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home a point, used an illustration those students will never forget. As he stood in front of the group of high-powered overachievers he said, Okay, time for a quiz Then he pulled out a one-gallon, wide mouth mason jar and set it on the table in front of him. Then he produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar. When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, he asked, Is this jar full? Everyone in the class said, Yes. Then he said, “Really?” He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. Then he dumped some gravel in and shook the jar causing pieces of gravel to work themselves down into the space between the big rocks. Then he asked the group once more, Is the jar full? By this time the class was on to him. Probably not, one of them answered. Good he replied. He reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand. He started dumping the sand in the jar and it went into all of the spaces left between the rocks and the gravel. Once more he asked the question, Is this jar full? No the class shouted. Once again he said, Good. Then he grabbed a pitcher of water and began to pour it in until the jar was filled to the brim. Then he looked at the class and asked, What is the point of this illustration? One eager beaver raised his hand and said, The point is, no matter how full your schedule is, if you try really hard you can always fit some more things in it. No, the speaker replied, that’s not the point. The truth this illustration teaches us is: If you don’t put the big rocks in first, you’ll never get them in at all. What are the big rocks in your life? Time with your loved ones, faith, education, your dreams, a worthy cause? Teaching or mentoring others? Remember to put these BIG ROCKS in first or you’ll never get them in at all. So, tonight, or in the morning, when you are reflecting on this short story, ask yourself this question: What are the big rocks in my life? Then, put those in your jar first.
I LOVE YOU, PAPA Devyani was sitting beside her ailing father. He had contracted Pneumonia, after being out on a chilly winter evening in January. She read out short stories from a book to him. He listened with attention as she read the author's description of a garden in a valley, abloom with flowers of various hues. He said, “Devyani, it's time to sow the seeds for the
spring flowers. I don't think I'll be able to do it this year. Would you do it for me?” “Yes, Papa,” said Devyani happily. For the next few days, Devyani organized her work so that she would be free to work with the gardener, when he came at four in the afternoon. She supervised the sowing of the seeds. She made careful considerations of the height and colour of the flowers that would bloom. She reported to her father what she had been organizing in his beloved garden. Father's eyes shone with paternal pride as he saw his lovely daughter working responsibly with the gardener. “Papa, the garden will be in full bloom in March. It's your birthday on March 30th. You know what; we'll have you fit as a fiddle by then. We'll invite all your friends and have a feast together.” Father smiled happily and nodded in agreement. Come February, but father was not better. He contracted a chest infection. Some days later it spread to his lungs. All the antibiotics seemed to have no effect. Father coughed and wheezed day and night. There was an array of cough syrups, tablets, steamers etc on his bed side table. Devyani and her mother nursed him lovingly and tirelessly. But day by day, he deteriorated. He became weaker and weaker, till on March 20th, he passed away in his sleep. Devyani and mother bade a tearful goodbye to the man they loved so much. On the 28th of March, Devyani called up all her father's friends and invited them to a garden party to celebrate her father's sixtieth birthday. They were surprised, yet intrigued. Devyani baked a cake and iced it with a “Kiss.” She placed it on a table in the centre of the garden. Some other eats were also organized. But it was not the iced kiss on the cake that caught their attention. The flowers took everyone's breath away! The flowers were planted in such a way that the pattern made by their height and colours read as 'I love you Papa!' As Devyani sang “Happy Birthday to you, dear Papa' she raised her tear filled eyes to the heavens and said, “Papa, I know you can see your garden of flowers, I love you, and I always will. Happy Birthday to you!”
THE FAVOURITE CHILD The woman had three sons and six daughters. Her day was full of chores to fulfill the numerous demands of her growing troop. She was always busy with cooking, washing, cleaning, dusting ironing and also counselling! One day her youngest son fell sick. She called up the doctor and requested him to drop by and examine him. As he checked the boy’s throat, he asked the lady, “Madam, how many children do you have?” She hesitated for a moment, then said, “As many as I can take care of!” The man watched her as she sat beside her five year old son, who was burning with high fever. She dipped small hand towels into a basin of water, turn by turn and used them to wipe the boy’s burning brow. From the doorway, her teenaged daughter, called out, “Mama, where are my hairpins?” “They’re in the brown box on the console, honey.” Just then her other son popped in, “I
have to stay back after school for football today, I need an extra Tiffin, Mom.” She smiled and said, “Yes, darling I remember you have a football match today. I’ve packed an extra sandwich in the white box along with your Tiffin. It’s lying on the table, next to your breakfast. Now, run along and let me talk to the doctor.” The doctor admired the ease with which she was in command of everything around her. He asked her, “Which one of them is your favourite?” She said simply, “The one who needs me most.” “Which one?” he asked in surprise. She said, “The one who is sick; the one who is sad; the one who is lonely.... the one who needs me most ... That is my favourite child!”
Mrs. Thompson and Teddy Her name was Mrs. Thompson and his was 'Teddy'. As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners ... He is a joy to be around." His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death had been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class".
By now, Mrs Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets." A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs.Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer - The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD. The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson, for believing in me.
Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference”. Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you." Warm someone's heart today and pass this along. Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will have the opportunity to touch and/or change a person's outlook. And please try to do it in a positive way.
COMFORT–A RARE COMMODITY
Being a mother of two very active boys, ages seven and one, I am sometimes worried abut their making a shambles of my carefully decorated home. In their innocence and play, they occasionally knock over my favourite lamp or upset my well designed arrangements. In these moments when nothing feels sacred, I remember the lesson I learned from my wise mother-in-law. This wise old lady is the mother of 6 and grandmother of 13. She is the embodiment of gentleness, patience and love. One Christmas, all the children and grandchildren were gathered as usual at her Home. Just the month before, Grandma had bought beautiful new white carpeting after living with the “Same Old Carpet” for over 25 years. She was overjoyed with the new look it gave her home. My brother-in-law, Arnie, had just distributed his gifts for all the nieces and nephews – prized homemade honey from his beehives. They were excited. But as fate would have it, eight year old Sheena spilled her tub of honey on grandma’s new carpeting and trailed it throughout the entire groundfloor of the house. Crying, Sheena ran into the kitchen and into grandma’s arms. “Grandma, I’ve spilled my honey all over your brand new carpet” Grandma knelt down, looked tenderly into Sheena’s tearful eyes and said, “Don’t worry sweetheart. We can get you more honey.”
PERFORMANCE APPRAISAL AND FEEDBACK A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits. The store owner listened to the following conversation.
"Son." The little boy replied. All for you. a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. but they had no child. The druggist. He put his arms around his little girl. the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said. I was just checking on the job I already have!" Kiss in a Box! The story goes that some time ago. Daddy. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. friends. Needless to say. "No thanks." "Lady." The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn.. but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. he seemed to have a fascination for electric plugs and sockets. who was listening to all this. walked over to the boy and said. the wife was overjoyed to know that soon she would be a mother." Again the woman answered in the negative. I blew kisses into the box." The father was crushed. "Lady. He would try to stick his little fingers into the sockets in the walls. The couple shared the joy of the baby growing in her tummy all through the nine months. I like your attitude. He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction. Then one day. "This is for you. so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of North Palm Beach. it is not empty. Daddy. When the boy turned three. I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now. Father took some cello-tape and covered all the sockets in the house. they would carefully remove the tape and restore it back after the work was .The boy asked. he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. "Oh. "I already have someone to cut my lawn. "Don't you know that when you give someone a present. family or God. "Lady. OUR BABY HAS GONE A couple had been married for ten years. Daddy. The beautiful baby boy was born. he was the apple of his parent’s eyes. Florida. In a very real sense. there's supposed to be something inside it?" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said. each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children. the little boy replaced the receiver. It is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged. I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job. He yelled at her. With a smile on his face. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold. and he begged for her forgiveness. Nevertheless.. can you give me the job of cutting your lawn?" The woman replied. Every time they needed to use a socket. I'll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk. The little boy found more perseverance and offered.
But perhaps the joy was meant to be short lived. He wandered alone in the forest. it was already too late. Several months passed. The ground was full of slush. the mother used the vacuum cleaner at one of the sockets. “This is yours from today. Do what you like with it. When he showed the wood to the buyer. the buyer offered a sum that was a hundred times more than he was paying earlier.” The wood cutter would cut trees and burn them to make coal. But. wet wood! Where was the catch? . our baby as gone” The man drove home like the wind. the king disclosed his real identity and asked him. It’s a package deal. He said. its okay. Do you think he rebuked his wife for her negligence? No. they still had each other to live for. while taking leave of the wood cutter. One day. smile because it happened. Mother heard the baby scream as the powerful current shot through his little body. When she went in for a bath. 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. The woodcutter was very happy. because they were too heavy for him to carry to the market place. As dusk fell. That’s what destiny had in store for us. He had no choice but to carry the wet logs of wood to the market to sell it.” Their child was not going to come back. He gave us the beautiful experience of being mother and father. there was heavy rainfall and the wood became wet. He picked up a small pair of scissors and stuck its prongs into the socket. A minute or two later the baby got up and incidentally. he’s left us. All the virtues and vices of your partner come packaged in one capsule.done. It took only a few seconds. In the morning. The wood cutter was confused! Earlier he was supplying coal whereas now it was wood and that too. We have to accept God’s will. When the monsoon season started. “Honey. “It’s all over. After that she forgot to cover the socket with tape. Love is unconditional. The wood cutter being a simpleton asked. He’s gone. “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. what he could give in return for his hospitality. the child was asleep in his baby cot. Don’t cry because it’s over. he held her in his arms for she had also lost her only child. Playfully he pressed the switch with his other hand. found his way to the uncovered socket in the wall. Unable to control herself she called her husband and cried bitterly. so it was impossible to burn the wood to make coal. It was opened by a poor woodcutter who gave the 'stranger' a warm welcome. he knocked at the door of a tiny cottage in the jungle. By the time she reached him. He offered him his own bed to sleep along with some simple but tasty food.
But. those words that her son had said touched her heart. Many years later. The older one. Well! They got married and lived in the United States. “Mom and Dad. both the boys went abroad. last year. She said that your son.” Chorused the fifteen odd children in the coach. They were earning well enough to have a very comfortable life. “Good. now all of you . Many of the senior members of our society may not be financially independent. I have something to share with you. the girl.” “Oh! What was it?” asked Shashi in surprise. “Children. I LOVE MY PARENTS Shashi and her husband were the proud parents of two young boys. They shall bless you for it! Incidentally. for a holiday. “I have a condition. “He had said to his fiancé. they did not expect. “Mom. The son chose his words carefully. although. Let us understand the value of the human body given to us by the Almighty. very rich man. “Who is she? What does she do?” asked Shashi anxiously. we had an elderly tourist guide. They were an orthodox Hindu family. 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. it was real Sandalwood! The wood cutter realised what a fool he had been. She said to all the children in the coach. Young men and women! Whether or not your parents are in need of financial help. Shashi was told by a friend. the better chance we shall have to put to good use our bodies as well as our lives.The buyer told him that the wood that he had brought was no ordinary wood. They lived in Mumbai. She told me a strange thing. had laid a condition before he had married her. She was an absolute tomboy full of vim and vigour. madly in love with her. one day told his parents. I met your daughter-in-law recently. called Kim. But. the son was very sure that he wanted to marry. Most of us indulge in burning our energies in doing futile things that eventually have no value nor meaning. But. He had cut and burnt hundreds of Sandalwood trees to make coal. at a party. including ours. by now he could have been a very. it is perhaps too late. little realizing the value of this precious wood. I met a girl while I was in the United States and wish to marry her. “Shashi. 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.” The parents were pleased but apprehensive. we had gone to Singapore for a vacation. your parents have brought you to Singapore. Had he known. During one of our sightseeing tours. that was something. by the time we realise that we are wasting our lives. she is a white girl!” Now. Are you having fun?” “Yes. In the normal course of growing up and pursuing their higher education. The sooner we realize. They may have to extend a palm in front of their children for their daily needs and expenses. make it a point to give them something out of what you earn. We actually burn our bodies at both ends.
