Then God replied. Anyways. They went out in the day. Your son did well. He was talking to God. Many times he had to ask for directions from strangers. but to no avail. It was late in the night when he finally trudged into the hotel tired. Where were you? I’ve been looking for you all over? Why did you leave me alone and go away?” The father eased himself out of his shoes and stretched himself onto the bed. if you could fend for yourself. The boy was scared.” “Oh! Really? Then why did you follow me all the time?” “I had to be sure you were safe. “I was only a few steps away from you. He took a bus to a place that was half way to the hotel. Suddenly the boy realized that the father was no where around.” “Did you let him out of your sight. So. ‘What next? What should I do? How will I find him in this alien land.
you could ask Father Peter Peirera. Try your luck!” So. Vikram Sarabhai. for a nationalistic cause. She was lying behind a bush. the people started saying ‘yes’. The only person attending to her was an old woman who was also part of the road building team. the officer smiled and said.J. Then he asked. Abdul Kalam. Father Peter Peirera addressed the gathering and conveyed the request of the scientists. I shall have to ask them... till the entire crowed agreed unanimously to give up their place of worship. She had to forego her own dinner to buy some milk for them. It would not be possible to give it. The contractor went to the house of the old woman . As for the old church. She fed it to them.” The following Sunday. Abdul made his first rocket there. very slowly. ‘yes’. She had just given birth to twin daughters. Former President of India! All that. “Well! Can we give them the church for the benefit of our country?” Slowly. He had a group of young scientists to assist him. drop by drop. THE TWINS A young woman labourer assisted in building roads. if they could shift to another suitable place. thanks to the large heartedness and vision of a nationalist called Father Peter Peirera. The first response was. “No!” The officer explained that the land that they were asking for was home to a number of fishermen. he needed a big piece of land a little far away from the city. In addition there was a church on that land. is none other than Dr. the old woman looked after the babies for the night. approached the Municipal Officer concerned and put in a request for allotment of land for scientific research. perhaps we could request the church management.” SPACE RESEARCH A senior scientist was doing space research. He was told that one of the woman labourers had died leaving behind two little babies.” Ironically. it was used as a workshop for the research programme by the scientist and his team. after the service was over. “Well. The woman was weak and miserably poor.. the scientist and his students went to request Father Peter Peirera. who was in charge of the church. This church belongs to the people. The other baby slept peacefully by her mother’s side. And Abdul. He along with one of his students called Abdul. Incidentally. Another space was allotted and a new church was built for Father Peter Peirera and his people. But this is God’s home. The next day the road contractor came. A. “Officer. in a pool of blood. The God of death hovered around her and soon her painful life drew to an end. “Oh God! What is the crime committed by these poor souls! Who will look after them? Have mercy on them!” Out of compulsion. The scientist requested the officer with a smile saying.P. the scientists name was Dr. numb with pain. ‘yes’. The old woman looked at the newly born girls and beseeched the Lord. “Well scientific research is much required for our country. I am waiting for you to find your way back to me because you belong to me. The old woman put one of the wailing babies to the breast of the young mother.home! Come my child. For his research. Father said.
Another one opens. He confirms that He loves you. the old woman would not have come forward to care for them. We tried our best to find out about their family but to no avail. He handed out some money to the old woman and mumbled something under his breath. He rushed out of the room. When God answers your Prayer. THE LAST JOURNEY A rich old man was very ill and was on his ‘death-bed’. When one door closes. He confirms that He is waiting for the right time to give you the right thing. he chose to keep quiet. One of you go and talk to the flower girl to deliver fifty garlands of fresh balsam flowers so that . When God keeps you waiting. Finally we brought them up as our own. The contractor was much impressed by the sisters.. A very old woman died in a dirty cottage. And had the old woman not died. The next day. the girl brought her parents and sister. Let us arrange for a beautiful open-jeep carriage to take the body to the funeral ground. They were probably just a few days old. The wedding was fixed. very similar. Had the mother not died. The secret that had been guarded by the couple from their own ‘daughters’ should remain a secret. His four sons stood around him..to see the girls.. “Father has only a few breaths left now. God alone knows what is good for each one of us. He confirms that you made the wrong choice. Soon he will die. He noticed that they both had a mole on the left cheek and looked very. I want to tell you that Anubha is my daughter in every sense except the biological one. these girls would surely have become labourers too. Twenty years later. He told his father that he wanted to marry her. The girl’s father asked to talk to the contractor alone.” Then it came back to him! He looked at the girls closely and saw the black moles on their left cheeks. The eldest son said. He said.. for he could not bear the stench of the damp walls mixing with the smell of urine and stale milk. The contractor asked the girl to bring her family. When God denies you your wishes. Had the young mother not died. “Sir. the young son of the contractor brought home a beautiful girl. He knew who they were! But. These two girls were crying by her side. My wife and I were passing by.
