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

home a point, used an illustration those students will never forget. As he stood in front of the group of high-powered overachievers he said, Okay, time for a quiz Then he pulled out a one-gallon, wide mouth mason jar and set it on the table in front of him. Then he produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar. When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, he asked, Is this jar full? Everyone in the class said, Yes. Then he said, “Really?” He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. Then he dumped some gravel in and shook the jar causing pieces of gravel to work themselves down into the space between the big rocks. Then he asked the group once more, Is the jar full? By this time the class was on to him. Probably not, one of them answered. Good he replied. He reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand. He started dumping the sand in the jar and it went into all of the spaces left between the rocks and the gravel. Once more he asked the question, Is this jar full? No the class shouted. Once again he said, Good. Then he grabbed a pitcher of water and began to pour it in until the jar was filled to the brim. Then he looked at the class and asked, What is the point of this illustration? One eager beaver raised his hand and said, The point is, no matter how full your schedule is, if you try really hard you can always fit some more things in it. No, the speaker replied, that’s not the point. The truth this illustration teaches us is: If you don’t put the big rocks in first, you’ll never get them in at all. What are the big rocks in your life? Time with your loved ones, faith, education, your dreams, a worthy cause? Teaching or mentoring others? Remember to put these BIG ROCKS in first or you’ll never get them in at all. So, tonight, or in the morning, when you are reflecting on this short story, ask yourself this question: What are the big rocks in my life? Then, put those in your jar first.

I LOVE YOU, PAPA Devyani was sitting beside her ailing father. He had contracted Pneumonia, after being out on a chilly winter evening in January. She read out short stories from a book to him. He listened with attention as she read the author's description of a garden in a valley, abloom with flowers of various hues. He said, “Devyani, it's time to sow the seeds for the

spring flowers. I don't think I'll be able to do it this year. Would you do it for me?” “Yes, Papa,” said Devyani happily. For the next few days, Devyani organized her work so that she would be free to work with the gardener, when he came at four in the afternoon. She supervised the sowing of the seeds. She made careful considerations of the height and colour of the flowers that would bloom. She reported to her father what she had been organizing in his beloved garden. Father's eyes shone with paternal pride as he saw his lovely daughter working responsibly with the gardener. “Papa, the garden will be in full bloom in March. It's your birthday on March 30th. You know what; we'll have you fit as a fiddle by then. We'll invite all your friends and have a feast together.” Father smiled happily and nodded in agreement. Come February, but father was not better. He contracted a chest infection. Some days later it spread to his lungs. All the antibiotics seemed to have no effect. Father coughed and wheezed day and night. There was an array of cough syrups, tablets, steamers etc on his bed side table. Devyani and her mother nursed him lovingly and tirelessly. But day by day, he deteriorated. He became weaker and weaker, till on March 20th, he passed away in his sleep. Devyani and mother bade a tearful goodbye to the man they loved so much. On the 28th of March, Devyani called up all her father's friends and invited them to a garden party to celebrate her father's sixtieth birthday. They were surprised, yet intrigued. Devyani baked a cake and iced it with a “Kiss.” She placed it on a table in the centre of the garden. Some other eats were also organized. But it was not the iced kiss on the cake that caught their attention. The flowers took everyone's breath away! The flowers were planted in such a way that the pattern made by their height and colours read as 'I love you Papa!' As Devyani sang “Happy Birthday to you, dear Papa' she raised her tear filled eyes to the heavens and said, “Papa, I know you can see your garden of flowers, I love you, and I always will. Happy Birthday to you!”

THE FAVOURITE CHILD The woman had three sons and six daughters. Her day was full of chores to fulfill the numerous demands of her growing troop. She was always busy with cooking, washing, cleaning, dusting ironing and also counselling! One day her youngest son fell sick. She called up the doctor and requested him to drop by and examine him. As he checked the boy’s throat, he asked the lady, “Madam, how many children do you have?” She hesitated for a moment, then said, “As many as I can take care of!” The man watched her as she sat beside her five year old son, who was burning with high fever. She dipped small hand towels into a basin of water, turn by turn and used them to wipe the boy’s burning brow. From the doorway, her teenaged daughter, called out, “Mama, where are my hairpins?” “They’re in the brown box on the console, honey.” Just then her other son popped in, “I

have to stay back after school for football today, I need an extra Tiffin, Mom.” She smiled and said, “Yes, darling I remember you have a football match today. I’ve packed an extra sandwich in the white box along with your Tiffin. It’s lying on the table, next to your breakfast. Now, run along and let me talk to the doctor.” The doctor admired the ease with which she was in command of everything around her. He asked her, “Which one of them is your favourite?” She said simply, “The one who needs me most.” “Which one?” he asked in surprise. She said, “The one who is sick; the one who is sad; the one who is lonely.... the one who needs me most ... That is my favourite child!”

Mrs. Thompson and Teddy Her name was Mrs. Thompson and his was 'Teddy'. As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners ... He is a joy to be around." His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death had been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class".

By now, Mrs Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets." A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs.Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer - The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD. The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson, for believing in me.

Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference”. Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you." Warm someone's heart today and pass this along. Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will have the opportunity to touch and/or change a person's outlook. And please try to do it in a positive way.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

laughter. At midnight the old man woke to answer nature's call. THE NIGHT LIGHT An old couple was building a small house for themselves. kindness. After much contemplation they decided to buy it. but they are the most important things in our lives. you have not taken a look at our range of 'the most important light' for your house. A normal healthy child is all she asked for. Contentment they say. They indulged themselves with a lovely set of bed side lamps for their bedroom. the salesman said. All their lives they had spent on their children's upbringing. We just need to understand that this is the greatest wealth that God could bestow upon us and so. The sex of the child was very secondary. so they decided to build a small cottage for themselves. They selected some simple fittings for the kitchen and the bathrooms. is not achieving all that you dreamt of. As the old man was about to sign the cheque for the total amount. So. Now they had discharged all their liabilities. One bright sunny day they set out to buy light fittings for their dream house. Soon they slept. sacrifice etc. it is with the small things in life that make the path of our life comfortable and pleasant. He got up and was pleasantly surprised to note that the light emitted by the tiny night bulb was enough for him to find his way to the washroom without any apprehension. When the house was ready. they moved in. as the salesman led him to a corner where there was a delightful array of night lights. Your family and friends are like the night light that provides light when all other lights are off! . They are family. this was a great attitude. Let's not overlook them and start valuing them. “Sir. They are insignificant and inexpensive. In fact the most important things in our lives are not actually 'things'.In a society obsessed with male progeny. yet most significant and valuable. Finally every thing was finalized and the order was placed. the lady switched on the night light. They cost precious little. we should value it and put it to good use. all of us who are lucky to be blessed with normal healthy bodies are indeed wealthy. As they were about to settle down into their cosy bed for the night. they selected a simple and inexpensive one and made their way home. it is valuing and appreciating the things you already have. The salesman showed them a lovely chandelier for the drawing room. love. But it was expensive. They then proceeded with the porch lights and the garden lights. Well.' So too.” The old man raised his eyebrows. 'the most important light. lest we have to regret in retrospect for missing out on them. He silently sent a blessing to the salesman who had reminded him to buy what he had tagged. It was delicate and beautiful. It was made of crystal and had candle bulbs in it. empathy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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