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home a point, used an illustration those students will never forget. As he stood in front of the group of high-powered overachievers he said, Okay, time for a quiz Then he pulled out a one-gallon, wide mouth mason jar and set it on the table in front of him. Then he produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar. When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, he asked, Is this jar full? Everyone in the class said, Yes. Then he said, “Really?” He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. Then he dumped some gravel in and shook the jar causing pieces of gravel to work themselves down into the space between the big rocks. Then he asked the group once more, Is the jar full? By this time the class was on to him. Probably not, one of them answered. Good he replied. He reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand. He started dumping the sand in the jar and it went into all of the spaces left between the rocks and the gravel. Once more he asked the question, Is this jar full? No the class shouted. Once again he said, Good. Then he grabbed a pitcher of water and began to pour it in until the jar was filled to the brim. Then he looked at the class and asked, What is the point of this illustration? One eager beaver raised his hand and said, The point is, no matter how full your schedule is, if you try really hard you can always fit some more things in it. No, the speaker replied, that’s not the point. The truth this illustration teaches us is: If you don’t put the big rocks in first, you’ll never get them in at all. What are the big rocks in your life? Time with your loved ones, faith, education, your dreams, a worthy cause? Teaching or mentoring others? Remember to put these BIG ROCKS in first or you’ll never get them in at all. So, tonight, or in the morning, when you are reflecting on this short story, ask yourself this question: What are the big rocks in my life? Then, put those in your jar first.
I LOVE YOU, PAPA Devyani was sitting beside her ailing father. He had contracted Pneumonia, after being out on a chilly winter evening in January. She read out short stories from a book to him. He listened with attention as she read the author's description of a garden in a valley, abloom with flowers of various hues. He said, “Devyani, it's time to sow the seeds for the
spring flowers. I don't think I'll be able to do it this year. Would you do it for me?” “Yes, Papa,” said Devyani happily. For the next few days, Devyani organized her work so that she would be free to work with the gardener, when he came at four in the afternoon. She supervised the sowing of the seeds. She made careful considerations of the height and colour of the flowers that would bloom. She reported to her father what she had been organizing in his beloved garden. Father's eyes shone with paternal pride as he saw his lovely daughter working responsibly with the gardener. “Papa, the garden will be in full bloom in March. It's your birthday on March 30th. You know what; we'll have you fit as a fiddle by then. We'll invite all your friends and have a feast together.” Father smiled happily and nodded in agreement. Come February, but father was not better. He contracted a chest infection. Some days later it spread to his lungs. All the antibiotics seemed to have no effect. Father coughed and wheezed day and night. There was an array of cough syrups, tablets, steamers etc on his bed side table. Devyani and her mother nursed him lovingly and tirelessly. But day by day, he deteriorated. He became weaker and weaker, till on March 20th, he passed away in his sleep. Devyani and mother bade a tearful goodbye to the man they loved so much. On the 28th of March, Devyani called up all her father's friends and invited them to a garden party to celebrate her father's sixtieth birthday. They were surprised, yet intrigued. Devyani baked a cake and iced it with a “Kiss.” She placed it on a table in the centre of the garden. Some other eats were also organized. But it was not the iced kiss on the cake that caught their attention. The flowers took everyone's breath away! The flowers were planted in such a way that the pattern made by their height and colours read as 'I love you Papa!' As Devyani sang “Happy Birthday to you, dear Papa' she raised her tear filled eyes to the heavens and said, “Papa, I know you can see your garden of flowers, I love you, and I always will. Happy Birthday to you!”
THE FAVOURITE CHILD The woman had three sons and six daughters. Her day was full of chores to fulfill the numerous demands of her growing troop. She was always busy with cooking, washing, cleaning, dusting ironing and also counselling! One day her youngest son fell sick. She called up the doctor and requested him to drop by and examine him. As he checked the boy’s throat, he asked the lady, “Madam, how many children do you have?” She hesitated for a moment, then said, “As many as I can take care of!” The man watched her as she sat beside her five year old son, who was burning with high fever. She dipped small hand towels into a basin of water, turn by turn and used them to wipe the boy’s burning brow. From the doorway, her teenaged daughter, called out, “Mama, where are my hairpins?” “They’re in the brown box on the console, honey.” Just then her other son popped in, “I
have to stay back after school for football today, I need an extra Tiffin, Mom.” She smiled and said, “Yes, darling I remember you have a football match today. I’ve packed an extra sandwich in the white box along with your Tiffin. It’s lying on the table, next to your breakfast. Now, run along and let me talk to the doctor.” The doctor admired the ease with which she was in command of everything around her. He asked her, “Which one of them is your favourite?” She said simply, “The one who needs me most.” “Which one?” he asked in surprise. She said, “The one who is sick; the one who is sad; the one who is lonely.... the one who needs me most ... That is my favourite child!”
Mrs. Thompson and Teddy Her name was Mrs. Thompson and his was 'Teddy'. As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners ... He is a joy to be around." His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death had been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class".
By now, Mrs Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets." A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs.Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer - The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD. The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson, for believing in me.
Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference”. Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you." Warm someone's heart today and pass this along. Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will have the opportunity to touch and/or change a person's outlook. And please try to do it in a positive way.
COMFORT–A RARE COMMODITY
Being a mother of two very active boys, ages seven and one, I am sometimes worried abut their making a shambles of my carefully decorated home. In their innocence and play, they occasionally knock over my favourite lamp or upset my well designed arrangements. In these moments when nothing feels sacred, I remember the lesson I learned from my wise mother-in-law. This wise old lady is the mother of 6 and grandmother of 13. She is the embodiment of gentleness, patience and love. One Christmas, all the children and grandchildren were gathered as usual at her Home. Just the month before, Grandma had bought beautiful new white carpeting after living with the “Same Old Carpet” for over 25 years. She was overjoyed with the new look it gave her home. My brother-in-law, Arnie, had just distributed his gifts for all the nieces and nephews – prized homemade honey from his beehives. They were excited. But as fate would have it, eight year old Sheena spilled her tub of honey on grandma’s new carpeting and trailed it throughout the entire groundfloor of the house. Crying, Sheena ran into the kitchen and into grandma’s arms. “Grandma, I’ve spilled my honey all over your brand new carpet” Grandma knelt down, looked tenderly into Sheena’s tearful eyes and said, “Don’t worry sweetheart. We can get you more honey.”
PERFORMANCE APPRAISAL AND FEEDBACK A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits. The store owner listened to the following conversation.
All for you. "Lady. Daddy. The beautiful baby boy was born. the little boy replaced the receiver. it is not empty. the wife was overjoyed to know that soon she would be a mother. The couple shared the joy of the baby growing in her tummy all through the nine months." The father was crushed. each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children. With a smile on his face. can you give me the job of cutting your lawn?" The woman replied. The little boy found more perseverance and offered. He yelled at her. but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. "Lady. "This is for you. friends. "Oh. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. When the boy turned three. He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction." Again the woman answered in the negative. he was the apple of his parent’s eyes. The druggist. Florida. Nevertheless. the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said. I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now. and he begged for her forgiveness. 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.. so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of North Palm Beach. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.The boy asked." The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn. I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job. OUR BABY HAS GONE A couple had been married for ten years. He put his arms around his little girl. Father took some cello-tape and covered all the sockets in the house." The little boy replied. family or God. Then one day. Every time they needed to use a socket. It is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged. they would carefully remove the tape and restore it back after the work was . "Son. "Don't you know that when you give someone a present. he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. Daddy. I blew kisses into the box. I was just checking on the job I already have!" Kiss in a Box! The story goes that some time ago. I'll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk. "I already have someone to cut my lawn. he seemed to have a fascination for electric plugs and sockets." "Lady. but they had no child.. "No thanks. walked over to the boy and said. I like your attitude. In a very real sense. Needless to say. there's supposed to be something inside it?" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said. who was listening to all this. Daddy.