The red roses said. He said. like a King. we should be displayed for people to see and admire. What was this they were saying? His sons! His dearly beloved sons! His own flesh and blood! With a surge of energy he sprang up from the bed and said. Also order a set of new clothes for him.” The roses on the second bush said. “We are so perfect. “We hope to be able to spread our fragrance to more and more people. down the road? It shall not cost as much as the jeep carriage. an ambulance or a cot. Our father has lived like a king. After all what does it matter to a dead man. “Of what use is the ambulance from Jeevan Hospital? We can request for an ambulance from the Government Hospital or from the Red Cross Society.” The old man happened to be listening to this conversation between his sons.we can decorate the arthi nicely. Each one of them was exquisitely formed. I don’t need a carriage. Surely that should be more economical. Each fold and each petal was a sculpted masterpiece. The roses on the first bush were blood red in colour. I don’t need help from anyone of you. The garland stringer chopped off the stalks and leaves. The carriage shall cost us dear. but their unique selling point was their shape. “We wish we could be given to a beloved. shapes and sizes.” The next day. They were not at all pretty to look at.” THE ROSE GARDEN Spring had brought new life to this beautiful rose garden. Each bush was abloom with roses of different hues. And. The red roses were bought by a rich old lady who passed them on to an expert garland stringer. He said.” The second son said. Why don’t we just ask for the ambulance from the ‘Jeevan Hospital’. Two beautiful . She strung the roses into an exquisite garland. The roses on three of the bushes got talking. The third bush had soft light pink roses known as desi-gulab or wild roses. long time. I think my shoes are enough for me to walk out of here. do we really need the new clothes? He is going to be dead anyways. “Why to order the flowers? They shall rot in this heat anyways. He won’t even know. the gardener came and cut the rose stalks. we can put him on a cot and carry him on our shoulders.” The roses on the third bush said softly. 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. The second bush had roses in yellow with pink streaks. We are four of us. adding some asparagus ferns and silver strings. he must go too. It’s only a short distance from our house to the crematorium. “Why bother with the ambulance and the flowers? The funeral ground is just behind our house anyway. I’ll just go by myself. He sent them to a florist. He wanted to leave behind enough wealth to make them comfortable for a long. for red roses are the ultimate expression of love. So. “If one of you will kindly bring my shoes.” The third son was even thriftier. but they were extremely fragrant. whether his last journey is in a fancy carriage or in an ordinary ambulance?” The youngest son was craftier still.
When the flowers were totally dry. A man saw the wilting red garlands. Find your focus. Others hurried past. The roses wept for they felt dejected and useless. The roses were proud for they were the centre of attraction for all to see. whereas the yellow roses thought about nothing. holding their cell phones. Busy executives rushed past. but only a few people had time to stop by and admire their perfection. The red roses cried. but no one came forward to listen to their cries. to none other than Radha-Krishna the proverbial lovers. but the physical and the mundane. She offered them with devotion to Radha and Krishna at the temple. The petals lay immersed in the water for days. They were almost beginning to rot and their dreams of giving fragrance to people seemed to be quite impossible to realize. The mother shook off all the petals into a huge basin of water. A group of young workers were deputed to hand roll the mixture onto fine sticks. Some days later she carefully removed the petals and pure rose water was left behind! She bottled the rose water and gave it to the priest in the temple. The yellow roses preened and smiled. The entire set up was placed on the centre table of the entrance of a hotel.garlands were made and delivered to the rich old lady. The girl took the roses home and gave them to her mother. Eventually the florist gave them away for free to the girl who worked in the shop. That bunch was left sitting in the shop of the florist for days. Please Lord! Give us another chance to serve you. The red roses swelled with vanity. egg shells and chicken bones. He picked them up and put them in the sun to dry along with many other flowers that had been laid out for drying. “Oh Krishna! Oh Radha! We are sorry for being vain. Many devotees saw the exquisite garlands and wowed at them. glancing at their expensive wrist watches and talking sixteen miles to a dozen. they were crushed to a fine powder and some glue like substance and some oils were added to them. Please do not caste us away. Aggarbattis were made! They were used in the temple to sanctify the area with their aroma. Let us pause for a moment to look into the fate of the little pink roses. 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. Even their cries could be heard by no one. 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. They added some powder to the water now and then so that it would not start stinking due to stagnation. We were too caught up in pride to enjoy our closeness with you. Eventually they wilted and the hotel cleaner dumped them into the garbage along with the rotting peels of vegetables. The roses were so happy that they literally wept in devotion! In the corner of the temple the repentance of the proud red roses had finally touched the heart of the Lord. The red roses were happy for they had been used by the lady as an offering of love.” The roses beseeched the Lord. for no one seemed to want to buy them. The next day the priest removed the garlands from the deities and cast them away in a corner of the temple. Here is some food for thought. deep in conversation. The wild roses were focussed right from day one. 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 end that you eventually meet with depends upon the road you choose to take for the journey. 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’ vanity was burnt away and they were reduced to nothing.