Father And Mother I Love You! POSITIVE CRITICISM Rawatji was the eighty years old clerk in the office of Ahmed. Besides. When I am the boss. for he can clean up your character without the use of soap or water! If you really pause to hear what a critic has to say about you. to the best of our ability. Nirmal kare subhaye!! This means. Nindak neare rakhiye. In turn. “My father had started this business house with Rawatji as his clerk. “Who is that old man? Tell him to mind his own business. Who was that old man and why did you allow him to speak to you like that? As the head of the organization. Steer clear of flatterers. FAMILY means.promise me. And for commonsense. I believe you lost father when you were young. it is our duty to give them our best.” The client raised his eye brows and said. “He is my father!” Ahmed looked into the detail of the calculation and realized that his junior staff had indeed made a mistake. experience and values. He said. All they do is massage your ego! . you can see your picture as the other guy sees it. Yes. I mean. Take criticism in a positive light. “Ahmed. he attends office everyday. Suddenly he said in a stern. Go over it again. Father passed away when I was only eighteen. He groomed me the way my father would have. sabun bina.” The learned Fakir Kabir said. he even stopped taking his salary. Rawatji managed everything passionately as if it were his own. He is my mentor. use it to introspect and improve yourself. that when you are all grown up and your parents are old. the client sat with Ahmed in an easy mood. Rawatji listened quietly in a corner. angan kuti chhawye! Bin pani. At this age. Nobody’s Perfect. I wouldn’t allow anyone to use that tone with me. This amount is ridiculous. One day a client was sitting in a meeting with Ahmed. but it is good old commonsense.” Ahmed paused for a moment and then said. The meeting being over. you are miscalculating the overheads. Ahmed was the head of a reputed business organization. Pobody’s Nerfect. to the best of their ability. his experience far outweighs ours. howsoever well qualified you may be. so how can I be? He sees through the mistakes I make. He has an uncanny sixth sense. He is my worst critic and yet my best friend. experience and values that are at the root of all good decisions. in business. It is only when you are able to identify your faults and acknowledge them that you can do something to improve yourself. who else can I turn to but Rawatji? Even Baba says. “Ahmed. everyone better know it!” Ahmed said. Fifteen years ago. keep a critic tucked away in the courtyard of your house. They were tabulating the terms of the new agreement for the purchase of steel for the new plant. authoritative voice. “Age should think and Youth should do. you shall bring them for a holiday to Singapore!” What a beautiful thought! Our parents give us their best. You know.
'Yes'. You do not know its value. Please help me to become rich.” said the man. I want to die. You are richer than many thousands of people who are disabled.. “Is the child normal? Are all the limbs complete? Is the mother alright?” .” The next day this poor man went to the priest's house again. He tore it into pieces and asked her to go to her room and put them together to make the map again. “That shall disfigure my handsome face. You only have to say. I do not wish to give him my eye. come again tomorrow. He was sure she would take the whole day to get it done. Good establishments are in fact. This deal shall not even hamper your good looks. “No. Whenever we come across a challenge or a puzzling situation. “My dear. Get up and get to work. To keep her busy. The priest introduced him to a blind man and said. he shall surely value you. If you work and prove your worth to your employer. I made the face perfect to get the map right. “I don't want to go through the pain... You can earn this money today. "Oh. But the little one came back within minutes with a perfect map.” The poor man shook his head and said. Make use of your limbs. he tore one page on which was printed the map of the world. who was full of self-pity. sick and suffering. He said “This man is suffering from kidney failure.” The following day.” The priest shrugged his shoulders and said. there is a man's face on the other side of the paper. whether it was a boy or a girl. There is no dearth of jobs. My late grand-mother never asked. THE POOR MAN A man. I shall think of something else. God has given you a perfect body." She ran outside to play. All she asked was. She said that whenever a baby was born in the family (it was an extended family). “Alright.” Then the priest said. There is always the other side to whatever you experience in this world. I am totally disillusioned because I have nothing.. if you would donate one of your eyes to him.THE OTHER SIDE A Father was reading a magazine and his little daughter every now and then distracted him.. You will be surprised to see an easy way to tackle the problem. she said. This is your greatest wealth.. or I do not wish to live. “If you are so concerned about your good looks.” This reminds me of what my mother once told me.” The priest thought for a moment and said. leaving the father surprised. “I am very poor. you can sell one of your kidneys to him for a fair sum of rupees three lacs. give me a day to think what I can do to help you to become rich. went to a priest and said. If you want. the priest had another guest sitting by his side. Come back tomorrow. old. look at the other side. “This man would happily pay you two lacs of rupees. Dad. When he asked how she could do it so quickly. in search of good workers. Seek out work. The world is waiting for you.
The salesman showed them a lovely chandelier for the drawing room. Now they had discharged all their liabilities.' So too. they moved in. The sex of the child was very secondary. sacrifice etc. As they were about to settle down into their cosy bed for the night. It was made of crystal and had candle bulbs in it. It was delicate and beautiful. But it was expensive. is not achieving all that you dreamt of.In a society obsessed with male progeny. They cost precious little. so they decided to build a small cottage for themselves. lest we have to regret in retrospect for missing out on them. they selected a simple and inexpensive one and made their way home. They then proceeded with the porch lights and the garden lights. it is valuing and appreciating the things you already have. the salesman said. it is with the small things in life that make the path of our life comfortable and pleasant. we should value it and put it to good use. In fact the most important things in our lives are not actually 'things'. After much contemplation they decided to buy it. We just need to understand that this is the greatest wealth that God could bestow upon us and so. Finally every thing was finalized and the order was placed. Contentment they say. All their lives they had spent on their children's upbringing. but they are the most important things in our lives. When the house was ready. Well. 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. He silently sent a blessing to the salesman who had reminded him to buy what he had tagged. “Sir. They are family. Your family and friends are like the night light that provides light when all other lights are off! . They indulged themselves with a lovely set of bed side lamps for their bedroom. At midnight the old man woke to answer nature's call. kindness. this was a great attitude. So. 'the most important light. Let's not overlook them and start valuing them. yet most significant and valuable. the lady switched on the night light. Soon they slept. They are insignificant and inexpensive. love. empathy. THE NIGHT LIGHT An old couple was building a small house for themselves. you have not taken a look at our range of 'the most important light' for your house. As the old man was about to sign the cheque for the total amount. They selected some simple fittings for the kitchen and the bathrooms. One bright sunny day they set out to buy light fittings for their dream house. as the salesman led him to a corner where there was a delightful array of night lights. laughter. A normal healthy child is all she asked for.” The old man raised his eyebrows. all of us who are lucky to be blessed with normal healthy bodies are indeed wealthy.
pastries and cheese puffs. “Hush! Hush!” he cried out. They then went to collect fire wood. The air was cool and clean. They slept on jute mats on the floor. they spent most of their time in meditation. One day the Vaidya got fed up of his idleness and said. During the night the king became sick. They brought water from the nearby stream to cook. In today's world we want to satisfy our taste buds with pizzas and burgers. so they thought that they would heat some water for bathing. Our rooms are cooled by the breeze of trees we have planted all around. They filled a bucket each and set them near the hermitage. A little sparrow was sitting on the edge of one of the buckets. The sage's people brought a Vaidya (Ayurvedic doctor) to attend to the King. Please ask the King to relieve me of my services. Months passed. We eat frugally because we eat to live. but when it comes to eating.” The sage smiled. The king recovered in a couple of days. I am fed up of sitting idle all the time. they got back. 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. 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. He said that he would provide for a monthly sum to be paid as salary to the Vaidya. They found the hermitage of a sage. The tiny bird flew away. “Tell me. He along with a number of ministers and courtiers was on a pilgrimage. Accordingly. . All of us here wake up at the break of day. The king offered his prayers at each of the temples. the king's party looked around for a place to spend the night. They bathed in the stream. They lived simply. After collecting some dried wood. two of the Sadhus went to the stream to fetch water. One of the Sadhus ran forward to scare it away. pakoras and rasmalais. not live to eat. They had left behind their families to meditate and free themselves from worldly attachments. One day. the hard life style of the residents of the ashram. The Vaidya had to sit idle all the time because no body seemed to fall sick there. wash and clean the hermitage. the Vaidya was put up in the Ashram. “Let me tell you the mantra of our good health. Some young sadhus lived there. It was a very cold day. They stopped over for the night. They ate mostly wild fruits and berries. One evening as dusk fell. During his stay at the ashram. The Vaidya went on. her beak was in the water. To express his gratitude. Most importantly. “Oh sage! I really don't think that I am needed here. eating simple food and working hard are the three legs of the tripod of good health.GOOD HEALTH There was a king called Sheelbhadra. En route they stopped at many temples. Some days passed like this. 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. We use gadgets to execute all the menial jobs around us. he asked the sage to keep the Vaidya there on a permanent basis. he saw from close quarters. This place has fresh air and sunlight.
but let me ask you something first. Hold your tongue or I'll kill you. The fellow continued to interrupt and disturb the session. the water was going to be used for just bathing.” “I put mine. “Wait a minute that was my bucket." shouted Gopa. 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. the first Sadhu reached out to pick up the bucket that had not been touched by the sparrow.” “Of course not." The Preacher asked the youngster to sit down and meet him later after the session was over. if you are sure that my words of abuse could penetrate through closed doors and windows. to reach your mother. They had a scuffle and one of the sadhus. The other sage said. The sadhu landed with a thud and his foot hit the same bucket over which they had been fighting. "Well. That one is yours. she does. then how is it that my words of prayer would not reach the Lord who is omnipresent?" . When he did it for the fifth time. got up and said rudely. All wild birds and animals would be drinking from it all the time! Thirdly. Gopa sprang up to the stage and caught the Preacher by the neck and said. "Panditji. was able to physically lift the other one and throw him further." he shrieked. "Keep my mother out of this. Does your mother sleep with her doors and windows closed?" Gopa looked at him angrily and said. All the water spilled out! Let us look at this objectively Firstly. on this side. that the quantity of water was reduced? Secondly. had the water become impure due to the sparrow's touch? It was drawn from the stream. A young man. isn't it?" "Yes.When they reached the buckets. "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. what proof do you have that this so called God of yours. "Then do you think she would have heard my abuses?" "Of course she would have and I'm going to kill you for that.” The argument went on. Who knows what reaches God? You are just wasting our time. listens to our prayers? These are all a means of earning for you Brahmins. till they caught hold of each other's neck." That was the last straw. Why don't you just wind up your talk now? Enough is enough. "She sleeps with her doors and windows tightly shut. being more able bodied. how much water could the sparrow possibly have drunk. "Of course she does! But how does that concern you? The Preacher repeated. it is mine. Leave my bucket alone. called Gopa. that one is mine.” “Why should I leave it. "Kill me if you must." Then Panditji said. the Preacher raised his voice and said.
They started off. The finishing line was a couple of kilometers on the other side of the river. So they decided to do the last race again. That is the version of the story that we've all grown up with. He thought for a while. There. the hare went all out and ran without stopping from start to finish. the fast and reliable chap will consistently climb the organizational ladder faster than the slow. make a report and send it upstairs. and then challenged the hare to another race. make sure you do some sort of research. continued walking and finished the race. He won. methodical and reliable. Not only that. got into the river. Be sure that God listens to every word that you utter in His praise. But that was the only way I could have made you understand. The hare and the tortoise. and realized that there's no way he can beat the hare in a race the way it was currently formatted. and the other fast and still reliable at what he does. He was at a loss for words. but to run as a team this time. The hare sat there wondering what to do. careless and lax. He realized that he'd lost the race only because he had been overconfident. The moral of the story? First identify your core competency and then change the playing field to suit your core competency. If you have two people in your organization. The hare agreed. had become pretty good friends and they did some thinking together. But the story doesn't end here. methodical chap. He also listens to every word that you utter for anything and to anyone. The tortoise did some thinking this time. This time. In keeping with his self-made commitment to be consistently fast. But then recently. On . "My friend. someone told me a more interesting version of this story. The tortoise agreed. by this time. I used those words. but He hears you no matter what! HARE AND TORTOISE (OLD STORY RETOLD) The moral of the old story of the hare and the tortoise is that slow and steady wins the race. make sure you create opportunities to give presentations that enable the senior management to notice you. In the meantime the tortoise trundled along. if you are a good speaker. you utter no words. one slow. So he challenged the tortoise to another race. He released the Preacher from his hold. Both realized that the last race could have been run much better. It continues: The hare was disappointed at losing the race and he did some soul-searching. In an organization. The story still hasn't ended. The moral of the story is fast and consistent will always beat the slow and steady. and this time the hare carried the tortoise till the riverbank. He even reads your thoughts!" Many a times when you stand in front of the deity in a temple. but on a slightly different route. but will also create opportunities for growth and advancement. swam to the opposite bank. the tortoise took over and swam across with the hare on his back. you pray within your heart. They started off. Working to your strengths will not only get you noticed. the hare took off and ran at top speed until he came to a broad river. but it's better to be fast and reliable. The Preacher got up and put his hands on Gopa's shoulders. If your strength is analysis.Gopa's jaw dropped. It's good to be slow and steady. I'm sorry.
. you haven't seen the room just wait. Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away . “I love it. I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work. Jones. but unless you're able to work in a team and harness each other's core competencies. . So.” Old age is like a bank account. well-poised and proud lady. including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories. or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. when faced with failure. even though she is legally blind. When we stop competing against a rival and instead start competing against the situation. moved to a nursing home today.the opposite bank. Each day is a gift.It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. “I already decided to love it . Sometimes it is appropriate to change strategy and try something different. Teamwork is mainly about situational leadership. I provided a visual description of her tiny room. I have a choice. you withdraw from what you've put in. The moral of the story. And sometimes it is appropriate to do both. it's how I arrange my mind." "That doesn't have anything to do with it." she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. I am still depositing.. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away. There are more lessons to be learnt from this story. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home. They both felt a greater sense of satisfaction than they'd felt earlier. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator. the hare again carried the tortoise and they reached the finishing line together. "Mrs. The tortoise changed his strategy because he was already working as hard as he could. sometimes it is appropriate to work harder and put in more effort. 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”." she replied. The hare and the tortoise also learnt another vital lesson. who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock. The hare decided to work harder and put in more effort after his failure. petite. you'll always perform below par because there will always be situations at which you'll do poorly and someone else does well. “It's good to be individually brilliant and to have strong core competencies. In life.just for this time in my life. ATTITUDE The 92-year-old. we perform far better. with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied. making the move necessary.