so it was impossible to burn the wood to make coal. found his way to the uncovered socket in the wall. He wandered alone in the forest. Do you think he rebuked his wife for her negligence? No. He’s gone. It’s a package deal. “Honey. The wood cutter being a simpleton asked. there was heavy rainfall and the wood became wet. It took only a few seconds. wet wood! Where was the catch? . The woodcutter was very happy. he’s left us. smile because it happened.” The wood cutter would cut trees and burn them to make coal. he held her in his arms for she had also lost her only child. But. It was opened by a poor woodcutter who gave the 'stranger' a warm welcome. Do what you like with it. The ground was full of slush. “This is yours from today. He said. That’s what destiny had in store for us. it was already too late. because they were too heavy for him to carry to the market place. our baby as gone” The man drove home like the wind. Mother heard the baby scream as the powerful current shot through his little body. what he could give in return for his hospitality. In the morning. its okay. The wood cutter was confused! Earlier he was supplying coal whereas now it was wood and that too. He offered him his own bed to sleep along with some simple but tasty food. Don’t cry because it’s over. By the time she reached him. When the monsoon season started. He gave us the beautiful experience of being mother and father. After that she forgot to cover the socket with tape. When he showed the wood to the buyer. Love is unconditional. As dusk fell. they still had each other to live for. He had no choice but to carry the wet logs of wood to the market to sell it. the child was asleep in his baby cot. “It’s all over. A minute or two later the baby got up and incidentally. When she went in for a bath. Playfully he pressed the switch with his other hand. 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. while taking leave of the wood cutter. But perhaps the joy was meant to be short lived. he knocked at the door of a tiny cottage in the jungle. One day.” Their child was not going to come back. the buyer offered a sum that was a hundred times more than he was paying earlier.done. All the virtues and vices of your partner come packaged in one capsule. We have to accept God’s will. He picked up a small pair of scissors and stuck its prongs into the socket. the mother used the vacuum cleaner at one of the sockets. Unable to control herself she called her husband and cried bitterly. Several months passed. “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. the king disclosed his real identity and asked him.
During one of our sightseeing tours. now all of you . He had cut and burnt hundreds of Sandalwood trees to make coal. the son was very sure that he wanted to marry. We actually burn our bodies at both ends. including ours. for a holiday. the girl. The older one.The buyer told him that the wood that he had brought was no ordinary wood. “I have a condition. Many years later. by now he could have been a very. They were an orthodox Hindu family. 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. we had an elderly tourist guide. Let us understand the value of the human body given to us by the Almighty. those words that her son had said touched her heart. “Good. called Kim.” The parents were pleased but apprehensive. that was something. although. both the boys went abroad. Most of us indulge in burning our energies in doing futile things that eventually have no value nor meaning. she is a white girl!” Now. we had gone to Singapore for a vacation. “Children. very rich man. They lived in Mumbai. Young men and women! Whether or not your parents are in need of financial help. But. The sooner we realize. Many of the senior members of our society may not be financially independent. They were earning well enough to have a very comfortable life. last year. “Mom. by the time we realise that we are wasting our lives. She said to all the children in the coach. “He had said to his fiancé.” Chorused the fifteen odd children in the coach. I LOVE MY PARENTS Shashi and her husband were the proud parents of two young boys. it was real Sandalwood! The wood cutter realised what a fool he had been. “Mom and Dad. had laid a condition before he had married her. they did not expect. The son chose his words carefully. Had he known. the better chance we shall have to put to good use our bodies as well as our lives. madly in love with her. I have something to share with you. Shashi was told by a friend. In the normal course of growing up and pursuing their higher education. at a party. Well! They got married and lived in the United States. make it a point to give them something out of what you earn. She was an absolute tomboy full of vim and vigour. I met a girl while I was in the United States and wish to marry her. Are you having fun?” “Yes. They shall bless you for it! Incidentally. They may have to extend a palm in front of their children for their daily needs and expenses. But. “Shashi. She told me a strange thing. it is perhaps too late. little realizing the value of this precious wood. “Who is she? What does she do?” asked Shashi anxiously. But. She said that your son. I met your daughter-in-law recently. your parents have brought you to Singapore.” “Oh! What was it?” asked Shashi in surprise. one day told his parents. 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.
Ahmed was the head of a reputed business organization.promise me. In turn. for he can clean up your character without the use of soap or water! If you really pause to hear what a critic has to say about you. who else can I turn to but Rawatji? Even Baba says. Who was that old man and why did you allow him to speak to you like that? As the head of the organization. to the best of their ability. Go over it again. experience and values.” Ahmed paused for a moment and then said.” The learned Fakir Kabir said. You know. you shall bring them for a holiday to Singapore!” What a beautiful thought! Our parents give us their best. authoritative voice. All they do is massage your ego! . the client sat with Ahmed in an easy mood.” The client raised his eye brows and said. “My father had started this business house with Rawatji as his clerk. Nobody’s Perfect. to the best of our ability. They were tabulating the terms of the new agreement for the purchase of steel for the new plant. Yes. that when you are all grown up and your parents are old. angan kuti chhawye! Bin pani. The meeting being over. in business. he attends office everyday. This amount is ridiculous. he even stopped taking his salary. I mean. it is our duty to give them our best. sabun bina. He said. Steer clear of flatterers. It is only when you are able to identify your faults and acknowledge them that you can do something to improve yourself. Besides. When I am the boss. Take criticism in a positive light. “Ahmed. howsoever well qualified you may be. He is my mentor. Rawatji managed everything passionately as if it were his own. Nirmal kare subhaye!! This means. He is my worst critic and yet my best friend. FAMILY means. his experience far outweighs ours. Father And Mother I Love You! POSITIVE CRITICISM Rawatji was the eighty years old clerk in the office of Ahmed. “Who is that old man? Tell him to mind his own business. use it to introspect and improve yourself. Pobody’s Nerfect. He has an uncanny sixth sense. Father passed away when I was only eighteen. you can see your picture as the other guy sees it. Suddenly he said in a stern. At this age. you are miscalculating the overheads. Fifteen years ago. I believe you lost father when you were young. “Ahmed. “Age should think and Youth should do. everyone better know it!” Ahmed said. I wouldn’t allow anyone to use that tone with me. One day a client was sitting in a meeting with Ahmed. He groomed me the way my father would have. so how can I be? He sees through the mistakes I make. but it is good old commonsense. “He is my father!” Ahmed looked into the detail of the calculation and realized that his junior staff had indeed made a mistake. keep a critic tucked away in the courtyard of your house. Nindak neare rakhiye. experience and values that are at the root of all good decisions. And for commonsense. Rawatji listened quietly in a corner.
You will be surprised to see an easy way to tackle the problem. If you work and prove your worth to your employer.” The priest shrugged his shoulders and said. He was sure she would take the whole day to get it done. He tore it into pieces and asked her to go to her room and put them together to make the map again. He said “This man is suffering from kidney failure.. whether it was a boy or a girl. You can earn this money today. “Alright. There is no dearth of jobs.” The next day this poor man went to the priest's house again. God has given you a perfect body." She ran outside to play. When he asked how she could do it so quickly.. Get up and get to work. the priest had another guest sitting by his side. Seek out work. You do not know its value. “Is the child normal? Are all the limbs complete? Is the mother alright?” . “If you are so concerned about your good looks. I want to die.” Then the priest said. This is your greatest wealth. My late grand-mother never asked. or I do not wish to live. sick and suffering. who was full of self-pity. To keep her busy. She said that whenever a baby was born in the family (it was an extended family). give me a day to think what I can do to help you to become rich. old. But the little one came back within minutes with a perfect map.THE OTHER SIDE A Father was reading a magazine and his little daughter every now and then distracted him. “This man would happily pay you two lacs of rupees.” This reminds me of what my mother once told me. The priest introduced him to a blind man and said. “No.. You only have to say.” said the man. there is a man's face on the other side of the paper. THE POOR MAN A man. Dad. I am totally disillusioned because I have nothing. if you would donate one of your eyes to him.” The poor man shook his head and said. she said.” The priest thought for a moment and said. he shall surely value you. This deal shall not even hamper your good looks. you can sell one of your kidneys to him for a fair sum of rupees three lacs. If you want. “I am very poor.” The following day. I made the face perfect to get the map right. went to a priest and said. You are richer than many thousands of people who are disabled. I shall think of something else. "Oh.. “I don't want to go through the pain. There is always the other side to whatever you experience in this world. he tore one page on which was printed the map of the world. Whenever we come across a challenge or a puzzling situation. Make use of your limbs. The world is waiting for you. “My dear. “That shall disfigure my handsome face. in search of good workers. 'Yes'. All she asked was.. leaving the father surprised. Please help me to become rich. I do not wish to give him my eye. look at the other side. Come back tomorrow. Good establishments are in fact.. come again tomorrow.