I owe my life to him. One afternoon. The rest of the property may be auctioned and the proceeds used for setting up an orphanage for the orphans of war. you are smiling and others are crying THE SON’S PORTRAIT Kripa had become old. rummaged through his worn out pockets and said. the old lawyer put up the portrait of the deceased son that had been presented by the soldier.” The lawyer counted “One . His lawyer had a letter that was to be read out after the cremation. If only we show love towards those whom He loves. “You are not alone. Marina’s world had just crumbled to bits.for it. you were crying and all those around you were smiling.. Sorrow and age had wrought havoc on his face and dulled his vision.” Kripa was a connoisseur of art.with either of the roses and in case you are on the wrong track. I was also a soldier in your son’s army regiment.. The lawyer said. Kripa passed away.. He had lost his only son in a battle. “I can pay Rs. because he came in the way. but no one wanted the crudely painted picture..” So saying. She had no work experience. we will stand by you. but this one touched his heart. i. His body had become infirm and weak. It said. The portrait is yours. actually hit him. do let us know”. . Three ..27/. The bullet that was meant for me. this portrait of his son first of all.e. Their savings had been spent to the last penny in trying to save him. I have been directed to put up for auction. Gone. this could just be the right time for you to change your track. “Before I read out the Will regarding the inheritance of the property. The walls of his beautiful house were adorned with masterpieces of great value.” That was the end of the auction.”. “If there is anything that we can do to help.. she was totally a home-bird. I have painted a portrait of your son. So it is with the Lord. She had a fourteen year old daughter and an eleven year old son.. Friends and relatives came to console her. 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.. Many years later. please accept it as a gift. Live your life such that when you are to go. 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. a visitor knocked at his door and said “Sir. It was put above the mantelpiece in a place of honour. Most of them offered.. “The entire collection of paintings shall be inherited by the buyer of my son’s portrait. There were no takers. I have special instructions regarding his most valuable property. The pain had been too much to bear and he had lost the will to live. cut it open and pulled out the Will. The old family gardener came forward. his collection of master pieces. Again and again the lawyer called out for someone to name a price.” Then he reached into his pocket and took out an envelope. I must auction out the vast collection of paintings and utilize the sum as directed in the letter. I was with him when he died. Two .
He does not take over.. hollow words. Marina broke down. if I eat it. when He asks you to surrender your problems to Him and forget about them. in a women’s garments store and asked a relative to put in a word for her.” Father said. Marina requested one of these friends to help her get a job as a receptionist at a local school. if you continue to worry about them.” She cried herself to sleep. I’ve given you my promise. The little girl had her eyes and her plate full. Her expenses seemed to soar whereas her resources dwindled. Thy will be done. “You see Marina. “Don’t worry. but you are really not the type. Today’s menu for lunch was jackfruit and curd with Roti. provided she could move into a residence at the hostel premises. “Oh God! Why did you do this to us? How shall I tend to my children? Please help me for I am absolutely alone.” This went on. “Lord.” When at last you realize that God is all you have left. Just finish it fast and tell me what you want. but if there is anything else. meaningless endearments and lame excuses.. She refused to eat the jackfruit. To surrender means. Mother was equally adamant. The next instalment for the school fees of her children was due in a fortnight. “Actually Marina. 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.” The girl put a spoonful of jackfruit into her mouth and made a face as if she was tasting poison. The next morning she found an advertisement in the newspaper for a walk-in-interview to fill the post of a warden for a Boarding school. “It may not be a ‘thing’. Grandma looked disgusted at the attitude of the mother. In her dream she saw God smiling at her and blessing her. you have to have a certain personality to look after such a job. they really won’t listen to anyone.A month later. I’ll get it for you.. Now gobble it up. The tension was unnerving.. The friend said. the owner is my friend no doubt. The house rent was grossly overdue. I mean. She cried her heart out and prayed. She walked into the interview room with the confidence that stems only from God’s presence in you. it is then that you realize that God is all that you really needed! BALD HEADED There was tension in the air as mother stood behind her daughter’s chair in the dinning room. for the warden was supposed to be present all day. Till one night. she would definitely throw up. “Yes honey. She was offered the job. to turn your thoughts away from all your problems and leave everything into His hands saying. but she is just not the obliging type. It may be something else. will you grant me a wish?” Father grabbed the opportunity to resolve the situation and said quickly. I’m always willing to help.” A week later Marina applied for a job as a salesgirl. “See that you . With one stroke. whatever you say. The school provided free education to the wards of their employees! The school mess would also provide free meals to her wards and herself. 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. The poor child looked at the revolting mass in her plate and felt that if she ate it. The mother said. I would have spoken to the Principal for you.. “Okay.” The girl said. Suddenly she said. But.. so he watched in silence.