Then she heard a voice say. She began looking for someone to ask for help. I will take you with me. I'm sorry but I just need to be alone now. When he got ready for bed. "Love. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled. Vanity said. "Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill. Love realized how much she owed the elder." PICKLE JAR The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom. When the island was almost totally under." It was an elder. As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar. Love cried out. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name." . Love was the only one that stayed. "Sadness. "Come Love. son. Love asked." "I can't help you". Love saw Sadness passing. Love said. Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar. "Richness. Love asked. knowledge and all the others." Sadness answered. as we drove to the bank. I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar and admire the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate's treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window. sadness. Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank. You're going to do better than me. "Happiness. love decided it was time to leave. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. "But why did Time help me when no one else would?". They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. Knowledge answered. This old town's mill not going to hold you back. Can I come with you on your boat?" Richness answered. including love." Next. Happiness. "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat. Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box. "I'm sorry.LOVE Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived. When the jar was filled. When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Dad would look at me hopefully. please take me with you. Love began to cry. Love then found Knowledge and asked thename of the saviour "It was Time"." Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave. "Vanity. Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity and answered. Love saw Happiness and cried out. Each and every time. the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck." Then. please let me go with you." But Happiness was so over overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him. help me please. but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere. Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production.
each and every time. My older cousin. her nine-year-old brain had to first imagine falling. I just thought it was fun to be up so high." We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream cone. I walked over to the pickle jar. "Look.Also. I was always climbing trees. laying flat on the ground. she yelled out. My dad then explained to me that the mind has a very difficult time processing a negative image. She had fallen out of the tree. it came to no surprise for my dad to find me at the top of a 30-foot tree swinging back and forth. To my amazement. The next thing I know. we grinned at each other. In order for Tammy to process the command of not falling. nickels. dug down into my pocket. I remember my dad's voice over the wind yell. My little eight-year-old brain didn't realize the tree could break or I could get hurt. When I married. I dropped the coins into the jar. I heard Tammy screaming at the top of her lungs. I told my wife Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life as a boy. Mom and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa. poles. as if it had never been removed. Dad always got vanilla. it defined. "But you'll get there. and I finished college and took a job in another town. As they rattled around with a brief. we spent the holiday with my parents. Hold on tightly. "When we get home. taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. happy jingle. was also in the same tree. In my mind. Apparently. my . So. as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier. the bottom already covered with coins. when Tammy's mother felt the gust of wind." The years passed. then try to tell the brain not to do what it just imagined. I scampered down the tree to safety." she said softly. "Bart. After dinner Susan noticed something and beckoned me to join her. people who rely on internal pictures cannot see a negative at all. She was hanging on the first big limb. He'll never work at the mill all his life like me. I always got chocolate. "Tammy. and literally hanging around upside down from the rafters of our lake house. About that time a huge gust of wind came over the tree. how much my dad had loved me. Tammy. more than anything else. dimes and quarters. POWER OF POSITIVE WORDS As a kid. her eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser. Tammy's mother also noticed us at the exact time my dad did. I'll see to that. My dad later told me why she fell and I did not." So I did. Whereas. and pulled out a fistful of coins. stood the old pickle jar. we'll start filling the jar again. he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm. "These are for my son's college fund. don't fall!" And Tammy did fall. "The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born. about ten feet below me. he would grin proudly. With a gamut of emotions choking me." He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. "You'll get to college on pennies. When the clerk at the ice cream parlor handed Dad his change." he said. In fact. After dinner. I could hear the leaves start to rattle and the tree begin to sway.
Notice when you or other people use them. It leaves options for your listener Would Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen. Please spread the positivity! . Here is a list of Toxic Vocabulary words. Try: Presupposes failure. You might find yourself turning that TV off and picking up one of those books more often!" Exercise: Take a moment to write down all the phrases you use on a daily basis or any Toxic self-talk that you have noticed yourself using. Better language: "I read too much television makes people stupid." Likely result: Watches more television. If: Presupposes that you may not. Should Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen (and implies guilt. But: Negates any words that are stated before it.) Could Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen but the person tries to take credit as if it did happen. This is a classic mistake that parents and coaches make without knowing the damage of this linguistic error.eight-year-old brain instantly had an internal image of me hanging on tightly. Write these phrases down so you will begin to catch yourself as they occur and change them. Might: It does nothing definite. Can't/Don't: These words force the listener to focus on exactly the opposite of what you want. 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. Usage of negative words has a toxic effect.
I yelled and knocked and pounded at the door. . Stop it. Just then the door opened and he took me out and again placed me on the shelf. "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. I'm beautiful!!!' Quietly he spoke: 'I want you to remember. pounded and patted me over and over and I yelled out. I pleaded. I begged. but if I hadn't put you there. where I cooled and waited and waited. "You don't understand. He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over. suddenly the teacup spoke. then. you never would have hardened.' He spun me and poked and prodded and bent me out of shape to suit himself and then he put me in the oven.' And I did. you will not be able to have tea in a tea cup again without thinking of this. please. Stop'. Spotting an exceptional cup. 'Not yet!' Then suddenly he put me back in to the oven. and especially teacups. and I began to cool. I was ready to give up. that couldn't be me. You would not have had any color in your life. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel. I thought I would gag. I cried. you would have cracked. Only it was not like the first one. Oh. I have not always been a teacup. that felt so good! "Ah. This was twice as hot and I just knew I would suffocate. but had I just left you alone. I cried. I was convinced I would never make it. ‘That's not me." I thought. "Don't do that. The fumes were horrible. "Not yet!" Then WHAM! I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. I never felt such heat. you would have crumbled. When I thought I couldn't bear it another minute. ‘Oh. this is much better. But the master only nodded and said. wondering "What's he going to do to me next?" An hour later he handed me a mirror and said 'Look at yourself. 'Not yet. It's beautiful. after I cooled he picked me up and he brushed and painted me all over." As the lady handed it to them. They both liked antiques and pottery. There was a time when I was just a lump of red clay." "I don't like it!" "Let me alone. I know it hurt and it was hot and disagreeable in the oven. But. 'I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded and patted. quietly. I said. but if I had stopped.' he said. 'Not yet'. He only shook his head and said. they asked "May we see that? We've never seen a cup quite so beautiful. There was a couple who took a trip to England to shop in a beautiful antique store to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary.THE TEA CUP Love this story or not. but if I hadn't done that. I screamed. you'd have dried up. "Stop it! I'm getting so dizzy! I'm going to be sick!" I screamed. the door opened. and gently said." but he only smiled. My master took me and rolled me.
a gurudwara or a mosque is sacrilegious! One such young boy called Alex went to the church. it is very difficult to correct yourself. So when life seems hard. drugs etc. After the service was over. Some of them guffawed. she was asking for the week's account. 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. “Children. “I went to the Church. But if you can bring yourself to give up just one of your vices. and we are His clay. Alex was in the habit of giving her an account with inflated figures. smoking. Mom never suspected anything. sit down and reflect on this story and then. when you feel like you are in a fiery furnace of trials. stationery. You'll be glad you did. He decided to try out the advice of the preacher. A large number of youngsters are into drinking. you can make a start towards a good life. She usually asked for an account of his weekly expenses over petrol. He said. Later in the day. “The Church. Brew a cup of your favorite tea in your prettiest tea cup.If I hadn't put you back in that second oven. He happened to be very disturbed that day. I promise to give up one of them. one Sunday. The preacher delivered a sermon on how the vices bring about our downfall. and you are being pounded and patted and pushed almost beyond endurance. I am addicted to alcohol and cigarettes and doubt if I can give them up.” Alex opened his mouth. GIVE UP ONE VICE The younger generation of today has by and large. all your vices shall automatically leave you. In the evening.' The moral of this story is this: God knows what He's doing for each of us. One by one. “The what?” they chorused. he went to the confession box and said softly. try this. I have no control over my anger.” he said firmly. I shall stop telling lies. when your world seems to be spinning out of control. have pre-marital sex. not to lie. a church. Now. pleasing and perfect will. Now you are a finished product. get angry. he was out with his friends. you wouldn't have survived for long because the hardness would not have held. cheat and even kill for the thrill! Going to a temple. Every week he would hike up the account a little so that he could buy himself some alcohol and a couple of cigarettes. “Alex. have a little talk with the 'Potter'. 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. etc. food. The prevalent life style encourages youngsters to throw tantrums. “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". Please help me God!” Alex made a beginning. a deficiency of values. his mother asked him how much he had spent that week. They asked him. “I have many vices. What . But from today. where were you this morning? All of us went to the Café. go to nightclubs. Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you.” he said demurely. He is the potter. Others sniggered and looked amused. tell lies to parents. Alex looked the other way and managed to swallow his pride.
the hermit asked Tatia to come alone the next day. the hermit told the villagers about Jyoti meditation i. the rest of them followed suit. The boy would dance around the hermit and sing village songs for him. a much happier Alex stood outside the confession box again. he had no money to buy himself a single alcoholic drink. The next day. Good. Tatia tried too. The villagers would some times visit him and he would tell them about the purpose and value of human birth. but he would insist that they would have to spend more time with him than just a couple of minutes. “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. He tried again with the other matchstick. Some of the villagers learnt how to do it too. It was a little windy. That's right. He also opened his eyes to make a note of the facial expressions of all those in the meditation class and giggled at their serious faces. There was a lamp lying next to him along with some cotton. He told them that it was one of the simplest ways to meditate. As a result. I didn't know that all it took was giving up just one vice. that is the first step towards God realization. Now pour in the oil.should he do? How should he give her the wrong figures? He was under oath not to lie. The hermit saw it all. She raised her eyebrows. but his mind would travel at a thousand miles per hour. He had a small hut made from mud with a thatched roof. For the first time. I just had to show the way out to the first one. oil and a matchbox. So the following week. he gave her the correct amount.” Tatia struck the match. if they wished to learn meditation. When the group was about to disperse. there was no extra money with him. The hermit would ask him to sit still and repeat the Gayatri Mantra after him.” said the boy somewhat meekly.e. One day. “Alex. The villagers would ask him to teach them meditation.” MEDITATION There was a hermit who lived in the forest a little away from a village. he was not getting cranky and had no cause for throwing tantrums. He would want to giggle or scratch his nose just when he had been told to sit still. but the wind blew it out before he could so much as touch the matchstick to the wick. meditation on light. the hermit was waiting under the Banyan tree for Tatia. he noticed the bald patch on the head of the man sitting in front of him. He was sure the hermit would punish him for his antics yesterday. you've been very thrifty this week. for making me a different person. He said. “Alright make a wick out of this cotton wool. do you really want to learn meditation?” “Yes. Now put it into this little brass lamp and spread out its cotton base well. No money for cigarettes too! He found that he was sleeping better. During one meditation session. Two months later.” he would say. “I have come to thank you. The hermit said. Tatia was a mischievous teenager who had endeared himself to the hermit by his naughty yet loving ways. but the boy would keep on fidgeting. “Now light the lamp with a matchstick. The rest of them just walked out of the doorway. The wind was . Twist it well between your fingers and make it tight. That's wonderful son!” She gave him the amount he had spent and a hug too! That unnerved him! Now. Tatia was busy looking at the ant that was climbing on to the sleeve of his father. He would tell them that the mind needs to learn to concentrate.” Tatia followed instructions. “Tatia.
"Good pastime. The boy went up to the man and said. idiosyncrasies. “Now Tatia. “I'll try and shelter the match as you light it. He was able to take the stone out. "Look at the water. eh?" "Hmmm. to withdraw from worldly thoughts before it can experience the light of God. it shall be erased by the tensions.” The boy said. he managed to bring the match to the wick." "And soon. Lets take the stone out. . Some time later. the mind too has to be taken away from the hustle and bustle and the noises of life. the man would toss a pebble into the lake. Perhaps we can do it together. Strangely the wind became stronger. There were only a couple of match sticks left in the box. He seemed to be deep in thought and obviously did not wish to be disturbed. “Likewise. “The flame is too gentle and weak. Tatia looked confused and nervous. When the fire was burning strongly the hermit said. The hermit said. "Sure. it is. "they spread further and further. "Yeah. the water is still again. The hermit smiled and said. Tatia said. A young boy happened to cross by. Similarly a person may learn something about God. “What if we want to stop the ripples? The root cause of the ripples is the stone.” So they went inside the hut. Again and again Tatia lit the match. He was throwing small pebbles into it from time to time. this stone throwing. The mind has to go to a quiet place. It has to be sheltered from the cobweb of thoughts and desires. after a while. if we take this flame to the woods and the wind catches the flame. jealousies. Tatia was able to light the lamp with the first matchstick he had struck. Go ahead and look for it." The boy said. But as soon as the hermit moved his hands away. almost as if it was determined to defy. the man said softly.faster than him again." The man continued. But he only succeeded in making more ripples." offered the man. “Does that mean that I can never take this lamp outside?” The hermit picked up a log. it shall be strong enough to set the whole jungle ablaze!” THE RIPPLES A man was sitting by a lake. He was intrigued to see that after every few minutes or so. but if he exposes his knowledge to the world before it is strong enough. “Can we go out now?” The hermit shook his head and said. but it went out again." said the boy.” said the man. The boy said. if we go out again the wind shall blow it out. The hermit smiled knowingly and said. it's impossible to light the lamp in the wind. the lamp went out. He tried a third time." The man tossed a pebble into the water and continued. rolled a strip of cloth over one end and dipped it in oil. it is absolutely still. desires etc of the world. whims and fancies. it becomes quiet.” The boy put his hand into the water and tried to take the stone out. He proceeded to set fire to that end of the log by holding it over the little brass lamp. but the number of ripples that were made in the process were a lot more than before. “Let's go into the hut. but each time it went out before he could light the lamp. "Only till I toss a pebble into it now do you see the ripples?" "Yeah.” The hermit cupped his palms on either side of the match stick and the boy was able to light the wick.