sacrifice etc. empathy. 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. Well. yet most significant and valuable. is not achieving all that you dreamt of. THE NIGHT LIGHT An old couple was building a small house for themselves. love. Let's not overlook them and start valuing them.In a society obsessed with male progeny. it is with the small things in life that make the path of our life comfortable and pleasant. It was made of crystal and had candle bulbs in it. They selected some simple fittings for the kitchen and the bathrooms. When the house was ready. As the old man was about to sign the cheque for the total amount. As they were about to settle down into their cosy bed for the night. they moved in.” The old man raised his eyebrows. kindness. it is valuing and appreciating the things you already have. They are family. “Sir. but they are the most important things in our lives. At midnight the old man woke to answer nature's call. After much contemplation they decided to buy it. The salesman showed them a lovely chandelier for the drawing room. A normal healthy child is all she asked for. They are insignificant and inexpensive. But it was expensive. the salesman said. One bright sunny day they set out to buy light fittings for their dream house. Now they had discharged all their liabilities. you have not taken a look at our range of 'the most important light' for your house. We just need to understand that this is the greatest wealth that God could bestow upon us and so. all of us who are lucky to be blessed with normal healthy bodies are indeed wealthy. we should value it and put it to good use. They cost precious little. Finally every thing was finalized and the order was placed. as the salesman led him to a corner where there was a delightful array of night lights. It was delicate and beautiful. so they decided to build a small cottage for themselves. Contentment they say. They then proceeded with the porch lights and the garden lights. All their lives they had spent on their children's upbringing. the lady switched on the night light. He silently sent a blessing to the salesman who had reminded him to buy what he had tagged. this was a great attitude. laughter. They indulged themselves with a lovely set of bed side lamps for their bedroom. 'the most important light. The sex of the child was very secondary.' So too. Your family and friends are like the night light that provides light when all other lights are off! . So. they selected a simple and inexpensive one and made their way home. lest we have to regret in retrospect for missing out on them. Soon they slept. In fact the most important things in our lives are not actually 'things'.
He said that he would provide for a monthly sum to be paid as salary to the Vaidya. They slept on jute mats on the floor. To express his gratitude. They found the hermitage of a sage. Most importantly. The sage's people brought a Vaidya (Ayurvedic doctor) to attend to the King. One evening as dusk fell. One day. During the night the king became sick. Some young sadhus lived there. During his stay at the ashram. They then went to collect fire wood. They stopped over for the night. The king offered his prayers at each of the temples. They lived simply. The king recovered in a couple of days. not live to eat. En route they stopped at many temples. eating simple food and working hard are the three legs of the tripod of good health. This place has fresh air and sunlight. They ate mostly wild fruits and berries. he asked the sage to keep the Vaidya there on a permanent basis. they got back. her beak was in the water. two of the Sadhus went to the stream to fetch water. pastries and cheese puffs. “Oh sage! I really don't think that I am needed here. I am fed up of sitting idle all the time. “Tell me. 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. Where is there room for any illness to creep in?” What a profound statement! Living close to nature. They bathed in the stream. Months passed. A little sparrow was sitting on the edge of one of the buckets. One day the Vaidya got fed up of his idleness and said. They filled a bucket each and set them near the hermitage. The tiny bird flew away. The Vaidya had to sit idle all the time because no body seemed to fall sick there. they spent most of their time in meditation. One of the Sadhus ran forward to scare it away. pakoras and rasmalais.” The sage smiled. wash and clean the hermitage. 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. After collecting some dried wood. We eat frugally because we eat to live. but when it comes to eating. All of us here wake up at the break of day. It was a very cold day. the king's party looked around for a place to spend the night. We work hard from dawn to dusk. Please ask the King to relieve me of my services. so they thought that they would heat some water for bathing. the Vaidya was put up in the Ashram. Accordingly. He along with a number of ministers and courtiers was on a pilgrimage. the hard life style of the residents of the ashram. Our rooms are cooled by the breeze of trees we have planted all around.GOOD HEALTH There was a king called Sheelbhadra. They had left behind their families to meditate and free themselves from worldly attachments. We use gadgets to execute all the menial jobs around us. he saw from close quarters. “Hush! Hush!” he cried out. “Let me tell you the mantra of our good health. In today's world we want to satisfy our taste buds with pizzas and burgers. Some days passed like this. . They brought water from the nearby stream to cook. The Vaidya went on. The air was cool and clean.
Does your mother sleep with her doors and windows closed?" Gopa looked at him angrily and said. listens to our prayers? These are all a means of earning for you Brahmins. "Kill me if you must. the Preacher raised his voice and said.” “I put mine. got up and said rudely. All the water spilled out! Let us look at this objectively Firstly. Gopa sprang up to the stage and caught the Preacher by the neck and said." That was the last straw. "She sleeps with her doors and windows tightly shut. When he did it for the fifth time. "Well." Then Panditji said. The fellow continued to interrupt and disturb the session." he shrieked.When they reached the buckets.” “Why should I leave it. “Wait a minute that was my bucket. "Of course she does! But how does that concern you? The Preacher repeated. 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. That one is yours." shouted Gopa. The sadhu landed with a thud and his foot hit the same bucket over which they had been fighting. the first Sadhu reached out to pick up the bucket that had not been touched by the sparrow. They had a scuffle and one of the sadhus. the water was going to be used for just bathing. then how is it that my words of prayer would not reach the Lord who is omnipresent?" . Leave my bucket alone. called Gopa. was able to physically lift the other one and throw him further. "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. All wild birds and animals would be drinking from it all the time! Thirdly. that one is mine. till they caught hold of each other's neck. isn't it?" "Yes. to reach your mother. The other sage said. Why don't you just wind up your talk now? Enough is enough. what proof do you have that this so called God of yours. she does. how much water could the sparrow possibly have drunk. "Panditji. on this side. being more able bodied. "Keep my mother out of this. that the quantity of water was reduced? Secondly. if you are sure that my words of abuse could penetrate through closed doors and windows. "Then do you think she would have heard my abuses?" "Of course she would have and I'm going to kill you for that. A young man. it is mine.” “Of course not. Who knows what reaches God? You are just wasting our time. Hold your tongue or I'll kill you." The Preacher asked the youngster to sit down and meet him later after the session was over. had the water become impure due to the sparrow's touch? It was drawn from the stream.” The argument went on. but let me ask you something first.
continued walking and finished the race. and realized that there's no way he can beat the hare in a race the way it was currently formatted. But that was the only way I could have made you understand. someone told me a more interesting version of this story. careless and lax. make sure you do some sort of research. the fast and reliable chap will consistently climb the organizational ladder faster than the slow. The moral of the story is fast and consistent will always beat the slow and steady. but on a slightly different route. He was at a loss for words. They started off. the hare took off and ran at top speed until he came to a broad river. If you have two people in your organization. one slow. But the story doesn't end here. and then challenged the hare to another race. got into the river. In an organization. This time. In keeping with his self-made commitment to be consistently fast. by this time. The moral of the story? First identify your core competency and then change the playing field to suit your core competency. The story still hasn't ended. but will also create opportunities for growth and advancement. you utter no words. It's good to be slow and steady. It continues: The hare was disappointed at losing the race and he did some soul-searching. The hare sat there wondering what to do. make sure you create opportunities to give presentations that enable the senior management to notice you. The hare agreed. Be sure that God listens to every word that you utter in His praise. "My friend. The Preacher got up and put his hands on Gopa's shoulders. Working to your strengths will not only get you noticed. They started off. The tortoise did some thinking this time. and this time the hare carried the tortoise till the riverbank. the tortoise took over and swam across with the hare on his back. had become pretty good friends and they did some thinking together. If your strength is analysis. methodical chap. but to run as a team this time. if you are a good speaker. But then recently. but it's better to be fast and reliable. methodical and reliable. He realized that he'd lost the race only because he had been overconfident. 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. There. the hare went all out and ran without stopping from start to finish. That is the version of the story that we've all grown up with. I'm sorry. Both realized that the last race could have been run much better. So they decided to do the last race again. make a report and send it upstairs. The finishing line was a couple of kilometers on the other side of the river.Gopa's jaw dropped. The hare and the tortoise. He thought for a while. and the other fast and still reliable at what he does. swam to the opposite bank. In the meantime the tortoise trundled along. On . He won. He also listens to every word that you utter for anything and to anyone. He released the Preacher from his hold. Not only that. So he challenged the tortoise to another race. The tortoise agreed. He even reads your thoughts!" Many a times when you stand in front of the deity in a temple. you pray within your heart. I used those words.