You see he has leukaemia. During the chemotherapy he lost all his hair and was refusing to come out of the house. it’s just a bowl of jackfruit. “But. washed it down with a whole glass of water and then said quickly. It was a bargain. “Look my child. He was afraid that the other children would make fun of him. “What rubbish! That’s impossible.don’t go overboard in asking for a wish. What’s the big deal about it?” Mother said. I just want to get my head shaved. he took her to the park to play as he did every evening. He had a good voice and he wanted to train to become an Indian classical singer. “You have quite a daughter.” he said. “Daddy you promised me. she will never learn to honour hers. And how does it matter anyway? Its just hair! It will grow back.” But the girl was adamant. After all. Father was surprised to note that the boy too had no hair on his head. Looking at the little girl’s tear filled eyes. was this the latest fashion or what? Just then a lady. now don’t be unfair to her and stop making a fuss!” Father took the girl to the barber and got the job done. But your daughter coaxed him on the phone to come today. “She has done her part. She promised my son that she would get her head shaved.” Daddy said. why did your son have to get his head shaved?” he asked. THE ROSE BUD A young boy wanted to learn music. “No. If we do not honour our word. You have always taught me about the value of honouring your word. “I want to get my head shaved!” Mother’s spoon fell from her hand. they are gifted to us by God.” Father stood his ground. 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. “You had your way. the most precious things in life can not be made or bought. The teacher conducted a preliminary test on him to guage his talent . It’s so unfair!” she said in a trembling voice. Later in the evening. “But darling you shall look obnoxious. Why don’t we buy you a nice Barbie doll instead?” “But I don’t want a doll. But I never thought she would actually live up to it. You gave me your word. She tried to smile bravely and said. He visited a renowned music teacher and expressed his desire to him. It’s not such a big deal after all!” The girl ate it all up. “Oh no! My son did not have to get his head shaved. He said. Daddy’s heart melted. be reasonable and I shall surely let you have your way. apparently the bald boy’s mother came up to him and said. this is quite a ridiculous thing to ask for. with a clatter and grandma almost fainted. Father said. don’t even dream about it. He did not understand. For once Grandma seemed to see eye to eye with her daughter in law but chose to keep silent. we just have to realize how precious they are. although he could not make out head or tail of why she wanted to do such a weird thing. A short while later a boy came to the park. Silly girl!” said mother. what about that now? You are going back on your word.” The man was even more confused now. “Who ever heard of a girl getting her head shaved? I will not allow it. so that the other children at the park would not jeer at him.
even as long as you live. He took out his first aid kit and carefully reached out for the poor mongrel. Had the bud grown naturally it would have been beautiful at each stage of its life. 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. the boy was in tears. The next morning the teacher saw the plight of the rose bud and understood what had happened. The pine cones looked like . was in a hurry to bloom from a bud into a flower overnight. “Well. but I promise to let you shape me as you wish. how much time would I need to train under your guidance. It had hurt its leg. Hurry has now become a cause for worry. that’s the number of years you’ll take to learn. the boy asked the same question. He took out his packed lunch and ate it... but seeing the children eat. how much time. A stray dog ventured near him. hard he tried. till he reached the top. He stopped to feed the squirrels and the birds. whistling a merry tune to himself. “Look son. that depends upon how much work you are able to put into it. Please unfold me petal by petal at your own pace and will. It would have spread fragrance all around and its beauty would have lent splendour to our garden. got crushed into the stamen.. But. it’s not the buds fault. I am the cause of its present state. this bud. some of the petals got torn and mutilated. The man noticed that the dog was bleeding. He was wary of eating them.. I have made a mistake. its not going to be a short time. The children plucked wild berries off the trees and offered them to the man. He wept. others fell off. the boy went and squatted near the bush. Slowly and carefully he tried to open up the petals of the rose bud to make it look like a flower. “I’ll soon learn everything there is to learn. Everything around him looked so happy.” The boy. He started his trek uphill. whining. The lovely spruce trees looked rich and green. I pried it open.” That evening. Just look at the state of its petals. He gave them some toffees and chatted with them. “Do you see that rose bud on the bush outside. smiled inwardly and thought.” TREKKING IN THE MOUNTAINS Spring was in the air. he ate them too. He washed the wound and dressed it up. it seems. “Guruji. He called the boy and said.and decided to give him a try. The number of days it takes to unfold its petals to become a full grown flower. However. The inner most that were just beginning to form. The boy asked. I cannot give back its babyhood to the bud. The flowers in the valley and on the mountain were in full bloom. It seems to have outdone its potential to grow. ” By now. He walked up slowly but surely. Every now and then he stopped to admire the flowers and the trees. how soon can I become a singer?” The teacher said. “Guruji. “Guruji. The man continued his trek up the mountain.?” The teacher said. He met some village children on the way.” A few months later.. perhaps the bud was in too much of a hurry. He went on further uphill. They skipped along with him and showed him the best path to take. The spring in his step matched the spring in the air. lest they are poisonous. he threw some tidbits to the rabbits too. The young man filled up his haversack and strapped it on to his back. I am determined. But one thing you can be sure of. it shall never become a perfect rose flower now. because singing is about learning more and more each day.