If therefore there be. one by one the restrictions started slipping. At the age of seventy four. I had a close brush with death when I was thirty four. This is what it said. a completely changed man. Any kindness .” Before you allow a thought or a piece of information to enter your mind. THE LAST DAY OF MY LIFE At the age of thirty. A friend gave me a book. His attitude was always positive. Once the disturbance has been caused it takes time to ebb out. it will take its own time to die down. how are you so good? How do you manage to love so many people?” The old man smiled. put it through the triple filter test of authenticity. It had a poem in it. Understandably. helpful and loving. regular walks etc. about the purpose of life. “My dearest baby. He stayed at the hospital for a month. if he were to die? He followed the directions of the doctors. no tensions. He looked at his beautiful wife and two little daughters. relatives and neighbours started seeking his help and advice on various issues for he seemed to be wiser than his contemporaries. If a disturbance has entered into the mind. Slowly. he sat with his grand daughter one evening. he suffered another stroke. The doctors had told him in no uncertain terms that if he did not behave himself he could start counting his days. smoking etc. no nonvegetarian food. medicines. If a thought enters into it. “It is not possible to stop the movement of the water once a pebble has been thrown into it. 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. Slowly and surely he regained his health. the ripples can be avoided altogether! So too. Time surely is a great healer. Trivedi followed everything religiously. it is with our minds. tensions. He fostered love on who ever came his way. Even trying to forcibly remove the thought may further increase the turmoil in the mind. diet restrictions etc. No drinking. but prevention is always better than cure. life style changes. Four years later. She asked. That started a series of thoughts. he started feeling better and better. While he was convalescing. For a couple of months. friends. I expect to pass Through life but once. all played havoc with his health. goodness and value. What would happen to them. long hours at work. But if we can stop ourselves from throwing the pebble in the first place. Rich food. no smoking. a friend gave him a book to read. Too many conflicting thoughts just cause more and more disturbances. He came home. He was sent home with a long list of do's and don'ts. It was then that I learnt how life should be lived. revealing the crow's feet at the corners of his twinkling eyes. it creates ripples. Trivedi suffered a heart attack.The wise man said. “Grandpa. As time went by. Most important of all he developed an attitude of love towards all.
He recited the poem boisterously without faltering. that during the process of wrapping. An uneducated worker said. for the empty packs would not get detected by a normal x-ray machine. the worker brought a strong industrial fan. But eventually they heard him out and agreed to try out his proposal. I thank God. That being settled. it was just an empty wrapper! She lodged a complaint against the manufacturer and got her claim. He had obviously learnt and lived it over and over.I can show.” THE SOAP BOXES A lady bought some bathing soaps from a shop. it so happened that inevitably. one or two wrappers did get through. He put it at an . The management heard him out and passed the order to release the funds and to buy the machinery that he had proposed. For I shall not pass This way again. 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. Or any good things I can do to any fellow being. He proposed an expenditure of a large amount to put this system into place. there was a task before the management of the soap factory. For I shall not pass This way again. 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. 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. The process of handling each one separately for this purpose seemed to be very cumbersome. Let me do it now. After a detailed investigation. Then he said. for being alive.” The management hesitated initially. There was no soap in there. So. for my impertinence. When she opened one of the packets. “Excuse me Sir. Each morning when I wake up. I live each day as if it were my last. The next day. but I have a solution that shall cost a fraction of what you are planning to go in for. So I try to do only that. what I would do on the last day of my life. she found that it was empty. “My precious child.
The love of power shall bring about your downfall. The king said. “All I ever gave these birds is love. The sage said. The sage looked up and said. accompanied by his ministers and attendants. Guruji!” No answer.angle near the conveyor belt on which the packed soap bars were coming through and switched it on. The love of power has blinded you and brought you to the level of a killer. no answer. Common sense is seldom common! THE POWER OF LOVE A mighty King was marching home after being victorious in a gruesome battle. I said Pranam!” he said in an angry voice. You are the one who kills for the love of power. I rule over them like a king too. They poked their beaks into his face.” The disciples said. Hundreds of birds of different kinds were eating and the sound of their twittering filled the air. The army halted there for the evening. The sage said. “Do you know who I am?” he shouted. The King walked up to the sage. Guruji!” Still. The king decided to pay his respects to the sage there. “Your impertinence is intolerable. you are scaring the birds. The sage was sitting under a tree and scattering bajra seeds all around.” The next morning the King came to the hermitage dressed in his royal finery. In an instant. He had captured the crown prince of the neighbouring kingdom and killed the King. The few empty wrappers that came through got blown off by the fan! The rest of them went past easily. “Guruji has retired for the day. He sent his Minister and some soldiers to seek an audience. The King was crossing through a jungle. He wanted to rest. The sage did not look up. You are the one who knows not that this power is temporary. “Yes. I do. but that's because they love me. his eyes and his arms and all over. Oh King! Realize the power of love. He spoke louder. . The sage said calmly. “Guruji. But the birds wouldn't leave him. “Leave him! Leave him! Come to me my dears!” All at once. “Maharaj wants to meet the sage. The king moved his arms up and around to ward off the birds. the birds quietened down and sat meekly at the feet of the sage. One day another King shall kill you in the same way. He said. I shall behead you just now!” He drew out his sword and raised it to strike the sage. These birds would have killed you.” That made the king even more furious.” The king was beside himself with rage. They told the disciples there. you can come tomorrow. A simple solution. Nearby was a hermitage. “Pranam. “Stop shouting. “Pranam. hundreds of birds flew up and attacked the king. for a complex problem! This goes to prove that ideas are not the monopoly of the educated.
“Oh! It's you my son. An old woman opened the door. You need to see a doctor. some disillusioned and some vengeful. you have to help him.” It's not what you gather. I need help. He wasn't even sure. Many soldiers had died in both the armies. looking around uneasily. Against his wishes.” The young soldier winced and said. upon his mother's insistence. “I have a bullet in my arm. a wounded soldier. but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived! KILL THE ENEMY Two countries were at war for the last so many days.but the only power I ever exercise over them is the power of love and it is greatest power on this Earth. The young man sipped the tea.” The mother said. But right now. “Mama!” he called. He cleaned it up. “That's the best I can do. “Sssh! He's just slept. “He's the enemy Mama! You put us all into danger by letting him in. she would surely find a way to kill him! Poison him perhaps! He was totally helpless.” said the soldier. In an instant he saw the new entrant and realized that he was at the mercy of the enemy. you are under my care. I'm so happy to have you home. if he was in his own territory. The old woman said firmly. Should he ask the old woman? If it was enemy territory. Without any questions. but not succeeding. dug out the bullet amidst a continuous flow of blood. some wounded. My son too is in the army. “No way.” The boy spoke some angry words but she stuck to her stand. One such night. “Eat.” The boy said tersely. The heated exchange of words woke up the soldier. In the morning. lest you wake him up. maybe I could look at the wound. “Nothing you can do. The border areas were scenes of death and destruction. Look son. I am all alone here.” She said. The woman said. knocked at a lonesome cottage in the sinister darkness. applied some ointment and bandaged it. he's wounded badly. The old lady said. She brought him some hot tea and a few slices of bread. He had lost a lot of blood.” The son saw the other soldier and said. Be careful.” she said simply.” The old woman motioned to her son and together they unbuttoned the stranger's torn shirt. “Shall I help you to take that shirt off. Others were dead and never did return. hesitations or semblance of fear she let the young fellow in.” “I'll be on my way now. He said brusquely. Another young soldier walked in. making an attempt to get up. “Mama! Who is that?” She replied. I'll do whatever I can to help you. “This is my son. It's been so many days. I'm sure together we can do something for you. “But. Sleep now!” . enemy or not. the son. Each night the soldiers would return to their barracks. let it be.” But he knew that he needed help and soon. Sit down by the log fire and make yourself warm. but he is not here. An hour later there was another knock at the door. “Look son. you may go if you wish to. You're not going anywhere.
but instantaneously changed the hand-shake into an embrace. the door bell rang and father said. 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. “We all need someone like your mother.” It was Father’s turn to ask. so I sent her away!” He continued.In the morning after eating a wholesome breakfast of hot porridge.” The soldier was unnerved.” The soldier left. As father opened one e-mail. TEMPTATION Father was working on his laptop. but that night he understood the meaning of the term ‘brotherhood of man. He was back in a minute. It was a holiday. son?” Sirish said. He just deleted them. He didn't know what to say. just send it right back. to tell us that it's the enmity that has to be killed. For some of them he did not even open the attachments clipped on. “How can I ever thank you?” She replied. he couldn’t contain himself and asked. The soldier said. father read through and typed replies to. the soldier said to the old woman. “Temptation? What do you mean by that?” The little boy smiled and said. “Sirish would you get that. You see it’s better to delete it as soon as it comes up. Only a few of them. “There was a lady selling chocolates at a discount. I’m caught up. Sirish noticed that for a large number of mails. Finally. “Temptation? What do you mean by that?” Father sat the innocent little boy in his lap and said. what are you deleting?” Father smiled mysteriously and answered. my child is something that tries to incite you into doing something or buying stuff that we don’t really need. Mummy told me that they are just not good for my teeth. Father asked “Who’s it. That’s just what I did!” . Papa. “Papa didn’t you tell me that when Temptation comes calling. Sirish watched curiously as father pressed the ‘delete’ key over and over again. I hope you will too. These mails are called spam mails.” “Yes.' He knew that only one weapon was needed to kill all enmities. The ‘enemy' is also made of flesh and blood like us and some of them have hearts of gold.” he extended his hand towards the son. not the enemy. A short while later. They are sent by people who wish to tempt us to buy stuff that is not really good for us. but he had lots of mails to clear so he had brought his laptop home. Finally he said. “Temptation!” Sirish asked. “Papa. His little son Sirish was watching him. father pressed the ‘delete’ key as soon as the e-mail was displayed on his screen. not the enemy. I promise to try my best. And that weapon was LOVE. don’t reason out.” said Sirish as he rose to open the door. “Temptation. “By Killing the enmity. “It’s okay Papa. “I'll try my best. If you study the whole write up. 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. after the other. it was just Temptation.