I have a choice. “I already decided to love it . petite. ATTITUDE The 92-year-old. The moral of the story." "That doesn't have anything to do with it. They both felt a greater sense of satisfaction than they'd felt earlier. or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away. when faced with failure. In life. I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work. she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready.just for this time in my life. moved to a nursing home today. the hare again carried the tortoise and they reached the finishing line together. you withdraw from what you've put in. "Mrs.. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged. And sometimes it is appropriate to do both. well-poised and proud lady. “It's good to be individually brilliant and to have strong core competencies. So. Each day is a gift. There are more lessons to be learnt from this story. my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories. sometimes it is appropriate to work harder and put in more effort. making the move necessary. Note that neither the hare nor the tortoise gave up after failures. we perform far better. you haven't seen the room just wait. Teamwork is mainly about situational leadership. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away ." she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. Sometimes it is appropriate to change strategy and try something different. it's how I arrange my mind. with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied. When we stop competing against a rival and instead start competing against the situation. who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock. “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. . Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. The hare decided to work harder and put in more effort after his failure.” Old age is like a bank account. Jones. but unless you're able to work in a team and harness each other's core competencies. I provided a visual description of her tiny room. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home. The tortoise changed his strategy because he was already working as hard as he could..the opposite bank." she replied. The hare and the tortoise also learnt another vital lesson. even though she is legally blind. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator. I am still depositing. letting the person with the relevant core competency for a situation take leadership”.
the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck." It was an elder. As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar. I'm sorry but I just need to be alone now. Love asked. "Vanity.LOVE Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived. Dad would look at me hopefully. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. knowledge and all the others. You're going to do better than me. son. When the island was almost totally under. but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere. Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank. This old town's mill not going to hold you back." "I can't help you". Knowledge answered. including love. They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. Love was the only one that stayed. Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box." Next. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled. please take me with you. Love began to cry. help me please. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat. When the jar was filled. When he got ready for bed. Then she heard a voice say. Love saw Happiness and cried out. Happiness. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name. Love realized how much she owed the elder. She began looking for someone to ask for help. Love then found Knowledge and asked thename of the saviour "It was Time". Can I come with you on your boat?" Richness answered. One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. 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. as we drove to the bank." Sadness answered. Each and every time. Vanity said. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave. "Sadness. "Richness. Love cried out." But Happiness was so over overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him. Love saw Sadness passing. Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production. I will take you with me. Love said. When they arrived on land the elder went on his way." Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel. Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar. "I'm sorry." . love decided it was time to leave." PICKLE JAR The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom. "But why did Time help me when no one else would?"." Then. "Happiness. "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is. "Love. sadness. Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity and answered. Love asked. please let me go with you. "Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill. "Come Love.
as if it had never been removed. dug down into my pocket. I dropped the coins into the jar. I'll see to that. then try to tell the brain not to do what it just imagined. and I finished college and took a job in another town. and literally hanging around upside down from the rafters of our lake house. Dad always got vanilla. He'll never work at the mill all his life like me." So I did. When I married." He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. As they rattled around with a brief. "These are for my son's college fund. I told my wife Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life as a boy. So. Tammy. "Bart. her nine-year-old brain had to first imagine falling. people who rely on internal pictures cannot see a negative at all. nickels. When the clerk at the ice cream parlor handed Dad his change. My little eight-year-old brain didn't realize the tree could break or I could get hurt. With a gamut of emotions choking me. it came to no surprise for my dad to find me at the top of a 30-foot tree swinging back and forth." she said softly. each and every time. more than anything else." The years passed. as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier. "When we get home. To my amazement. I always got chocolate. She had fallen out of the tree. In order for Tammy to process the command of not falling. we spent the holiday with my parents. POWER OF POSITIVE WORDS As a kid. we grinned at each other. I remember my dad's voice over the wind yell. I heard Tammy screaming at the top of her lungs. happy jingle. "Tammy. My dad later told me why she fell and I did not. Tammy's mother also noticed us at the exact time my dad did. was also in the same tree. poles. I was always climbing trees. taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. I scampered down the tree to safety. he would grin proudly. my . The next thing I know. I walked over to the pickle jar.Also. Hold on tightly. dimes and quarters. About that time a huge gust of wind came over the tree. After dinner. it defined. Apparently. "Look. and pulled out a fistful of coins. when Tammy's mother felt the gust of wind. In fact. the bottom already covered with coins. In my mind. "You'll get to college on pennies. about ten feet below me. I could hear the leaves start to rattle and the tree begin to sway. "But you'll get there. don't fall!" And Tammy did fall. he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm. how much my dad had loved me. laying flat on the ground. Whereas. stood the old pickle jar." he said. My older cousin. I just thought it was fun to be up so high. My dad then explained to me that the mind has a very difficult time processing a negative image. She was hanging on the first big limb. "The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born. Mom and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa. she yelled out. we'll start filling the jar again." We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream cone. After dinner Susan noticed something and beckoned me to join her. her eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser.
Please spread the positivity! . Can't/Don't: These words force the listener to focus on exactly the opposite of what you want. Try: Presupposes failure. Here is a list of Toxic Vocabulary words. You might find yourself turning that TV off and picking up one of those books more often!" Exercise: Take a moment to write down all the phrases you use on a daily basis or any Toxic self-talk that you have noticed yourself using. Usage of negative words has a toxic effect.) 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. It leaves options for your listener Would Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen. Examples: Toxic phrase: "Don' t drop the ball!" Likely result: Drops the ball Better language: "Catch the ball!" Toxic phrase: "You shouldn't ' t watch so much television. Might: It does nothing definite." Likely result: Watches more television.eight-year-old brain instantly had an internal image of me hanging on tightly. If: Presupposes that you may not. Write these phrases down so you will begin to catch yourself as they occur and change them. Better language: "I read too much television makes people stupid. But: Negates any words that are stated before it. Notice when you or other people use them. This is a classic mistake that parents and coaches make without knowing the damage of this linguistic error. Should Have: Past tense that draws attention to things that didn't actually happen (and implies guilt.
you will not be able to have tea in a tea cup again without thinking of this. you would have crumbled. and especially teacups. When I thought I couldn't bear it another minute. I never felt such heat. Oh. They both liked antiques and pottery. You would not have had any color in your life. ‘Oh. the door opened. you'd have dried up. you would have cracked. quietly. "Stop it! I'm getting so dizzy! I'm going to be sick!" I screamed. Just then the door opened and he took me out and again placed me on the shelf. "Not yet!" Then WHAM! I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. The fumes were horrible. this is much better. I begged. pounded and patted me over and over and I yelled out. please. I was ready to give up. wondering "What's he going to do to me next?" An hour later he handed me a mirror and said 'Look at yourself. There was a time when I was just a lump of red clay. and I began to cool. Stop'. . But the master only nodded and said." but he only smiled. 'Not yet!' Then suddenly he put me back in to the oven. Only it was not like the first one." I thought. but had I just left you alone. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over.' He spun me and poked and prodded and bent me out of shape to suit himself and then he put me in the oven. they asked "May we see that? We've never seen a cup quite so beautiful. then. ‘That's not me. He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf. but if I hadn't done that. and gently said. after I cooled he picked me up and he brushed and painted me all over. you never would have hardened. "You don't understand. I cried. This was twice as hot and I just knew I would suffocate. that felt so good! "Ah.' And I did. suddenly the teacup spoke. 'Not yet. I said." "I don't like it!" "Let me alone. I have not always been a teacup. But. where I cooled and waited and waited. "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 cried. "Don't do that. I was convinced I would never make it. Stop it. 'Not yet'. My master took me and rolled me. but if I hadn't put you there. I screamed. I pleaded. that couldn't be me. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel.' he said. I'm beautiful!!!' Quietly he spoke: 'I want you to remember. He only shook his head and said. I know it hurt and it was hot and disagreeable in the oven. Spotting an exceptional cup. but if I had stopped.THE TEA CUP Love this story or not. It's beautiful. 'I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded and patted." As the lady handed it to them. There was a couple who took a trip to England to shop in a beautiful antique store to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. I yelled and knocked and pounded at the door. I thought I would gag.
