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