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. It is said that the world is a reflection of you.” The king said. very impressed with the painting and gave a hefty sum as a reward to the artist. He gave a double reward to the fellow. “Young man. The first artist brought in a regular supply of paint. He encouraged artists from all over his country and gave them valuable gifts. “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. “Young man. “Oh King! Give me a blank wall in your palace and let me paint a picture on it. The following day a thick curtain was put into place and both the artists got to work. The king sent for the second artist and asked him. I shall make exactly what that man will make on the opposite wall. But the king loved surprises and he decided to give the young fellow a chance. It will be more beautiful than anything you have ever seen before. each minor detail was exactly as it was on the first wall.” Now. One day an artist came and said to the king. Then he said. my wall is ready too!” The king went to see the first artist’s wall. Lo and behold! The same painting was to be seen on the opposite wall too! Amazing! But true! Each line. that was a tall statement. how did you do it?” The lad said simply. another young man said. I promise you shall not be disappointed. including the king and the first artist were intrigued.” The man said. Moreover. But this man had not been seeing what was going on. For when we polish our hearts and souls we see God’s reflection within.Setting an example is not just one of the ways of teaching your children. on the other side of the curtain. But you must tell me. Just then. I too am an artist. water etc. showed up in it! That is what it means to polish your self.” Now. without looking at his work. “What would you like to make?” The man said. Whatever you . “My Lord. the king happened to be constructing a big hall at the rear end of the palace.” So the artist was given the job and he was very pleased indeed. After a month the first artist told the king that his work was complete and he would like to show it to the king. I shall do so. Everyone in the king’s court. He was very. “My Lord. “Oh King! Please allow me to work on the opposite wall. He then asked for the curtain to be opened up. I am indeed very happy with your work. The reflection of the painting across the room. It’s the only way! THE PAINTING ON THE WALL There was a king who was a great admirer of art. “Alright you may work on one of the walls in the new hall. So how had he done it? The king wanted to know the secret. oil. So he said. when would your work be ready? I am coming to see the first wall this evening. The second one would some with a cloth and a bucket of water every day.
he read out his article that was a very good piece on the functioning of the heart. the world will seem to be that too. Arushi thought he was already a doctor.. to share with you. She climbed onto his lap and asked. "This is a picture of the human heart. If my heart did not give love I would die. Then why do people fight? . One day she went to his room and found him studying a big book. Then he said. 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 All of us have biiiig hearts. Only God knows how to make new hearts so we should try not to break them. to speak for another minute. My heart loves all parts of my body. as if trying to understand everything! He caught her little hand to place over his heart and said. I seek your permission. "Doctor Bhayia. the world will look to be happy. her eyes shining. My heart is cracked and breaked when people say a bad things to it. I am writing an article on the heart for my presentation. but all the same he nodded his head in assent. restless . a part of my heart cried and died.are.. She wrote her article and gave it to Doctor Bhayia. My heart is When Raju break my dolly. "Sure. angry. "Sir. jealous. hiding his smile and said. When I get new toys my heart jumps. My heart is soooo big. Her cousin Rajat who was twenty years old. that is what the world will seem to be to you THE BEAUTIFUL HEART Arushi was only seven years old. My heart does dhak-dhak all the It is in circolatury system and pumps all the blood. time. "Can you feel how its beating? It works hard all day to pump blood. that I can put so many people into it. If you are sad. dejected. Rajat looked at her. Mama says God lives in all hearts. was studying medicine." "May I help you?" asked Arushi. what my seven year old sister has to say on this topic." She looked at it curiously. If you are happy." Arushi sat down to work seriously. so she called him Doctor Bhayia (brother). On the day of the presentation. Off you go now. you write something for me and I'll put it into my work. what is this?" He said. This is what Rajat read out: 1 red. There is one like that in all of us." The Professor in-charge was baffled.
There was pin-drop silence. men who had made a name for themselves in the world of music. Meera. Little Arushi had seen beyond what doctors see. It was time for the final verdict. The mike was passed on to the second judge. You have sung it terribly! I cannot even count the number of mistakes you have made. You have immense potential in you. having proved your mettle in such a sea of talent. Then the Professor rose up from his seat and started clapping One by one. be happy. started with bated breaths and pounding hearts.” The rest of the contestants went through their turns of listening to the opinions of the judges on their respective performances. Soon the singing part was over. Come out of your Utopia. What struck the audience was not the final . The singers had excelled. The second round. for they could not hold back the tears of disappointment. In this field. The road is tough but it’s not impossible to conquer. centrestage and said to her. you were brave to have chosen that song. just how it should have been sung. in front of such a voluminous audience and in the midst of so much talent. you can make it if you practice consistently. you have to practice day and night. The lucky five sang in the final round. one is always a learner. Don’t give up. The contestants had sung in front of three eminent judges. He said.” He went on to sing a line from the same song to show this bewildered contestant. Good luck to you. the only difference is that you are yet to become famous. The first judge called one of contestants. we are also like you. He said. They had the audience literally dancing to their tunes. wept openly. everyone stood up to give a standing ovation. All the young participants put forward their best. But don’t worry. Twenty two entries had been selected from the hundreds of entries received.” It was the turn of the third judge to speak now. the flesh and the blood. I wish you luck. Tears streamed down the girls cheeks. It was a rare honour to get a chance to sing on this platform. you just need to garner it right. But you have a lot to learn yet. She had seen beyond the mechanics. You have to train under the grand maestros. Lady luck shall surely smile on you if you continue to persevere. “I wonder what prompted you to choose such a difficult composition to sing. You need to train for longer hours. even we are still learning. young lady. only five contestants were short-listed. “Well. Those that did not make it. The crowd was going berserk with enthusiasm. You youngsters think that by singing a few numbers here and there you can become singers of repute. Let me tell you. Truly she had understood the real functioning of the heart! THE MUSIC COMPETITION A talent search competition was being conducted by a music company for young budding singers. You have my blessings. 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. At the end of the second round. “First of all young lady I wish to congratulate you for having reached the final round. She fought to hold them back. The first round being one of elimination brought the number down to ten. There was a thunderous applause from the audience.
at least he has had the experience of the journey. So. He employed a contractor who came with a large team of labourers. The small amount that was left over. When the road was ready. Both of them were considered to be capable young men. but polish you into a brilliant gem! THE VILLAGE SARPANCH The villages in India have a head-man called Sarpanch. The track cut through the play ground where some boys played Kabaddi. recruited only a few labourers. Important are those who have had the guts to enter the arena. The challenge is to let it not grind you into dust. In a couple of days the contractor reported to Karam that the road was ready. but the attitude of the judges. Mahipal still had some money left over. They even erected small banks of mud on either side. Mahipal on the other hand. Inderpal was the Sarpanch of a village. . For not all people have the guts to try. “We shall not cut it. Karam set to work the very next day. Together the boys planted them on either side of the road. Mahipal used to buy some sweets and distributed them amongst his spirited team of youngsters. He has had the strength to submit himself to a verdict of success or failure. He has had the spirit of adventure. 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. He had become very old and was failing health. the elders were unable to make a final selection. Karam and Mahipal. 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. A couple of names were suggested. As the audience walked out of the auditorium. The old Sarpanch decided to put both of them to test. They cleared the track of bushes and trees and beat down the mud to settle it. He bought a hundred saplings of mulberry. a few were discussing the participants and the results. we shall divert the path a little to go by its side. 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’. Half way through they came across an old Banyan tree. There is no greatness in pointing out where and how great men stumbled.” All the young men helped to level out the land.result. The funds were not enough for making a proper road. Having discussed the pros and cons of having either of the two as Sarpanch. Mahipal said. 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. They zeroed down on the names of two men. The village was about a mile away on either side from two different highways. Even if he fails. Life they say is a rocky road. It is not the critic who is important. he told the village elders that he wanted to retire from the post of Sarpanch.
She went to the Sun God and said to him.” So the mother rat went to the king of rats and said wearily. will you have my charming daughter for a bride?” The Mountain God spoke in a grating voice. young she-rat was eligible for marriage. Please accept her as your wife. “Madam.” The Sun God smiled warmly and said. They showed him the saplings that they had planted. “Lady. Sometimes it can be funny too! A pretty. Her mother was somewhat over ambitious and decided that she must find a very powerful husband for her darling daughter. “Dear Rain God. eager to see the reaction of the Sarpanch. Later he went to see the other road. A leader is never a leader alone.” The tired mother rat hobbled up to the Mountain God and proposed to him.” The mother rat rushed to the Rain God and said. I try hard but I cannot move him. only one who serves is fit to become a leader. for when he comes with his army of clouds. The Sarpanch was especially touched by the gesture of side tracking the old Banyan tree and not axing it. The Sarpanch was happy.” The wind God chuckled and said.” The Rain God replied with a twinkle in his eye. Why don’t you propose to him?” So. for he is immovable. “Please dear Mountain God. but being over ambitious can lead to disappointment. I am indeed moved that you thought of me as a good match for your daughter. He along with his caravan of rats digs into my body. “Perhaps you don’t know that the Mountain God is more powerful than me. the ambitious mother scurried away to the God of Wind and swiftly proposed to him. But if you are looking for a powerful husband. There is no way that I can defend myself against their sharp teeth. He was impressed by the perfection with which Karam had done the job. It is his dedication. “I am honoured by your proposal. Moreover. I am completely overshadowed. “My daughter is extremely beautiful and your power is unmatched. I have to change my track.” THE RAT BRIDE It is good to be ambitious. he is a leader of people and that because he and his word are worthy of trust. He was greeted by a whole group of youngsters. “The most essential quality of a leader is not perfection. She would be a perfect bride for you. but let me tell you that the king of rats is more powerful than me. let me tell you that the Rain God is mightier than me. When I bump into him. Your power and her beauty shall make a great alliance.” .The completion of work was reported to the old Sarpanch. The Sarpanch went to see both the roads. “Oh King! I offer my beautiful daughter to you. He named Mahipal as the new Sarpanch saying. credibility and his ability to create a team. please marry my daughter. They make holes and burrows wherever they please. Mahipal has been able to win the trust of all these youngsters that is why they have followed him. don’t you know that the God of Wind is more powerful than me! He can blow my clouds to smithereens if he wants to. It looked quite professional and meticulously done. He has been honest to the cause and has shed sweat to involve people and make a team. please make her your wife. “Oh mighty God of wind! Please marry my lovely daughter. She shall make a very suitable bride for you.
Is everything alright?” The woman hesitated. He loved to see the Grandpa’s turn into little boys. Would you like to come to his room?” The old man followed the lady to Bunty’s room. Next door lived a young couple and their ten year old son.” One evening the residents waited for Bunty. I mean. Please don’t disturb him. He would put the daisies into the hair of the old women and into the button holes of the old men’s jackets. Sometimes he would bring yellow daisies for them. but he didn’t turn up. They looked forward to Bunty’s visits just as much as he looked forward to them. “Gladly!” So the king of rats married the pretty young lady. Another day he brought his cricket bat and played cricket with them. One day he told them about the drama that they had at school. 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. Perhaps he has got something in common with you. Next to his bed was a trolley laden with bottles of glucose and dextrose. “Good evening ma’am! I was wondering if Bunty is well. She would simply say. Bunty is sick. On the fourth day. It had about thirty residents. He seemed to have no friends of his age. no. “He has just gone to sleep. In life too. He’s been struggling with the pain. one old man who was really missing Bunty. others were healthy. Bunty. A worried looking mother opened the door. Tea and biscuits would be served to them. it isn’t. A bottle of blood was being transfused into the boy. They had a grand wedding and the rest they say is history! Finally. there was no sign of him. The management would put cane chairs outside. The little boy was very thin and weak. the ambitious mother rat realized that her beautiful daughter was fit to be a bride only for a rat. and all the men ‘Grandpa’. He called all the women ‘Grandma’. Bunty’s mother was usually busy with her household chores. we haven’t seen him around for some days. Every evening he would come to the old age home and chat with the residents. They would often ask her why Bunty had no friends of his age. She got up and motioned them to come out of the room. He enacted the various roles all by himself. He loved these old people and he loved to see them laugh. pressed the door bell of Bunty’s house. “He’s happier playing with you. The sight he saw stopped him in his tracks. The next day too. but sometimes she would come along with Bunty and chat with these oldies. 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. She signalled for them to be quiet. all the residents would sit outside in the garden. There were numerous bottles of medicine. Some were sick.The king of rats blushed from ear to ear and said.” . There was a nurse on duty. others were confined to wheelchairs. It was a daily routine that these elderly people looked forward to. “Yes. Sometimes Bunty would play the guitar and sing songs for them. Some were active.
The old man said. “Grandpa.” The old man was speechless. Bunty’s a strong willed boy. tired and weary. Bunty is thalasemmic. He never wanted to discuss his disease. He’d be heart broken if all of you were to pity him.” As she served him food. Come to think of it. We requested the doctor to give him the blood transfusion at home. Most of the apple boxes had split open and the apples were strewn all over the road. first and foremost we are answerable to our own conscience! FIND YOUR WAY BACK HOME The father of a teenager usually tries to teach him life skills in an attempt to prepare him for the proverbial ‘Big-bad world’. The Insurance company executives had come to assess the loss. to look in to the matter. He got a chest infection and had very high fever. each professional. He was pained to see the truck laid upside down on the roadside.” She swallowed to hide her tears. doing his job to get things back into the streamline. All the little acts of love. “He never told us. It was late in the evening when the truck owner returned home. It will take a while for him to get well. I’m really hungry. she said. so he opts to play with all of you. all that concern and laughter from a child who was thalasemmic! The happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems. He used to let them out for the transport of apples from Himachal Pradesh to the plains. while playing games. Many hours passed. I left my wallet at home. He’s not able to match up with his peers at school. “How could I? They didn’t belong to me!” How true! We are answerable to others later. so I allow him to see you every evening. In the wee hours of the morning he got the message that one of his trucks had skidded and overturned on the highway. Get me some food quickly. He came to see us everyday. even you never let us know!” “Grandpa. but he never let us know. “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. I’ve not had a bite all day. One such father was on a business tour to a foreign . The contractor who owned the apples came to retrieve what ever he could. It makes him happy. “Every month we take him to the hospital for his blood transfusion. all that sharing and caring. A crane was called to put the truck back on its wheels. but those who learn to live with things that are less than perfect! THE APPLE TRUCK A man owned many trucks. At dawn the truck owner went to the site of the accident. He told his elder sister. “In the hurry. Luckily there was no loss of life.The lady said. He has very low immunity. Three days back he contracted a viral.