a deficiency of values. he went to the confession box and said softly. “The what?” they chorused. food. Mom never suspected anything. pleasing and perfect will. try this. when your world seems to be spinning out of control. So when life seems hard. sit down and reflect on this story and then. “I have many vices. where were you this morning? All of us went to the Café. He said. After the service was over. “Alex. Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you. go to nightclubs. Brew a cup of your favorite tea in your prettiest tea cup. get angry. I promise to give up one of them. “I went to the Church.If I hadn't put you back in that second oven. Every week he would hike up the account a little so that he could buy himself some alcohol and a couple of cigarettes. But from today. I am addicted to alcohol and cigarettes and doubt if I can give them up. But if you can bring yourself to give up just one of your vices. Please help me God!” Alex made a beginning. I have no control over my anger. his mother asked him how much he had spent that week. Later in the day. Now. cheat and even kill for the thrill! Going to a temple. not to lie. In the evening. They asked him. GIVE UP ONE VICE The younger generation of today has by and large. 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. A large number of youngsters are into drinking. tell lies to parents. etc. he was out with his friends. one Sunday. One by one. She usually asked for an account of his weekly expenses over petrol. The preacher delivered a sermon on how the vices bring about our downfall. Alex looked the other way and managed to swallow his pride. He decided to try out the advice of the preacher. have a little talk with the 'Potter'. “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. all your vices shall automatically leave you. have pre-marital sex. and we are His clay. Now you are a finished product. when you feel like you are in a fiery furnace of trials. a church. Alex was in the habit of giving her an account with inflated figures. Some of them guffawed. 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.' The moral of this story is this: God knows what He's doing for each of us. she was asking for the week's account. Others sniggered and looked amused. smoking.” he said demurely. a gurudwara or a mosque is sacrilegious! One such young boy called Alex went to the church. You'll be glad you did. The prevalent life style encourages youngsters to throw tantrums. He is the potter. “Children. “The Church. and you are being pounded and patted and pushed almost beyond endurance. you can make a start towards a good life. drugs etc. you wouldn't have survived for long because the hardness would not have held. when life seems to "stink". stationery. What . He happened to be very disturbed that day. I shall stop telling lies. it is very difficult to correct yourself.” he said firmly.” Alex opened his mouth.
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. “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. There was a lamp lying next to him along with some cotton. he gave her the correct amount. “Alex. do you really want to learn meditation?” “Yes. He told them that it was one of the simplest ways to meditate.” he would say. “Now light the lamp with a matchstick. he noticed the bald patch on the head of the man sitting in front of him. So the following week. She raised her eyebrows. Tatia was a mischievous teenager who had endeared himself to the hermit by his naughty yet loving ways. meditation on light.should he do? How should he give her the wrong figures? He was under oath not to lie.” said the boy somewhat meekly. The villagers would ask him to teach them meditation. That's wonderful son!” She gave him the amount he had spent and a hug too! That unnerved him! Now. but the boy would keep on fidgeting. you've been very thrifty this week. the rest of them followed suit.e. As a result. Two months later. The hermit would ask him to sit still and repeat the Gayatri Mantra after him. Twist it well between your fingers and make it tight. Now pour in the oil. For the first time. Tatia was busy looking at the ant that was climbing on to the sleeve of his father. 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. No money for cigarettes too! He found that he was sleeping better. The next day. but he would insist that they would have to spend more time with him than just a couple of minutes. One day. I just had to show the way out to the first one. he had no money to buy himself a single alcoholic drink. the hermit asked Tatia to come alone the next day. Good. but the wind blew it out before he could so much as touch the matchstick to the wick. The rest of them just walked out of the doorway. Tatia tried too. The boy would dance around the hermit and sing village songs for him. The hermit saw it all. The hermit said. He said.” MEDITATION There was a hermit who lived in the forest a little away from a village. for making me a different person. Now put it into this little brass lamp and spread out its cotton base well. When the group was about to disperse. but his mind would travel at a thousand miles per hour.” Tatia followed instructions. “I have come to thank you. a much happier Alex stood outside the confession box again. that is the first step towards God realization. “Tatia.” Tatia struck the match. oil and a matchbox. “Alright make a wick out of this cotton wool. I didn't know that all it took was giving up just one vice. the hermit told the villagers about Jyoti meditation i. The villagers would some times visit him and he would tell them about the purpose and value of human birth. During one meditation session. Some of the villagers learnt how to do it too. he was not getting cranky and had no cause for throwing tantrums. if they wished to learn meditation. the hermit was waiting under the Banyan tree for Tatia. That's right. He was sure the hermit would punish him for his antics yesterday. It was a little windy. The wind was . there was no extra money with him. He had a small hut made from mud with a thatched roof. He would tell them that the mind needs to learn to concentrate.
but each time it went out before he could light the lamp. “I'll try and shelter the match as you light it. The hermit smiled knowingly and said. . but if he exposes his knowledge to the world before it is strong enough. He was throwing small pebbles into it from time to time. rolled a strip of cloth over one end and dipped it in oil.” The hermit cupped his palms on either side of the match stick and the boy was able to light the wick. “Let's go into the hut. When the fire was burning strongly the hermit said. He proceeded to set fire to that end of the log by holding it over the little brass lamp." The man tossed a pebble into the water and continued. The hermit smiled and said." offered the man. he managed to bring the match to the wick. Strangely the wind became stronger. it shall be erased by the tensions. eh?" "Hmmm. if we go out again the wind shall blow it out. It has to be sheltered from the cobweb of thoughts and desires. "Only till I toss a pebble into it now do you see the ripples?" "Yeah. “What if we want to stop the ripples? The root cause of the ripples is the stone. A young boy happened to cross by. after a while. idiosyncrasies. The boy went up to the man and said. He was able to take the stone out. to withdraw from worldly thoughts before it can experience the light of God. "Look at the water. "Sure. "they spread further and further. Tatia said.” The boy said. He seemed to be deep in thought and obviously did not wish to be disturbed. Go ahead and look for it. the mind too has to be taken away from the hustle and bustle and the noises of life. "Yeah." "And soon. the man said softly. He tried a third time.faster than him again. The mind has to go to a quiet place. whims and fancies. but the number of ripples that were made in the process were a lot more than before." The man continued. the man would toss a pebble into the lake. the lamp went out. But he only succeeded in making more ripples. it is absolutely still. "Good pastime. “Now Tatia." The boy said. it shall be strong enough to set the whole jungle ablaze!” THE RIPPLES A man was sitting by a lake. Some time later." said the boy. Again and again Tatia lit the match.” The boy put his hand into the water and tried to take the stone out. jealousies.” said the man. “The flame is too gentle and weak. “Likewise. almost as if it was determined to defy. “Can we go out now?” The hermit shook his head and said. this stone throwing. The boy said. There were only a couple of match sticks left in the box. desires etc of the world. “Does that mean that I can never take this lamp outside?” The hermit picked up a log. He was intrigued to see that after every few minutes or so. Similarly a person may learn something about God. The hermit said. it is. Lets take the stone out. if we take this flame to the woods and the wind catches the flame. it becomes quiet.” So they went inside the hut. Tatia looked confused and nervous. Tatia was able to light the lamp with the first matchstick he had struck. but it went out again. Perhaps we can do it together. But as soon as the hermit moved his hands away. the water is still again. it's impossible to light the lamp in the wind.