New idols of Goddess Lakshmi and Lord Vishnu were being installed.” said father. His favourite pass time was day dreaming. he slipped and fell. “Here. look around at different people working in different vocations and try to plan your future.” “Well. He lacked concentration. So too it is in life. try your hand.” Tarun started excitedly. “Today wherever you go. but he just couldn’t walk. He started his descent. Tarun hammered in a nail and then went into a reverie.” beamed the carpenter. Some time later the dog was back. He basked in the sun for a while. can I hammer the nails in?” “Sure. “I don’t know father. Tarun yelped in pain.” That afternoon the doorbell rang and Tarun opened the door to a carpenter. . followed by a group of children. “Will you teach me how to make statues?” “Why not!” said the sculptor. with his books open in front of him. It is important to be nice to people on our way up for we may need them on our way down. to holidays and so on. causing it to bleed. Now what? He applied some balm to his ankle and tied it up. Half way down. How beautiful they looked! The sculptor was fixing the pedestal as many people looked on in awe! Tarun asked the sculptor. “Please. He was all alone. He licked the foot of the man and then limped away. But the day-dream came to a rude halt as the chisel went into his heel. He would sit on his study desk. The dog seemed to understand that the man needed help. One day his father asked him. to games. How grand those armchairs looked! Till “Ooow!” he yelled! He had banged his thumb with the hammer! He mumbled “Sorry. to foes. Just then he saw the stray dog looking at him. CONCENTRATION Tarun was always unhappy. He saw the bandage that he had earlier applied to him. so he could never hold his mind onto the subject that he was supposed to be studying. but his mind would wander from friends. His little acts of kindness and love had won him enough friends to help him when he was making his descent. In the evening they went to the temple. The children recognized him as the toffee-man. He yelped in pain as his ankle got twisted. Tarun watched the carpenter with fascination as the latter sawed and nailed the wood together. Together. nursing his swollen thumb.” and went outside. “Son. to food. what would you like to be when you grow up?” He answered. take this stone and try to cut a straight line through it with my chisel and hammer. Soon he was transported into a world of exquisite marble statues that he had sculpted. to films. like an injured puppy. He was making masterpieces of furniture in teak and mahogany.nuggets of gold hanging on the trees. He placed the stone between his feet and carefully wielded the chisel and hammer. The air was cool and pure. because he was fed up with his studies. the children helped him to hobble back. I never thought about it. He realized that he may have to spend the night there. His father had called him to repair a window that had broken in the storm last week. As the sun went down he realized that it was time to go back. all the way down the mountain. Tarun asked.
offerings. “Hey Tarun! Have you thought about what I asked you?” “Yes father. During some point of the journey they had an argument. If you are a hardworking person and can work in earnest. At the end of her speech. you write on a stone..000 people attending. After the friend recovered from the near drowning. we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. He said. he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE. “I’m going to be a good student. who had been slapped. where they decided to take a bath. any vocation is good for you. festivals etc. she gave out her email address and phone number. fasts. you wrote in the sand and now.” Poor Tarun. But. and I like it! I'm just a bagger in the . You shall have to report to me at 5 a. we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.” said Tarun earnestly.” So. “I shall give you a book of the shalokas that you need to recite for yajnas. but without saying anything. How on earth could he possibly learn all those mantras? He could not concentrate on the answers in his science book. and one friend slapped the other one in the face. All that these people have to do is to offer food to the Lord and shake the bell. you can master any trade! Sand and Stone A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert.”Well.m. got stuck in the mire and started drowning. The one. about a month later. but the friend saved him.. when someone does something good for us. "If you have any great service stories. A few years ago." The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him. The one who got slapped was hurt." Johnny the Bagger (A True Story) Barbara Glanz is a speaker and author. in the morning after having completed your morning ablutions.” said the fat Brahmin. I'd like to hear them. can I work with you?” “Of course. What should he do? Concentration was required for being a carpenter or a sculptor or even a temple priest. Barbara gets a call from a young man who introduces himself as Johnny. and said. Just then he heard his father. wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. there was no respite in any profession." They kept on walking until they found an oasis. prayers. "After I hurt you. he went up to the priest and asked “Panditji. And they get so many nice things to eat in return. she spoke at a convention for a large grocery chain with over 3. I heard what you had to say about service. “Surely I can become a priest. "Barbara. Her talk was on creating memories for the customers so they would want to come back.” Sure! If you are a good student. why?" The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us.He eyed the temple priest’s large belly and thought to himself.