Suddenly the boy realized that the father was no where around. if you could fend for yourself.” “Did you let him out of your sight. the old man sat in the garden. Anyways. you would have seen me. for that was the farthest he could pay for.” “Neither did I! If only you had looked around carefully. I must say. without letting him know his actual predicament. Your son did well. but he was disappointed. I am old now. He took a bus to a place that was half way to the hotel. The boy looked in the restrooms. I wonder why you created me and then left me alone in this world to fend for my self. the boy decided that the best thing he could do was to make his way back to the hotel. He sat down and thought. with no money in my pocket?’ Just then he heard the key turn in the door and father walked in! “Dad. The boy grew up to be a man and the father became old. He looked around for him desperately. you decided to test your son?” “Yes. But no where could he find his father. hoping to find father inside. but to no avail. he did not even know the way back.country. but he fought them back. “Lord. They were staying at a small hotel. He walked the street up and down several times but could not find his father. The other half. “I wanted to see. even for a moment?” “No. you did rather well. He read the directions from the site maps on the way. only to find that he did not have enough money to pay for his fare back to the hotel. I’ve gone through so many ups and downs in life. I wonder what life is all about. He had taken his fourteen year old son with him. He rummaged through his pockets. he found his way back to his father! I too expect you to find your way back to your eternal father. Many times he had to ask for directions from strangers. he tactfully asked the traffic policeman to guide him on how to get there. As the sun began to set. I was testing you to see whether you could find your way back to me. “I was only a few steps away from you. One quiet evening. the shops. “Do you remember the day. hungry and weary. Why do you not guide me? Why don’t you talk to me sometimes?” Then God replied. He was talking to God. They went out in the day. It was late in the night when he finally trudged into the hotel tired. He felt tears brimming in his eyes. The boy was scared. he walked. He marched up the stairs to their room. They were walking on a busy road. So. ‘What next? What should I do? How will I find him in this alien land. 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. I’m quite proud of you!” Years passed. the restaurants and the corridors.” “Oh! Really? Then why did you follow me all the time?” “I had to be sure you were safe. all the time!” “What do you mean?” asked the boy incredulously. looking at the sunset. I too expect you to find your way home. Do you even know what I have been through? As I sit in this armchair in the twilight of my life. to your eternal .
you could ask Father Peter Peirera.. And Abdul. for a nationalistic cause.P. numb with pain. he needed a big piece of land a little far away from the city. This church belongs to the people. Try your luck!” So. “Well scientific research is much required for our country. “Officer. He along with one of his students called Abdul. For his research. The next day the road contractor came. But this is God’s home. thanks to the large heartedness and vision of a nationalist called Father Peter Peirera. She had just given birth to twin daughters.” The following Sunday. ‘yes’. The old woman looked at the newly born girls and beseeched the Lord.home! Come my child. till the entire crowed agreed unanimously to give up their place of worship. She had to forego her own dinner to buy some milk for them. “Oh God! What is the crime committed by these poor souls! Who will look after them? Have mercy on them!” Out of compulsion. the old woman looked after the babies for the night. approached the Municipal Officer concerned and put in a request for allotment of land for scientific research. The other baby slept peacefully by her mother’s side. She fed it to them. It would not be possible to give it. The old woman put one of the wailing babies to the breast of the young mother. “Well. He had a group of young scientists to assist him.. the scientists name was Dr. The woman was weak and miserably poor. if they could shift to another suitable place. Father said. Then he asked. The scientist requested the officer with a smile saying. He was told that one of the woman labourers had died leaving behind two little babies. I am waiting for you to find your way back to me because you belong to me. “No!” The officer explained that the land that they were asking for was home to a number of fishermen. The God of death hovered around her and soon her painful life drew to an end. THE TWINS A young woman labourer assisted in building roads. is none other than Dr. who was in charge of the church.. In addition there was a church on that land.” SPACE RESEARCH A senior scientist was doing space research. I shall have to ask them. The first response was. Vikram Sarabhai. As for the old church. Abdul Kalam. Father Peter Peirera addressed the gathering and conveyed the request of the scientists. Another space was allotted and a new church was built for Father Peter Peirera and his people.J. Abdul made his first rocket there. in a pool of blood. it was used as a workshop for the research programme by the scientist and his team. A. very slowly. The contractor went to the house of the old woman . drop by drop. She was lying behind a bush.” Ironically. the scientist and his students went to request Father Peter Peirera. perhaps we could request the church management. ‘yes’. the officer smiled and said. The only person attending to her was an old woman who was also part of the road building team. “Well! Can we give them the church for the benefit of our country?” Slowly. Former President of India! All that. after the service was over. Incidentally. the people started saying ‘yes’.
“Father has only a few breaths left now.. A very old woman died in a dirty cottage. THE LAST JOURNEY A rich old man was very ill and was on his ‘death-bed’. He confirms that He loves you. He noticed that they both had a mole on the left cheek and looked very. God alone knows what is good for each one of us. The next day. the young son of the contractor brought home a beautiful girl. My wife and I were passing by.. They were probably just a few days old. he chose to keep quiet. We tried our best to find out about their family but to no avail. Finally we brought them up as our own. Had the mother not died. These two girls were crying by her side. The contractor asked the girl to bring her family. When God keeps you waiting. Another one opens. these girls would surely have become labourers too. He rushed out of the room. The wedding was fixed. the girl brought her parents and sister.. He knew who they were! But. He told his father that he wanted to marry her. The eldest son said. The contractor was much impressed by the sisters. When one door closes. He confirms that you made the wrong choice. He handed out some money to the old woman and mumbled something under his breath. When God answers your Prayer. And had the old woman not died. When God denies you your wishes. the old woman would not have come forward to care for them. The girl’s father asked to talk to the contractor alone. His four sons stood around him. Twenty years later. “Sir.to see the girls. 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.” Then it came back to him! He looked at the girls closely and saw the black moles on their left cheeks. Soon he will die. very similar. One of you go and talk to the flower girl to deliver fifty garlands of fresh balsam flowers so that . He said. Let us arrange for a beautiful open-jeep carriage to take the body to the funeral ground. for he could not bear the stench of the damp walls mixing with the smell of urine and stale milk. He confirms that He is waiting for the right time to give you the right thing.. Had the young mother not died.
He said. “Why bother with the ambulance and the flowers? The funeral ground is just behind our house anyway. whether his last journey is in a fancy carriage or in an ordinary ambulance?” The youngest son was craftier still. an ambulance or a cot. “Of what use is the ambulance from Jeevan Hospital? We can request for an ambulance from the Government Hospital or from the Red Cross Society. The garland stringer chopped off the stalks and leaves. we should be displayed for people to see and admire. I’ll just go by myself. Surely that should be more economical. He wanted to leave behind enough wealth to make them comfortable for a long. 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. He won’t even know. Why don’t we just ask for the ambulance from the ‘Jeevan Hospital’. They were not at all pretty to look at. long time.” The third son was even thriftier. “Why to order the flowers? They shall rot in this heat anyways. adding some asparagus ferns and silver strings. Each fold and each petal was a sculpted masterpiece. The carriage shall cost us dear. “We wish we could be given to a beloved. “We hope to be able to spread our fragrance to more and more people. Two beautiful . but they were extremely fragrant.” The old man happened to be listening to this conversation between his sons. He sent them to a florist. Also order a set of new clothes for him. he must go too. The third bush had soft light pink roses known as desi-gulab or wild roses. “We are so perfect. The second bush had roses in yellow with pink streaks. The roses on the first bush were blood red in colour. I think my shoes are enough for me to walk out of here. He said. We are four of us. I don’t need help from anyone of you. “If one of you will kindly bring my shoes. And.” The next day.we can decorate the arthi nicely. Our father has lived like a king. down the road? It shall not cost as much as the jeep carriage. The red roses were bought by a rich old lady who passed them on to an expert garland stringer. we can put him on a cot and carry him on our shoulders. for red roses are the ultimate expression of love. The red roses said.” The roses on the third bush said softly. Each bush was abloom with roses of different hues. shapes and sizes. It’s only a short distance from our house to the crematorium. The roses on three of the bushes got talking. I don’t need a carriage. Each one of them was exquisitely formed. the gardener came and cut the rose stalks. So.” THE ROSE GARDEN Spring had brought new life to this beautiful rose garden. She strung the roses into an exquisite garland. 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. After all what does it matter to a dead man.” The second son said. do we really need the new clothes? He is going to be dead anyways. but their unique selling point was their shape. like a King.” The roses on the second bush said.
The red roses’ vanity was burnt away and they were reduced to nothing. The red roses were happy for they had been used by the lady as an offering of love. that is of utmost importance. Even their cries could be heard by no one. Meanwhile the perfect yellow roses were bought by an interior decorator and were used to design an enormous flower arrangement along with various types of greens. “Oh Krishna! Oh Radha! We are sorry for being vain. Others hurried past. The next day the priest removed the garlands from the deities and cast them away in a corner of the temple. The red roses cried. egg shells and chicken bones. Find your focus. Let us pause for a moment to look into the fate of the little pink roses. Aggarbattis were made! They were used in the temple to sanctify the area with their aroma. The red roses suffered a setback to their vanity but made up for it because they soon realised their folly. for no one seemed to want to buy them. Please do not caste us away. Many devotees saw the exquisite garlands and wowed at them. Eventually the florist gave them away for free to the girl who worked in the shop. The petals lay immersed in the water for days. When the flowers were totally dry. The girl took the roses home and gave them to her mother.garlands were made and delivered to the rich old lady. The wild roses were focussed right from day one. We were too caught up in pride to enjoy our closeness with you. A man saw the wilting red garlands. deep in conversation. Eventually they wilted and the hotel cleaner dumped them into the garbage along with the rotting peels of vegetables. That bunch was left sitting in the shop of the florist for days. The end that you eventually meet with depends upon the road you choose to take for the journey. The yellow roses preened and smiled. they were crushed to a fine powder and some glue like substance and some oils were added to them. to none other than Radha-Krishna the proverbial lovers. but only a few people had time to stop by and admire their perfection. They were almost beginning to rot and their dreams of giving fragrance to people seemed to be quite impossible to realize. 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. whereas the yellow roses thought about nothing. A group of young workers were deputed to hand roll the mixture onto fine sticks. She offered them with devotion to Radha and Krishna at the temple. Busy executives rushed past. 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. but they were happy! What about the perfect yellow roses? They spent all their life waiting for recognition and admiration. 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. He picked them up and put them in the sun to dry along with many other flowers that had been laid out for drying. Perhaps you could identify . They added some powder to the water now and then so that it would not start stinking due to stagnation. The red roses swelled with vanity. but no one came forward to listen to their cries. holding their cell phones. but the physical and the mundane. The mother shook off all the petals into a huge basin of water. Please Lord! Give us another chance to serve you. glancing at their expensive wrist watches and talking sixteen miles to a dozen.” The roses beseeched the Lord. Here is some food for thought. The roses were proud for they were the centre of attraction for all to see. The entire set up was placed on the centre table of the entrance of a hotel. The roses wept for they felt dejected and useless.
rummaged through his worn out pockets and said. The rest of the property may be auctioned and the proceeds used for setting up an orphanage for the orphans of war. I owe my life to him.for it.” Then he reached into his pocket and took out an envelope. The bullet that was meant for me. The old family gardener came forward. . “The entire collection of paintings shall be inherited by the buyer of my son’s portrait. “Before I read out the Will regarding the inheritance of the property. we will stand by you. The lawyer said.. The portrait is yours. Marina’s world had just crumbled to bits. I was with him when he died. Most of them offered.” The lawyer counted “One . Live your life such that when you are to go. He had lost his only son in a battle. Their savings had been spent to the last penny in trying to save him.”. Friends and relatives came to console her. but this one touched his heart. One afternoon. I have been directed to put up for auction. please accept it as a gift.. actually hit him. this portrait of his son first of all.. I have painted a portrait of your son. because he came in the way.e.. 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. It was put above the mantelpiece in a place of honour.27/. a visitor knocked at his door and said “Sir. you were crying and all those around you were smiling.” So saying.. His body had become infirm and weak.with either of the roses and in case you are on the wrong track. Two . His lawyer had a letter that was to be read out after the cremation.. this could just be the right time for you to change your track. There were no takers. Sorrow and age had wrought havoc on his face and dulled his vision. I was also a soldier in your son’s army regiment.” That was the end of the auction.. The walls of his beautiful house were adorned with masterpieces of great value. Gone. Again and again the lawyer called out for someone to name a price. I have special instructions regarding his most valuable property. I must auction out the vast collection of paintings and utilize the sum as directed in the letter. the old lawyer put up the portrait of the deceased son that had been presented by the soldier. “If there is anything that we can do to help. “I can pay Rs. The pain had been too much to bear and he had lost the will to live. 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. Kripa passed away. She had no work experience. Many years later. Three . i.” Kripa was a connoisseur of art. but no one wanted the crudely painted picture. If only we show love towards those whom He loves. It said.. cut it open and pulled out the Will. “You are not alone. she was totally a home-bird. his collection of master pieces.. So it is with the Lord. She had a fourteen year old daughter and an eleven year old son. do let us know”. you are smiling and others are crying THE SON’S PORTRAIT Kripa had become old.