life style changes. As time went by. but prevention is always better than cure. Slowly. long hours at work. Slowly and surely he regained his health. relatives and neighbours started seeking his help and advice on various issues for he seemed to be wiser than his contemporaries. no tensions. put it through the triple filter test of authenticity. He stayed at the hospital for a month. how are you so good? How do you manage to love so many people?” The old man smiled. I had a close brush with death when I was thirty four. the ripples can be avoided altogether! So too. one by one the restrictions started slipping. “It is not possible to stop the movement of the water once a pebble has been thrown into it. regular walks etc. no smoking. Time surely is a great healer. This is what it said. For a couple of months. That started a series of thoughts. Trivedi suffered a heart attack. Trivedi followed everything religiously. Any kindness . He was sent home with a long list of do's and don'ts. friends. It had a poem in it. Rich food. But if we can stop ourselves from throwing the pebble in the first place. about the purpose of life. goodness and value. Most important of all he developed an attitude of love towards all. What would happen to them. medicines. The doctors had told him in no uncertain terms that if he did not behave himself he could start counting his days. I expect to pass Through life but once. She asked. It was then that I learnt how life should be lived. He came home. smoking etc. it creates ripples. Once the disturbance has been caused it takes time to ebb out. a completely changed man. At the age of seventy four. “My dearest baby. no nonvegetarian food. If a disturbance has entered into the mind. While he was convalescing. he suffered another stroke. Even trying to forcibly remove the thought may further increase the turmoil in the mind. He fostered love on who ever came his way. Understandably. Four years later. tensions. helpful and loving. he sat with his grand daughter one evening. He looked at his beautiful wife and two little daughters. it will take its own time to die down.The wise man said. No drinking. a friend gave him a book to read. A friend gave me a book. If therefore there be.” Before you allow a thought or a piece of information to enter your mind. he started feeling better and better. Too many conflicting thoughts just cause more and more disturbances. revealing the crow's feet at the corners of his twinkling eyes. “Grandpa. it is with our minds. if he were to die? He followed the directions of the doctors. 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. all played havoc with his health. diet restrictions etc. THE LAST DAY OF MY LIFE At the age of thirty. If a thought enters into it. His attitude was always positive.
I live each day as if it were my last. For I shall not pass This way again. I thank God. having no bar of soap in them! There was no way to make out the difference between a full wrapper and an empty one. But eventually they heard him out and agreed to try out his proposal. After a detailed investigation. He put it at an . That being settled. The next day. it so happened that inevitably. what I would do on the last day of my life. When she opened one of the packets. for the empty packs would not get detected by a normal x-ray machine. Let me do it now.” The management hesitated initially. that during the process of wrapping.” THE SOAP BOXES A lady bought some bathing soaps from a shop. So I try to do only that. So. it was discovered. Then he said. The man prepared a detailed report and proposed the setting up of a computer based system that would weigh and scan each bar. for my impertinence. The management heard him out and passed the order to release the funds and to buy the machinery that he had proposed. there was a task before the management of the soap factory. but I have a solution that shall cost a fraction of what you are planning to go in for.I can show. He recited the poem boisterously without faltering. There was no soap in there. An uneducated worker said. For I shall not pass This way again. He proposed an expenditure of a large amount to put this system into place. He had obviously learnt and lived it over and over. Or any good things I can do to any fellow being. Each morning when I wake up. the worker brought a strong industrial fan. the technical head was given the job of devising a method to overcome the problem. 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. it was just an empty wrapper! She lodged a complaint against the manufacturer and got her claim. I live each moment as if it were my last. for being alive. “Excuse me Sir. The process of handling each one separately for this purpose seemed to be very cumbersome. she found that it was empty. “My precious child. one or two wrappers did get through.
“Leave him! Leave him! Come to me my dears!” All at once. One day another King shall kill you in the same way. I rule over them like a king too. The love of power has blinded you and brought you to the level of a killer.” The disciples said. You are the one who knows not that this power is temporary. The love of power shall bring about your downfall. “Stop shouting. “Pranam. The few empty wrappers that came through got blown off by the fan! The rest of them went past easily. I shall behead you just now!” He drew out his sword and raised it to strike the sage.angle near the conveyor belt on which the packed soap bars were coming through and switched it on. The sage said calmly. He sent his Minister and some soldiers to seek an audience.” The king was beside himself with rage. Common sense is seldom common! THE POWER OF LOVE A mighty King was marching home after being victorious in a gruesome battle. Nearby was a hermitage. I said Pranam!” he said in an angry voice. “Pranam. In an instant. But the birds wouldn't leave him. accompanied by his ministers and attendants. I do. The army halted there for the evening. The sage said. They told the disciples there. The sage was sitting under a tree and scattering bajra seeds all around.” The next morning the King came to the hermitage dressed in his royal finery. The sage did not look up. The sage looked up and said. The king moved his arms up and around to ward off the birds. “Do you know who I am?” he shouted. These birds would have killed you. The King walked up to the sage. He said. Guruji!” Still. They poked their beaks into his face. hundreds of birds flew up and attacked the king. you can come tomorrow. He spoke louder. Oh King! Realize the power of love. He wanted to rest. He had captured the crown prince of the neighbouring kingdom and killed the King. for a complex problem! This goes to prove that ideas are not the monopoly of the educated. “Your impertinence is intolerable. Hundreds of birds of different kinds were eating and the sound of their twittering filled the air. but that's because they love me. “All I ever gave these birds is love. A simple solution.” That made the king even more furious. . The King was crossing through a jungle. his eyes and his arms and all over. you are scaring the birds. The sage said. Guruji!” No answer. “Guruji. the birds quietened down and sat meekly at the feet of the sage. “Maharaj wants to meet the sage. The king said. no answer. The king decided to pay his respects to the sage there. You are the one who kills for the love of power. “Guruji has retired for the day. “Yes.
“Shall I help you to take that shirt off. He had lost a lot of blood. some disillusioned and some vengeful. some wounded. It's been so many days. I need help. My son too is in the army. Sit down by the log fire and make yourself warm.” The son saw the other soldier and said. let it be. “No way. hesitations or semblance of fear she let the young fellow in. Each night the soldiers would return to their barracks. “He's the enemy Mama! You put us all into danger by letting him in. The border areas were scenes of death and destruction. “Look son. Look son. In the morning. An old woman opened the door.” she said simply.” She said. The young man sipped the tea. you may go if you wish to. “I have a bullet in my arm. She brought him some hot tea and a few slices of bread. she would surely find a way to kill him! Poison him perhaps! He was totally helpless.but the only power I ever exercise over them is the power of love and it is greatest power on this Earth. Others were dead and never did return. He cleaned it up.” The mother said. you are under my care. You're not going anywhere. but not succeeding. Be careful. One such night. making an attempt to get up. enemy or not. looking around uneasily. a wounded soldier. you have to help him. maybe I could look at the wound.” But he knew that he needed help and soon. 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. knocked at a lonesome cottage in the sinister darkness.” It's not what you gather. I'll do whatever I can to help you. I am all alone here. The woman said. In an instant he saw the new entrant and realized that he was at the mercy of the enemy. but he is not here. upon his mother's insistence. He said brusquely. “Sssh! He's just slept. Another young soldier walked in. The heated exchange of words woke up the soldier.” The old woman motioned to her son and together they unbuttoned the stranger's torn shirt. The old woman said firmly. He wasn't even sure. But right now. The old lady said. “This is my son. “But. “That's the best I can do. “Mama!” he called. “Eat. “Mama! Who is that?” She replied.” The boy spoke some angry words but she stuck to her stand. Against his wishes. You need to see a doctor. “Nothing you can do.” The young soldier winced and said. An hour later there was another knock at the door. Many soldiers had died in both the armies. Without any questions.” The boy said tersely. the son. if he was in his own territory. dug out the bullet amidst a continuous flow of blood. Sleep now!” . he's wounded badly. I'm so happy to have you home.” “I'll be on my way now.” said the soldier. applied some ointment and bandaged it. “Oh! It's you my son. I'm sure together we can do something for you. lest you wake him up. Should he ask the old woman? If it was enemy territory.