and they wouldn't budge—they wanted to see Johnny's quote of the day! In fact. I went to the back of the line and suggested that customers move to another checkout. and it seems like everyone in town is talking about us! And you know what. we all have our unique gifts to give. 'I used to come here once a week. 'I hope you enjoy my quote of the day. . I round up my team and tell them what Johnny has done to give our customers more than they expected. Back home. The next morning he made arrangements to sell off his farm. He was happy because he was content. He says. you could have your own city. you won't believe what's happened at our store. He was unhappy and he was discontent.store and I have Downs’s syndrome. He picked up the stone and put it in the living room. I think that's a wonderful idea!" A few weeks later. He thought it would look good on the mantle piece. “Barbara. The wise man said. took care of his family and went in search of diamonds. you could probably own your own country. so he was putting his favorite Snoopy stickers on the packages. everybody in our store is finding creative ways to put their mark on service. He looked all over Africa and couldn't find any. He was content because he was happy. he was emotionally. One day a wise man came to him and told him about the glory of diamonds and the power that goes along with them. That night the farmer couldn't sleep. the person who had bought his farm was watering the camels at a stream that ran through the farm. He was unhappy because he was discontent and discontent because he was unhappy." And then he went away. I'll cut out the quote in strips and sign my name on the back of each one. He looked all through Europe and couldn't find any.' What do you think. A Inspirational and Motivational Story . I went out into the store and noticed that one line was three times longer than the others.ACRES OF DAIMONDS There was a farmer in Africa who was happy and content. Barbara?" Barbara said. When he got to Spain. I'll just drop a strip right in their bags and say. the rays of the morning sun hit a stone and made it sparkle like a rainbow. I see the lady in the floral department cutting off her broken flowers and pinning them on the elderly women in our store. but now I come 2-3 times just to see the smile on Johnny's face when he drops in his favorite quote. We're having the time of our lives. The next day when customers come through. Barbara? It happened for one reason…Johnny decided to do something!” When it comes to service. so each day I'm going to pick out one that I like. Barbara gets another call…this time from the store manager. one lady said. physically and financially broke. and my dad and I will print it out on the computer. In fact. If you had a diamond the size of your fist. but I wanted to think of a way I could make a difference. and talking to his customers. He got so disheartened that he threw himself into the Barcelona River and committed suicide. I decided that I like sayings. however we'll never make the emotional connection with the customer unless it begins in our heart. Across the stream. "Johnny. Our guy in the meat department loves Snoopy.' So the next day. That afternoon. "If you had a diamond the size of your thumb.
hoist him onto his shoulder and bring him back to their company's trench. "But it was worth it because when i got to him." The lieutenant's advice didn't matter.That afternoon the wise man came and saw the stone sparkling. 5.. but it is never the same one. There are many more. the officer checked the wounded soldier." he said. Sure enough. and the soldier went anyway. All we need to do is recognize it. A Story to Share . Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your life away. The same opportunity never knocks twice.True Friend Horror gripped the heart of the World War 1 soldier as he saw his lifelong friend fall in battle. "Because that is a diamond. sir. When our attitude is right. he was still alive and i had the satisfaction of hearing him say.. They found that the farm was indeed covered with acres and acres of diamonds. "Your friend is dead and you are mortally wounded.. "What do you mean.. why do you ask?" The wise man said.* What is the moral of this story? There are five morals: 1. The next one may be better or worse. worth it?" responded the Lieutenant. "JIM. 4. the stones were diamonds. The grass on the other side always looks greener. we realize that we are all walking on acres and acres of diamonds. "Your friend is dead" "YES." They went and picked some samples and sent them for analysis. He asked. Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire whizzing over his head. As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench. and then looked kindly at his friend." "It was worth it. While we are dyeing the grass on the other side. When people don't know how to recognize opportunity." said the lieutenant. "No. I'll show you.. Opportunity is always under our feet. We don't have to go anywhere. 3. 2.." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- . "You can go. "Is Hafiz back?" The new owner said. no. Miraculously he managed to reach his friend. I recognize one when I see one." said the soldier. They would be happy to trade places with us. they complain of noise when it knocks. Come." The man said. "but i don't think it will be worth it.. that's just a stone I picked up from the stream. "I told you it wouldn't be worth it. there are others who are dyeing the grass on our side.. I KNEW YOU'D COME. though. the soldier asked his lieutenant if he might go out into the "no man's land" between the trenches to bring his fallen comrade back. Sir" the private answered.