. “Actually Marina. Today’s menu for lunch was jackfruit and curd with Roti. She walked into the interview room with the confidence that stems only from God’s presence in you.” A week later Marina applied for a job as a salesgirl.” This went on. in a women’s garments store and asked a relative to put in a word for her. she would definitely throw up. but if there is anything else. Her expenses seemed to soar whereas her resources dwindled. The next instalment for the school fees of her children was due in a fortnight. I would have spoken to the Principal for you. It may be something else.. In her dream she saw God smiling at her and blessing her. Marina broke down. The tension was unnerving. She was offered the job. He does not take over. The friend said. “Yes honey.” The girl put a spoonful of jackfruit into her mouth and made a face as if she was tasting poison. I’ve given you my promise. for the warden was supposed to be present all day. Now gobble it up. “See that you . Suddenly she said. The next morning she found an advertisement in the newspaper for a walk-in-interview to fill the post of a warden for a Boarding school. I mean. The poor child looked at the revolting mass in her plate and felt that if she ate it.. hollow words. “Lord. I’m always willing to help. “Don’t worry. Grandma looked disgusted at the attitude of the mother. 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. Till one night. The school provided free education to the wards of their employees! The school mess would also provide free meals to her wards and herself.” The girl said. Marina requested one of these friends to help her get a job as a receptionist at a local school. “It may not be a ‘thing’. Just finish it fast and tell me what you want. will you grant me a wish?” Father grabbed the opportunity to resolve the situation and said quickly.. you have to have a certain personality to look after such a job. I’ll get it for you.A month later. they really won’t listen to anyone. but she is just not the obliging type. The house rent was grossly overdue. whatever you say. when He asks you to surrender your problems to Him and forget about them. to turn your thoughts away from all your problems and leave everything into His hands saying. The little girl had her eyes and her plate full. To surrender means. “Oh God! Why did you do this to us? How shall I tend to my children? Please help me for I am absolutely alone. But. With one stroke. Mother was equally adamant.. if I eat it. but you are really not the type.” Father said. She would have to eat it! There was no way that mother was going to let the girl leave the table without eating the much detested vegetable. the owner is my friend no doubt. “Okay. She cried her heart out and prayed. all her problems were solved! It is only God who stands by His words. meaningless endearments and lame excuses. The mother said. if you continue to worry about them..” She cried herself to sleep. 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. She refused to eat the jackfruit. provided she could move into a residence at the hostel premises. Thy will be done.” When at last you realize that God is all you have left. so he watched in silence. “You see Marina.
He visited a renowned music teacher and expressed his desire to him. apparently the bald boy’s mother came up to him and said. what about that now? You are going back on your word. But I never thought she would actually live up to it. we just have to realize how precious they are. Later in the evening. Daddy’s heart melted. After all. And how does it matter anyway? Its just hair! It will grow back.” he said. “Oh no! My son did not have to get his head shaved. The teacher conducted a preliminary test on him to guage his talent . be reasonable and I shall surely let you have your way.” Daddy said. She promised my son that she would get her head shaved. Silly girl!” said mother. “You had your way. the most precious things in life can not be made or bought. For once Grandma seemed to see eye to eye with her daughter in law but chose to keep silent. It was a bargain. It’s so unfair!” she said in a trembling voice. He was afraid that the other children would make fun of him. with a clatter and grandma almost fainted. “You have quite a daughter.” But the girl was adamant. You have always taught me about the value of honouring your word. You see he has leukaemia. He said. now don’t be unfair to her and stop making a fuss!” Father took the girl to the barber and got the job done. I just want to get my head shaved.” The man was even more confused now. why did your son have to get his head shaved?” he asked. they are gifted to us by God. Father was surprised to note that the boy too had no hair on his head. What’s the big deal about it?” Mother said. Looking at the little girl’s tear filled eyes. She tried to smile bravely and said. “What rubbish! That’s impossible. 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. During the chemotherapy he lost all his hair and was refusing to come out of the house. He had a good voice and he wanted to train to become an Indian classical singer. he took her to the park to play as he did every evening. You gave me your word. But your daughter coaxed him on the phone to come today. “I want to get my head shaved!” Mother’s spoon fell from her hand. THE ROSE BUD A young boy wanted to learn music. “Who ever heard of a girl getting her head shaved? I will not allow it. “But darling you shall look obnoxious. don’t even dream about it. it’s just a bowl of jackfruit. “She has done her part. although he could not make out head or tail of why she wanted to do such a weird thing. so that the other children at the park would not jeer at him.” Father stood his ground. It’s not such a big deal after all!” The girl ate it all up. “Look my child. “But. Father said. this is quite a ridiculous thing to ask for. If we do not honour our word.don’t go overboard in asking for a wish. was this the latest fashion or what? Just then a lady. “No. “Daddy you promised me. washed it down with a whole glass of water and then said quickly. A short while later a boy came to the park. Why don’t we buy you a nice Barbie doll instead?” “But I don’t want a doll. He did not understand. she will never learn to honour hers.
. They showed him the rarest species of mountain undergrowth that only the locals know of.and decided to give him a try. Just look at the state of its petals. The pine cones looked like . got crushed into the stamen. The children plucked wild berries off the trees and offered them to the man. Hurry has now become a cause for worry.” That evening. “Guruji. He stopped to feed the squirrels and the birds. till he reached the top. A stray dog ventured near him. its not going to be a short time. But.?” The teacher said. He gave them some toffees and chatted with them. whining. lest they are poisonous. The young man filled up his haversack and strapped it on to his back. I am the cause of its present state.” TREKKING IN THE MOUNTAINS Spring was in the air. I am determined. The man noticed that the dog was bleeding. Slowly and carefully he tried to open up the petals of the rose bud to make it look like a flower. The man continued his trek up the mountain. “Do you see that rose bud on the bush outside.. that’s the number of years you’ll take to learn. it seems. “Guruji. I have made a mistake. The spring in his step matched the spring in the air. was in a hurry to bloom from a bud into a flower overnight. whistling a merry tune to himself. Every now and then he stopped to admire the flowers and the trees. hard he tried. He took out his first aid kit and carefully reached out for the poor mongrel. others fell off. The inner most that were just beginning to form.. The flowers in the valley and on the mountain were in full bloom.” A few months later. He started his trek uphill. It had hurt its leg. He walked up slowly but surely. he ate them too. how soon can I become a singer?” The teacher said. He went on further uphill. it shall never become a perfect rose flower now. how much time would I need to train under your guidance. The boy asked. However. smiled inwardly and thought. He wept. They skipped along with him and showed him the best path to take.. but I promise to let you shape me as you wish. even as long as you live. A man decided to go for a trek to the top of the mountain. It seems to have outdone its potential to grow. “Look son. some of the petals got torn and mutilated. because singing is about learning more and more each day. “Guruji. the boy asked the same question. He washed the wound and dressed it up. Everything around him looked so happy. He met some village children on the way. Had the bud grown naturally it would have been beautiful at each stage of its life. this bud. ” By now. “I’ll soon learn everything there is to learn. but seeing the children eat. He called the boy and said. the boy was in tears. The lovely spruce trees looked rich and green. He was wary of eating them. The number of days it takes to unfold its petals to become a full grown flower. perhaps the bud was in too much of a hurry. He took out his packed lunch and ate it. I cannot give back its babyhood to the bud. the boy went and squatted near the bush. “Well. It would have spread fragrance all around and its beauty would have lent splendour to our garden. I pried it open. it’s not the buds fault. But one thing you can be sure of.” The boy. Please unfold me petal by petal at your own pace and will. The next morning the teacher saw the plight of the rose bud and understood what had happened. how much time.. that depends upon how much work you are able to put into it. he threw some tidbits to the rabbits too.
“Today wherever you go. The children recognized him as the toffee-man. Together. can I hammer the nails in?” “Sure. He realized that he may have to spend the night there. what would you like to be when you grow up?” He answered. It is important to be nice to people on our way up for we may need them on our way down.” beamed the carpenter.” That afternoon the doorbell rang and Tarun opened the door to a carpenter. “Please. all the way down the mountain. In the evening they went to the temple. to games. How beautiful they looked! The sculptor was fixing the pedestal as many people looked on in awe! Tarun asked the sculptor. take this stone and try to cut a straight line through it with my chisel and hammer. Tarun hammered in a nail and then went into a reverie. He yelped in pain as his ankle got twisted. He would sit on his study desk. Tarun yelped in pain. to foes. to films.” said father. nursing his swollen thumb. Tarun watched the carpenter with fascination as the latter sawed and nailed the wood together. so he could never hold his mind onto the subject that he was supposed to be studying. Tarun asked. New idols of Goddess Lakshmi and Lord Vishnu were being installed. So too it is in life.nuggets of gold hanging on the trees. He saw the bandage that he had earlier applied to him. He was all alone. He basked in the sun for a while. Some time later the dog was back. but he just couldn’t walk. Soon he was transported into a world of exquisite marble statues that he had sculpted. He started his descent. He placed the stone between his feet and carefully wielded the chisel and hammer. Now what? He applied some balm to his ankle and tied it up. His little acts of kindness and love had won him enough friends to help him when he was making his descent. . His favourite pass time was day dreaming. As the sun went down he realized that it was time to go back. He lacked concentration. He was making masterpieces of furniture in teak and mahogany. like an injured puppy. the children helped him to hobble back. “Son. CONCENTRATION Tarun was always unhappy. I never thought about it. But the day-dream came to a rude halt as the chisel went into his heel. because he was fed up with his studies.” “Well. Just then he saw the stray dog looking at him. try your hand. with his books open in front of him. to food. How grand those armchairs looked! Till “Ooow!” he yelled! He had banged his thumb with the hammer! He mumbled “Sorry. causing it to bleed. The dog seemed to understand that the man needed help. “I don’t know father. look around at different people working in different vocations and try to plan your future. followed by a group of children. His father had called him to repair a window that had broken in the storm last week. One day his father asked him. “Here.” Tarun started excitedly. The air was cool and pure. “Will you teach me how to make statues?” “Why not!” said the sculptor. He licked the foot of the man and then limped away.” and went outside. he slipped and fell. Half way down. to holidays and so on. but his mind would wander from friends.
Just then he heard his father. If you are a hardworking person and can work in earnest." The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him. A few years ago. “Hey Tarun! Have you thought about what I asked you?” “Yes father. “I shall give you a book of the shalokas that you need to recite for yajnas. when someone does something good for us. and one friend slapped the other one in the face. got stuck in the mire and started drowning. How on earth could he possibly learn all those mantras? He could not concentrate on the answers in his science book. "After I hurt you. she gave out her email address and phone number. and said. festivals etc." They kept on walking until they found an oasis. After the friend recovered from the near drowning. “I’m going to be a good student.”Well. Barbara gets a call from a young man who introduces himself as Johnny. but without saying anything. You shall have to report to me at 5 a. prayers. about a month later. who had been slapped. he went up to the priest and asked “Panditji. can I work with you?” “Of course. "Barbara.” So. All that these people have to do is to offer food to the Lord and shake the bell. any vocation is good for you. During some point of the journey they had an argument. why?" The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us. Her talk was on creating memories for the customers so they would want to come back. “Surely I can become a priest. you wrote in the sand and now. What should he do? Concentration was required for being a carpenter or a sculptor or even a temple priest. we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away.” Sure! If you are a good student.m. The one who got slapped was hurt. she spoke at a convention for a large grocery chain with over 3. fasts. He said.. offerings. and I like it! I'm just a bagger in the . he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE. but the friend saved him. you write on a stone." Johnny the Bagger (A True Story) Barbara Glanz is a speaker and author. At the end of her speech.” said the fat Brahmin. I heard what you had to say about service. "If you have any great service stories.He eyed the temple priest’s large belly and thought to himself. And they get so many nice things to eat in return. The one. But.” said Tarun earnestly. you can master any trade! Sand and Stone A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert..” Poor Tarun. where they decided to take a bath. we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it. there was no respite in any profession.000 people attending. in the morning after having completed your morning ablutions. wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. I'd like to hear them.