In the morning after eating a wholesome breakfast of hot porridge. “By Killing the enmity. after the other. but instantaneously changed the hand-shake into an embrace. Mummy told me that they are just not good for my teeth. but that night he understood the meaning of the term ‘brotherhood of man. “Papa didn’t you tell me that when Temptation comes calling.” “Yes. father read through and typed replies to. not the enemy. father pressed the ‘delete’ key as soon as the e-mail was displayed on his screen. He didn't know what to say. He was back in a minute. “It’s okay Papa. These mails are called spam mails. If you study the whole write up. As father opened one e-mail. He just deleted them. to tell us that it's the enmity that has to be killed. not the enemy. what are you deleting?” Father smiled mysteriously and answered. And that weapon was LOVE. 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. I promise to try my best. The soldier said. A short while later. but he had lots of mails to clear so he had brought his laptop home. I hope you will too. son?” Sirish said. “Temptation!” Sirish asked. It was a holiday. TEMPTATION Father was working on his laptop. “Sirish would you get that. he couldn’t contain himself and asked. my child is something that tries to incite you into doing something or buying stuff that we don’t really need. Finally he said.” It was Father’s turn to ask.” The soldier left. it was just Temptation. They are sent by people who wish to tempt us to buy stuff that is not really good for us. Only a few of them. That’s just what I did!” . “Temptation. For some of them he did not even open the attachments clipped on. don’t reason out. His little son Sirish was watching him. Sirish noticed that for a large number of mails. “Temptation? What do you mean by that?” The little boy smiled and said. I’m caught up. “There was a lady selling chocolates at a discount.” The soldier was unnerved.” he extended his hand towards the son. “How can I ever thank you?” She replied. just send it right back. so I sent her away!” He continued. Father asked “Who’s it. Finally. Papa. 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.' He knew that only one weapon was needed to kill all enmities. “Papa. “We all need someone like your mother. “I'll try my best.” said Sirish as he rose to open the door. Sirish watched curiously as father pressed the ‘delete’ key over and over again. the door bell rang and father said. You see it’s better to delete it as soon as it comes up. the soldier said to the old woman. The ‘enemy' is also made of flesh and blood like us and some of them have hearts of gold. “Temptation? What do you mean by that?” Father sat the innocent little boy in his lap and said.
” The king said. water etc. But you must tell me. I shall make exactly what that man will make on the opposite wall.” The man said. very impressed with the painting and gave a hefty sum as a reward to the artist. One day an artist came and said to the king. The king sent for the second artist and asked him. But this man had not been seeing what was going on. He then asked for the curtain to be opened up. It is said that the world is a reflection of you. Just then. It’s the only way! THE PAINTING ON THE WALL There was a king who was a great admirer of art. “Oh King! Please allow me to work on the opposite wall. Moreover. So he said. He was very. After a month the first artist told the king that his work was complete and he would like to show it to the king. The first artist brought in a regular supply of paint. “Young man. when would your work be ready? I am coming to see the first wall this evening. that was a tall statement. another young man said. It will be more beautiful than anything you have ever seen before. I shall do so.Setting an example is not just one of the ways of teaching your children. “My Lord. “Oh King! Give me a blank wall in your palace and let me paint a picture on it. The reflection of the painting across the room.” Now. I too am an artist. 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. including the king and the first artist were intrigued. the king happened to be constructing a big hall at the rear end of the palace. my wall is ready too!” The king went to see the first artist’s wall. how did you do it?” The lad said simply. each minor detail was exactly as it was on the first wall. “Young man. I am indeed very happy with your work. But the king loved surprises and he decided to give the young fellow a chance.” So the artist was given the job and he was very pleased indeed. He encouraged artists from all over his country and gave them valuable gifts. Then he said. “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. “What would you like to make?” The man said. I promise you shall not be disappointed. The second one would some with a cloth and a bucket of water every day. Whatever you . For when we polish our hearts and souls we see God’s reflection within. The following day a thick curtain was put into place and both the artists got to work. “Alright you may work on one of the walls in the new hall. He gave a double reward to the fellow. showed up in it! That is what it means to polish your self. “My Lord.” Now. oil. Everyone in the king’s court. So how had he done it? The king wanted to know the secret. on the other side of the curtain. Lo and behold! The same painting was to be seen on the opposite wall too! Amazing! But true! Each line. without looking at his work.
When I get new toys my heart jumps." "May I help you?" asked Arushi. time. My heart is When Raju break my dolly. Mama says God lives in all hearts. If you are sad. her eyes shining. dejected. was studying medicine. Only God knows how to make new hearts so we should try not to break them. the world will seem to be that too. She wrote her article and gave it to Doctor Bhayia. My heart is soooo big. that I can put so many people into it. to speak for another minute. jealous. the world will look to be happy. Rajat looked at her. Off you go now." Arushi sat down to work seriously. This is what Rajat read out: 1 red. I seek your permission. as if trying to understand everything! He caught her little hand to place over his heart and said. My heart is cracked and breaked when people say a bad things to it. Then he said. One day she went to his room and found him studying a big book. "Can you feel how its beating? It works hard all day to pump blood. what is this?" He said.. angry. to share with you. "Doctor Bhayia. She climbed onto his lap and asked. "This is a picture of the human heart. 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 All of us have biiiig hearts. Her cousin Rajat who was twenty years old. There is one like that in all of us.. On the day of the presentation. "Sir. My heart does dhak-dhak all the It is in circolatury system and pumps all the blood. you write something for me and I'll put it into my work. a part of my heart cried and died. restless . If you are happy. hiding his smile and said. what my seven year old sister has to say on this topic. I am writing an article on the heart for my presentation.are. My heart loves all parts of my body. so she called him Doctor Bhayia (brother)." She looked at it curiously. Then why do people fight? . that is what the world will seem to be to you THE BEAUTIFUL HEART Arushi was only seven years old. but all the same he nodded his head in assent. Arushi thought he was already a doctor." The Professor in-charge was baffled. "Sure. If my heart did not give love I would die. he read out his article that was a very good piece on the functioning of the heart.
just how it should have been sung. You youngsters think that by singing a few numbers here and there you can become singers of repute. The contestants had sung in front of three eminent judges. There was a thunderous applause from the audience. you can make it if you practice consistently. I wish you luck. centrestage and said to her. It was a rare honour to get a chance to sing on this platform. What struck the audience was not the final . only five contestants were short-listed. Good luck to you. It was time for the final verdict. She fought to hold them back. “Well. You need to train for longer hours. The lucky five sang in the final round. the only difference is that you are yet to become famous. But you have a lot to learn yet. you have to practice day and night. started with bated breaths and pounding hearts. All the young participants put forward their best. but her eyelids were not strong enough to hold in control the flood of emotions that besieged her.” It was the turn of the third judge to speak now.There was pin-drop silence. Meera. men who had made a name for themselves in the world of music.” He went on to sing a line from the same song to show this bewildered contestant. The singers had excelled. The road is tough but it’s not impossible to conquer. Those that did not make it. Little Arushi had seen beyond what doctors see. You have immense potential in you. be happy. He said. 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. The second round. Soon the singing part was over. young lady. The first round being one of elimination brought the number down to ten. Tears streamed down the girls cheeks. the flesh and the blood. They had the audience literally dancing to their tunes. wept openly.” The rest of the contestants went through their turns of listening to the opinions of the judges on their respective performances. even we are still learning. Come out of your Utopia. In this field. You have my blessings. But don’t worry. The first judge called one of contestants. Let me tell you. Twenty two entries had been selected from the hundreds of entries received. everyone stood up to give a standing ovation. Lady luck shall surely smile on you if you continue to persevere. The mike was passed on to the second judge. “I wonder what prompted you to choose such a difficult composition to sing. having proved your mettle in such a sea of talent. in front of such a voluminous audience and in the midst of so much talent. Then the Professor rose up from his seat and started clapping One by one. one is always a learner. 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. Don’t give up. you just need to garner it right. for they could not hold back the tears of disappointment. you were brave to have chosen that song. She had seen beyond the mechanics. we are also like you. You have to train under the grand maestros. You have sung it terribly! I cannot even count the number of mistakes you have made. The crowd was going berserk with enthusiasm. He said. At the end of the second round.