wondering if anything could save his company from bankruptcy." He asked the man his name. Whether actually it is there or not doesn't matter. convinced he had half a million dollars behind him. Suddenly. he realized that it wasn't the money. But just as the executive was about to hand back the check and share his success story. that had turned his life around.” And she led the old man away by the arm. With renewed optimism. and you can pay me back at that time. the executive decided to put the un cashed check in his safe. It was his newfound self-confidence that gave him the power to achieve anything he went after. head in hands." he said. the old man said. Exactly one year later. Suppliers were demanding payment. All year long he'd been wheeling and dealing. The business executive saw in his hand a check for $500. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. signed by John D.Worth Reading… A business executive was deep in debt and could see no way out. "I hope he hasn't been bothering you. real or imagined. buying and selling. "Take this money. "I can see that something is troubling you. The astonished executive just stood there. Within a few months. and pushed it into his hand saying. 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's always escaping from the rest home and telling people he's John D. But instead. he returned to the park with the un cashed check. Creditors were closing in on him. stunned. the old man appeared. A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game." Then he turned and disappeared as quickly as he had come. he negotiated better deals and extended terms of payment. Suddenly an old man appeared before him. It all lies in what we see it as. so the number of potatoes that a child . After listening to the executive's woes. Meet me here exactly one year from today. wrote out a check. a nurse came running up and grabbed the old man.000. He sat on the park bench. Just knowing it was there might give him the strength to workout a way to save his business. He closed several big sales. he was out of debt and making money once again. Rockefeller. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates. From the above story we can make out that Confidence is nothing but vision held positively no matter what. Rockefeller. "I'm so glad I caught him!" she cried. "I believe I can help you. At the agreed-upon time. he thought. then one of the richest men in the world! "I can erase my money worries in an instant!" he realized.
He needed to come home immediately and take care things. "Learn to Forgive and Forget. but realized his father was very old. Some had 2 potatoes. he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away. Before he could make arrangements. on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. After 1 week. and thought perhaps he should go to him. Finally. he raised his voice at his father and said. 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. those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son. So when the day came. Angrily. and told him how much he loved him. and willed all of his possessions to his son. . 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. Curious. Days after days passed by. every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated.. When he arrived at his father's house. Forgiving others is the best attitude to take.will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates. some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. leaving the holy book. As Graduation Day approached. but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family. he told him that was all he wanted. Besides.. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. the children were relieved because the game had finally ended. Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had not seen him since that graduation day. sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. and knowing his father could well afford it. leather-bound Bible. Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week. The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. "With all your money you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom. A young man was getting ready to graduate college." Touching life story. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box... the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. 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.
" The girl hesitated..) 5. hadn't turned in her paper yet. "Well. The Taj Mahal in India 3..He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. 3. With tears. It had a tag with the dealer's name. to feel. As he read those words. to see.. 2.and we don't have to travel anywhere special to experience them.. 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. Enjoy your gifts! . and the words. then read.. and to love. 4. you could have heard a pin drop. Though there was some disagreement. 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 . just as he had left it years ago. and maybe we can help. (She hesitated a little... "I think the Seven Wonders of the World are: 1. At the end of the lesson. a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Bible.. tell us what you have. 7.. Peter's Basilica 7. he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages... to hear. to touch. China's Great Wall While gathering the votes. The Grand Canyon in Arizona 4." The teacher said. a little. St. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many. Egypt's Great Pyramids 2. the teacher noted that one student. a quiet girl.. to laugh. On the tag was the date of his graduation. 6. The room was so quiet.. the students were asked to list what they considered to be the Seven Wonders of the World.. to taste. "Yes. the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. The Panama Canal 5. and then added. The quiet girl replied. the following received the most votes: 1...PAID IN FULL. The Empire State Building 6.
she paused and said. these things are the 'stuff' of life. "So I would like you all to make me a promise." "Sure. love. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double dip ice cream cone. I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband died suddenly of a heart attack. it could be a scent. From now on. is not the things we did that we often regret." Her eyes beginning to water. Go barefoot. but the things we didn't do. for at anytime it can all be taken away. For as we get older. she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down there. . perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house. For. Perhaps this is the Powers way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day. life is not measured by the number of breaths we take. Another one… A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. find something beautiful to notice. That afternoon. About a week after his death. With a gentle look of reflection on her face. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. "Please look for these things. or walk on the beach at sunset. Every once in a while. and cherish them. or the way the morning light catches one autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground. I would like to share with all of you. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me." they replied. but by the moments that take our breath away. As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over. or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees. share. she went on. "Mom and Dad. . It doesn't have to be something you see.A Story worth Reading . but which I feel is very important. and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook. The things we often take for granted. I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end. on your way to school. It can be taken away at any moment. "we'd love to meet him. appreciate and give of ourselves." The class was completely quiet. or on your way home. "Class is over. she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students. "Each of us is put here on earth to learn. a thought that is unrelated to class. I'm coming home. but I've a favor to ask. I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester. although it may sound trite to some. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today." . We must make it important to notice them. Remember. He called his parents from San Francisco.