In fact. That afternoon. That night the farmer couldn't sleep. the person who had bought his farm was watering the camels at a stream that ran through the farm. you could have your own city. and my dad and I will print it out on the computer. He was unhappy because he was discontent and discontent because he was unhappy. If you had a diamond the size of your fist. "If you had a diamond the size of your thumb. Back home. He got so disheartened that he threw himself into the Barcelona River and committed suicide. took care of his family and went in search of diamonds. but now I come 2-3 times just to see the smile on Johnny's face when he drops in his favorite quote.ACRES OF DAIMONDS There was a farmer in Africa who was happy and content. I went to the back of the line and suggested that customers move to another checkout.' So the next day. he was emotionally. and it seems like everyone in town is talking about us! And you know what. Barbara gets another call…this time from the store manager. so each day I'm going to pick out one that I like.store and I have Downs’s syndrome. When he got to Spain. "Johnny. I decided that I like sayings. I went out into the store and noticed that one line was three times longer than the others. A Inspirational and Motivational Story ." And then he went away. and they wouldn't budge—they wanted to see Johnny's quote of the day! In fact. so he was putting his favorite Snoopy stickers on the packages. we all have our unique gifts to give. but I wanted to think of a way I could make a difference. one lady said. I'll just drop a strip right in their bags and say. The next day when customers come through. I think that's a wonderful idea!" A few weeks later. He was happy because he was content. the rays of the morning sun hit a stone and made it sparkle like a rainbow. “Barbara. We're having the time of our lives. everybody in our store is finding creative ways to put their mark on service. 'I used to come here once a week. He picked up the stone and put it in the living room. I'll cut out the quote in strips and sign my name on the back of each one. He looked all through Europe and couldn't find any. Barbara?" Barbara said. One day a wise man came to him and told him about the glory of diamonds and the power that goes along with them. 'I hope you enjoy my quote of the day. Barbara? It happened for one reason…Johnny decided to do something!” When it comes to service. physically and financially broke. I round up my team and tell them what Johnny has done to give our customers more than they expected. Our guy in the meat department loves Snoopy. you could probably own your own country. . I see the lady in the floral department cutting off her broken flowers and pinning them on the elderly women in our store. He was content because he was happy. He looked all over Africa and couldn't find any. you won't believe what's happened at our store. The next morning he made arrangements to sell off his farm. He says.' What do you think. however we'll never make the emotional connection with the customer unless it begins in our heart. and talking to his customers. He thought it would look good on the mantle piece. Across the stream. He was unhappy and he was discontent. The wise man said.
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. When our attitude is right." he said. there are others who are dyeing the grass on our side. As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- . the stones were diamonds. A Story to Share . Miraculously he managed to reach his friend. The next one may be better or worse. he was still alive and i had the satisfaction of hearing him say.. "What do you mean. "Is Hafiz back?" The new owner said. They would be happy to trade places with us.. worth it?" responded the Lieutenant. and then looked kindly at his friend. He asked." said the soldier. "Your friend is dead and you are mortally wounded." The man said." The lieutenant's advice didn't matter. Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire whizzing over his head... 5. we realize that we are all walking on acres and acres of diamonds. why do you ask?" The wise man said. "No. though. All we need to do is recognize it. "Because that is a diamond. the officer checked the wounded soldier.True Friend Horror gripped the heart of the World War 1 soldier as he saw his lifelong friend fall in battle. The same opportunity never knocks twice. but it is never the same one. 4. no." "It was worth it. I KNEW YOU'D COME. that's just a stone I picked up from the stream. "I told you it wouldn't be worth it. hoist him onto his shoulder and bring him back to their company's trench.. I recognize one when I see one. they complain of noise when it knocks.That afternoon the wise man came and saw the stone sparkling. While we are dyeing the grass on the other side. We don't have to go anywhere. and the soldier went anyway. There are many more.* What is the moral of this story? There are five morals: 1. 3.. "You can go. Sir" the private answered. When people don't know how to recognize opportunity. "Your friend is dead" "YES. "But it was worth it because when i got to him. I'll show you. "but i don't think it will be worth it. Opportunity is always under our feet. The grass on the other side always looks greener." They went and picked some samples and sent them for analysis." said the lieutenant. "JIM.. Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your life away.. sir. Sure enough. Come. They found that the farm was indeed covered with acres and acres of diamonds. 2.
he thought. convinced he had half a million dollars behind him. a nurse came running up and grabbed the old man. With renewed optimism. he was out of debt and making money once again. All year long he'd been wheeling and dealing. and pushed it into his hand saying. It comes from ones own commitment and dedication to ones vision! Seeing ourselves having what we want and feeling it with us all the time increases our confidence enormously. But just as the executive was about to hand back the check and share his success story. He closed several big sales." he said. Meet me here exactly one year from today. "Take this money. head in hands. "I can see that something is troubling you. the old man appeared. Suddenly an old man appeared before him. It was his newfound self-confidence that gave him the power to achieve anything he went after. Exactly one year later. the executive decided to put the un cashed check in his safe. The astonished executive just stood there. "I believe I can help you. Within a few months. stunned. so the number of potatoes that a child . Rockefeller. Rockefeller. Suppliers were demanding payment. then one of the richest men in the world! "I can erase my money worries in an instant!" he realized.” And she led the old man away by the arm. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. wrote out a check. After listening to the executive's woes. A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game. Suddenly. wondering if anything could save his company from bankruptcy. From the above story we can make out that Confidence is nothing but vision held positively no matter what. he negotiated better deals and extended terms of payment. "I'm so glad I caught him!" she cried. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates. "I hope he hasn't been bothering you.Worth Reading… A business executive was deep in debt and could see no way out.000. signed by John D." He asked the man his name. the old man said." Then he turned and disappeared as quickly as he had come. At the agreed-upon time. He's always escaping from the rest home and telling people he's John D. The business executive saw in his hand a check for $500. he realized that it wasn't the money. It all lies in what we see it as. Just knowing it was there might give him the strength to workout a way to save his business. buying and selling. and you can pay me back at that time. real or imagined. Creditors were closing in on him. Whether actually it is there or not doesn't matter. that had turned his life around. he returned to the park with the un cashed check. He sat on the park bench. But instead.
Finally.. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family. on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. Forgiving others is the best attitude to take. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week. Days after days passed by. he raised his voice at his father and said. and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Angrily. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. can you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart for your lifetime?" Moral of the Story: Throw away any hatred for anyone from your heart so that you will not carry sins for a lifetime. The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Curious. the children were relieved because the game had finally ended. Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business." Touching life story. A young man was getting ready to graduate college. leaving the holy book. He needed to come home immediately and take care things. Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away. and thought perhaps he should go to him. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom. Besides. sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. leather-bound Bible. After 1 week.. and told him how much he loved him. When he arrived at his father's house. every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. Before he could make arrangements.. 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. "With all your money you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house.will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son. 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. but realized his father was very old. and knowing his father could well afford it. but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely. As Graduation Day approached. and willed all of his possessions to his son. some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. "Learn to Forgive and Forget. So when the day came.. Some had 2 potatoes. he told him that was all he wanted. those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. .
The Panama Canal 5.. you could have heard a pin drop. 2.. 6. "Yes. to laugh. just as he had left it years ago. and to love. to see.." The girl hesitated. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many. and maybe we can help. The room was so quiet. As he read those words.. With tears. Though there was some disagreement.. and then added. a little.) 5.He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible. May this story serve as a gentle reminder to all of us that the things we overlook as simple and ordinary are often the most wonderful . to feel. The Grand Canyon in Arizona 4. It had a tag with the dealer's name. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. The Taj Mahal in India 3. St. 4.. hadn't turned in her paper yet.. Enjoy your gifts! . tell us what you have. China's Great Wall While gathering the votes. "Well. The quiet girl replied. 7. the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired.and we don't have to travel anywhere special to experience them. to taste. 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. a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Bible.PAID IN FULL. he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages.. to hear.. (She hesitated a little.. The Empire State Building 6.. the teacher noted that one student. Peter's Basilica 7. to touch.. On the tag was the date of his graduation. At the end of the lesson.." The teacher said.. "I think the Seven Wonders of the World are: 1. the following received the most votes: 1.. Egypt's Great Pyramids 2. a quiet girl. 3. and the words. then read.. the students were asked to list what they considered to be the Seven Wonders of the World.
but the things we didn't do. is not the things we did that we often regret. "Please look for these things. these things are the 'stuff' of life. life is not measured by the number of breaths we take." "Sure. I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us. Another one… A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. "So I would like you all to make me a promise.A Story worth Reading . Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double dip ice cream cone. Go barefoot. she went on. He called his parents from San Francisco. or on your way home. perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house. It can be taken away at any moment. I would like to share with all of you. "Class is over. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me. Remember. I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband died suddenly of a heart attack. With a gentle look of reflection on her face. "we'd love to meet him. It doesn't have to be something you see. but by the moments that take our breath away. or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees. As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over. . The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. appreciate and give of ourselves." The class was completely quiet. From now on. That afternoon. "Mom and Dad. share. The things we often take for granted." . although it may sound trite to some. love. but I've a favor to ask. and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook. 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. . a thought that is unrelated to class. For. but which I feel is very important. and cherish them. it could be a scent. or walk on the beach at sunset. she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students. For as we get older. About a week after his death. she paused and said. We must make it important to notice them. or the way the morning light catches one autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end." they replied." Her eyes beginning to water. Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. I'm coming home. Every once in a while. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down there. on your way to school. find something beautiful to notice. Perhaps this is the Powers way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day. "Each of us is put here on earth to learn.
Please tell me. "you don't know what you're asking. with his head down. and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. the little boy replied. The parents heard nothing more from him. Thankfully. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy. then march yourself to your room and go to bed. or smart as we are. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live. the son hung up the phone. We have our own lives to live. The police believed it was suicide. Looking up. son. how much do you make an hour?" Daddy: "I make Rs." "Son. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. he said. He has nowhere else to go. 500 an hour" "Oh". Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own." At that point. . they were told. what it is?" Son: "Dad. I want him to live with us. and I want him to come live with us. Their son had died after falling from a building." said the father. We find it easy to love those who are goodlooking or fun to have around. "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know. "Dad. They recognized him. however. The parents in this story are like many of us. regardless of how messed up we are. Mom and Dad. there's someone who won't treat us that way." "I'm sorry to hear that. they received a call from the San Francisco police. how much do you make an hour" Daddy: "That's none of your business."There's something you should know the son continued." "No. 300?" The father was furious. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. beautiful. may I please borrow Rs. "if the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or other nonsense. but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. What do we work for ?? Son: "Daddy. their son had only one arm and one leg. A few days later. Why do you ask such a thing?" Son: "I just want to know. may I ask you a question" Daddy: "Yeah sure.
said the man. started to get angry again. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. "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. I'm awake. Here's the Rs. "Daddy I have Rs. may be I was too hard on you earlier". 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. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.Think why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior" The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. Then. but now I do. If we die tomorrow. . "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you." replied the boy. "No daddy. son?" He asked. then looked up at his father... smiling "oh thank you dad!" He yelled.. "I've been thinking." the little boy replied. 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. reaching under his pillow he pulled some crippled up notes. seeing that the boy already had money. "Why do you want money if you already had some?" the father grumbled. The little boy slowly counted out his money. the man had calmed down. 500 now. "Are you asleep. Have a nice day. "Because I didn't have enough.. we pour ourselves more into work than to our family. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so. The man. those close to our hearts. and started to think: "May be there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us.300 you asked for" The little boy sat straight up. And come to think of it. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow.
"Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?" The man said." What he had written was: "Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it." There were only a few coins in the hat. Keep the faith and drop the fear. Live life with no excuse and love with no regrets.1000 deposit amount. Think differently and positively. Be creative. knowing that you are the reason behind it!! Amazing Story: Monica married Hitesh this day. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind. turned it around. Soon the hat began to fill up.A small thought…. In the journey of life. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective? Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. Monica's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook." Do you think the first sign and the second sign were saying the same thing? Of course both signs told people the boy was blind. Handle your present with confidence. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life. Be innovative. Mother: 'Monica. He then took the sign. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. Prepare for the future without fear. please help. Great men say. At the end of the wedding party. With Rs. Write down what it's about next to the line. put some money in. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. "I only wrote the truth. "Life has to be an incessant process of repair and reconstruction." The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling… And even more beautiful is. Face your past without regret. When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry. He held up a sign which said: "I am blind. Invite others towards good with wisdom. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked. I said what you said but in a different way. take this passbook. if you want to travel without fear. of discarding evil and developing goodness…. show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. . A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. you must have the ticket of a good conscience. and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words. A man was walking by..
we can't stand it anymore. the more money you can put in.. Do the others with Hitesh.Kind of typical nowadays. They regretted that they had married the most nasty people in the world.' Monica thought it was true... Monica got pregnant .. that's no big deal.. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.7 Feb: Rs. Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and spend it first.1 Jun: Rs.200. We agree to divorce.100. This was what they did after certain time: .The more memorable the event is. They didn't talk much. .1000.1 Mar: Rs. But before that.. However. salary raise for Monica .. first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage .. Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it... you can know how much happiness you've had.15 Apr: Rs. they started fighting and arguing for trivial things. vacation trip to Bali .2000.300. Hitesh got promoted. girl. and so on. I've done the first one for you today. I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!' Mother: 'Sure.' Monica shared this with Hitesh when getting home. after years. When you look back after years.. do one thing first.. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made. huh? One day Monica talked to her Mother: 'Mom.20 Mar: Rs. no more love.
putting the passbook back to the safe. she handed the passbook to Hitesh. "When you fall. Instead see the place from where you slipped. Life is about correcting mistakes . And a line next to the record: 'This is the day I notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years. She found a new deposit of Rs. She looked. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind. waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account. When she was home. The next day. How much happiness you've brought me. She left and went home. in any way. she took a look at the passbook record. and looked.' They hugged and cried.So she went to the bank. Hitesh gave the passbook back to Monica.5000. Her eyes were then filled with tears. Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not ask. and looked. asked him to spend the money before getting divorce. I believe the money did not matter anymore after they had gone thru all the good years in their life. While she was waiting. Don't see the place where you fell.