"Dad. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy. what it is?" Son: "Dad. the son hung up the phone. son. how much do you make an hour?" Daddy: "I make Rs. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. We find it easy to love those who are goodlooking or fun to have around. 500 an hour" "Oh". there's someone who won't treat us that way. . Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us."There's something you should know the son continued. What do we work for ?? Son: "Daddy. "if the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or other nonsense." "Son. however. Their son had died after falling from a building. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family. Mom and Dad. Please tell me." "I'm sorry to hear that. "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. 300?" The father was furious. The police believed it was suicide. may I please borrow Rs. They recognized him. The parents in this story are like many of us. how much do you make an hour" Daddy: "That's none of your business. then march yourself to your room and go to bed. but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. regardless of how messed up we are. Why do you ask such a thing?" Son: "I just want to know. with his head down. they received a call from the San Francisco police. The parents heard nothing more from him. may I ask you a question" Daddy: "Yeah sure. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live. A few days later." said the father. Thankfully. beautiful. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. their son had only one arm and one leg. He has nowhere else to go. he said. I want him to live with us. "you don't know what you're asking." "No. We have our own lives to live. the little boy replied. but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know." At that point. they were told. He'll find a way to live on his own. and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. Looking up. and I want him to come live with us. or smart as we are.
Then. reaching under his pillow he pulled some crippled up notes. "I've been thinking. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior" The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. 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. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. those close to our hearts. may be I was too hard on you earlier". son?" He asked. "Why do you want money if you already had some?" the father grumbled. "Because I didn't have enough. If we die tomorrow. the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. smiling "oh thank you dad!" He yelled.... "It takes a minute to have a crush an hour to like someone and a day to love someone but it takes a lifetime to forget someone" Be in touch.Think why you are being so selfish. but now I do. 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. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us. started to get angry again. "No daddy. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. The man." the little boy replied. said the man. Have a nice day. "Are you asleep. . seeing that the boy already had money. then looked up at his father. "Daddy I have Rs. we pour ourselves more into work than to our family. I'm awake. 500 now." replied the boy.300 you asked for" The little boy sat straight up. the man had calmed down. The little boy slowly counted out his money. Here's the Rs.. and started to think: "May be there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs. And come to think of it.
Mother: 'Monica. you must have the ticket of a good conscience. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked. In the journey of life. Keep the faith and drop the fear. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective? Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have. Be creative. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life. of discarding evil and developing goodness…. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind. When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry.. turned it around. show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. take this passbook. Write down what it's about next to the line.A small thought…. At the end of the wedding party. Keep it as a record of your marriage life." What he had written was: "Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it. Think differently and positively. Invite others towards good with wisdom. He held up a sign which said: "I am blind. knowing that you are the reason behind it!! Amazing Story: Monica married Hitesh this day." The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling… And even more beautiful is. Monica's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook. please help. Face your past without regret. He then took the sign. "I only wrote the truth. "Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?" The man said. With Rs. put some money in. "Life has to be an incessant process of repair and reconstruction. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. Prepare for the future without fear. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words. Soon the hat began to fill up. if you want to travel without fear. and wrote some words. Live life with no excuse and love with no regrets." There were only a few coins in the hat. Great men say. A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. Handle your present with confidence.1000 deposit amount. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. I said what you said but in a different way. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. A man was walking by. Be innovative." 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. .
they started fighting and arguing for trivial things. Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it. the more money you can put in. Hitesh got promoted. do one thing first. I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!' Mother: 'Sure. first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage .200.7 Feb: Rs. This was what they did after certain time: . They regretted that they had married the most nasty people in the world.. However. girl.1 Jun: Rs. Do the others with Hitesh. When you look back after years. .. no more love. Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and spend it first.1 Mar: Rs.300. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made.' Monica thought it was true. and so on.. salary raise for Monica .. that's no big deal. after years... you can know how much happiness you've had.' Monica shared this with Hitesh when getting home. Monica got pregnant .Kind of typical nowadays... vacation trip to Bali . They didn't talk much. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.The more memorable the event is.. But before that.1000.15 Apr: Rs. We agree to divorce.2000.100.20 Mar: Rs.. we can't stand it anymore. huh? One day Monica talked to her Mother: 'Mom. I've done the first one for you today...
She found a new deposit of Rs. How much happiness you've brought me.So she went to the bank. She left and went home. Instead see the place from where you slipped. and looked. 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. asked him to spend the money before getting divorce. waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account. Don't see the place where you fell. Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not ask. While she was waiting. When she was home.' They hugged and cried. She looked. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears. and looked. Hitesh gave the passbook back to Monica. I believe the money did not matter anymore after they had gone thru all the good years in their life. putting the passbook back to the safe. she handed the passbook to Hitesh.5000. Life is about correcting mistakes . in any way.