A couple of names were suggested. but the attitude of the judges. but polish you into a brilliant gem! THE VILLAGE SARPANCH The villages in India have a head-man called Sarpanch. The village was about a mile away on either side from two different highways. Life they say is a rocky road. It is not the critic who is important. the elders were unable to make a final selection. Together the boys planted them on either side of the road. They cleared the track of bushes and trees and beat down the mud to settle it. he told the village elders that he wanted to retire from the post of Sarpanch. Karam and Mahipal. When the road was ready. Having discussed the pros and cons of having either of the two as Sarpanch. Mahipal on the other hand. He has had the strength to submit himself to a verdict of success or failure. They even erected small banks of mud on either side. “We shall not cut it. Important are those who have had the guts to enter the arena.result. The old Sarpanch decided to put both of them to test. Karam set to work the very next day. Mahipal said. we shall divert the path a little to go by its side. make mistakes and then get up and try again! A winner is one who after a long journey of sweat and perspiration has the strength to make it to the end. a few were discussing the participants and the results. The challenge is to let it not grind you into dust. Even if he fails.” All the young men helped to level out the land. He employed a contractor who came with a large team of labourers. There is no greatness in pointing out where and how great men stumbled. For not all people have the guts to try. Mahipal used to buy some sweets and distributed them amongst his spirited team of youngsters. He had become very old and was failing health. He has had the spirit of adventure. So. . He bought a hundred saplings of mulberry. The funds were not enough for making a proper road. Half way through they came across an old Banyan tree. They zeroed down on the names of two men. 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. Mahipal still had some money left over. Both of them were considered to be capable young men. 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’. As the audience walked out of the auditorium. Inderpal was the Sarpanch of a village. In a couple of days the contractor reported to Karam that the road was ready. recruited only a few labourers. at least he has had the experience of the journey. The small amount that was left over. Do you know what most of them were discussing? They were discussing who the best judge was! Encouragement and appreciation are tonics that are always in short supply. The track cut through the play ground where some boys played Kabaddi.
She would be a perfect bride for you. They showed him the saplings that they had planted. let me tell you that the Rain God is mightier than me. “Oh mighty God of wind! Please marry my lovely daughter. please make her your wife. don’t you know that the God of Wind is more powerful than me! He can blow my clouds to smithereens if he wants to. “Madam. Later he went to see the other road. He was impressed by the perfection with which Karam had done the job. Her mother was somewhat over ambitious and decided that she must find a very powerful husband for her darling daughter. The Sarpanch went to see both the roads. Please accept her as your wife. I am indeed moved that you thought of me as a good match for your daughter.” 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.” The tired mother rat hobbled up to the Mountain God and proposed to him. Your power and her beauty shall make a great alliance. I have to change my track. credibility and his ability to create a team. It looked quite professional and meticulously done. Why don’t you propose to him?” So.” The Rain God replied with a twinkle in his eye. He was greeted by a whole group of youngsters. She shall make a very suitable bride for you.The completion of work was reported to the old Sarpanch. will you have my charming daughter for a bride?” The Mountain God spoke in a grating voice. for when he comes with his army of clouds.” The Sun God smiled warmly and said. I try hard but I cannot move him. Mahipal has been able to win the trust of all these youngsters that is why they have followed him. “Please dear Mountain God.” The mother rat rushed to the Rain God and said. 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.” The wind God chuckled and said. “Perhaps you don’t know that the Mountain God is more powerful than me. only one who serves is fit to become a leader. She went to the Sun God and said to him. but let me tell you that the king of rats is more powerful than me. A leader is never a leader alone.” . young she-rat was eligible for marriage. Moreover. They make holes and burrows wherever they please. the ambitious mother scurried away to the God of Wind and swiftly proposed to him. He along with his caravan of rats digs into my body. but being over ambitious can lead to disappointment. “I am honoured by your proposal. for he is immovable. please marry my daughter. “Oh King! I offer my beautiful daughter to you. It is his dedication. When I bump into him. I am completely overshadowed. But if you are looking for a powerful husband. Sometimes it can be funny too! A pretty. The Sarpanch was happy. eager to see the reaction of the Sarpanch. “My daughter is extremely beautiful and your power is unmatched. “The most essential quality of a leader is not perfection. “Dear Rain God. He named Mahipal as the new Sarpanch saying. “Lady.” So the mother rat went to the king of rats and said wearily. He has been honest to the cause and has shed sweat to involve people and make a team.
He loved these old people and he loved to see them laugh. Perhaps he has got something in common with you. One day he told them about the drama that they had at school. “Good evening ma’am! I was wondering if Bunty is well. “Yes. She would simply say. but sometimes she would come along with Bunty and chat with these oldies.” One evening the residents waited for Bunty. Some were sick. Tea and biscuits would be served to them. Bunty. She signalled for them to be quiet. Sometimes Bunty would play the guitar and sing songs for them. They had a grand wedding and the rest they say is history! Finally. there was no sign of him. Next to his bed was a trolley laden with bottles of glucose and dextrose. “Gladly!” So the king of rats married the pretty young lady. Bunty is sick. I mean. Next door lived a young couple and their ten year old son. Bunty’s mother was usually busy with her household chores. He would put the daisies into the hair of the old women and into the button holes of the old men’s jackets. Sometimes he would bring yellow daisies for them. She got up and motioned them to come out of the room. but he didn’t turn up. the ambitious mother rat realized that her beautiful daughter was fit to be a bride only for a rat. pressed the door bell of Bunty’s house. “He’s happier playing with you. A worried looking mother opened the door. There were numerous bottles of medicine. It was a daily routine that these elderly people looked forward to. 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. On the fourth day. “He has just gone to sleep. we haven’t seen him around for some days. one old man who was really missing Bunty. There was a nurse on duty. They would often ask her why Bunty had no friends of his age. others were confined to wheelchairs. Every evening he would come to the old age home and chat with the residents. 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. A bottle of blood was being transfused into the boy.The king of rats blushed from ear to ear and said. The management would put cane chairs outside. The sight he saw stopped him in his tracks. He called all the women ‘Grandma’. He loved to see the Grandpa’s turn into little boys. He seemed to have no friends of his age. Is everything alright?” The woman hesitated. and all the men ‘Grandpa’. In life too. all the residents would sit outside in the garden. Another day he brought his cricket bat and played cricket with them.” . Would you like to come to his room?” The old man followed the lady to Bunty’s room. He’s been struggling with the pain. Some were active. It had about thirty residents. it isn’t. They looked forward to Bunty’s visits just as much as he looked forward to them. The next day too. no. others were healthy. He enacted the various roles all by himself. Please don’t disturb him. The little boy was very thin and weak.
Three days back he contracted a viral. she said. Bunty’s a strong willed boy. The old man said.” As she served him food. The contractor who owned the apples came to retrieve what ever he could. even you never let us know!” “Grandpa. We requested the doctor to give him the blood transfusion at home. It will take a while for him to get well.” She swallowed to hide her tears. All the little acts of love. so I allow him to see you every evening. doing his job to get things back into the streamline. Get me some food quickly. I left my wallet at home. “He never told us. He’s not able to match up with his peers at school. It was late in the evening when the truck owner returned home. I’m really hungry. each professional. Luckily there was no loss of life. all that sharing and caring. One such father was on a business tour to a foreign . tired and weary. He got a chest infection and had very high fever. Come to think of it. but those who learn to live with things that are less than perfect! THE APPLE TRUCK A man owned many trucks.” The old man was speechless. He told his elder sister. so he opts to play with all of you. but he never let us know. He’d be heart broken if all of you were to pity him. He was pained to see the truck laid upside down on the roadside. while playing games. He used to let them out for the transport of apples from Himachal Pradesh to the plains. He never wanted to discuss his disease. In the wee hours of the morning he got the message that one of his trucks had skidded and overturned on the highway. It makes him happy. 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’. “How could I? They didn’t belong to me!” How true! We are answerable to others later. Most of the apple boxes had split open and the apples were strewn all over the road. A crane was called to put the truck back on its wheels. Many hours passed. to look in to the matter.The lady said. “Didn’t you say that there were apples strewn all over the road? Why didn’t you pick up a couple of those and eat them? Why did you go hungry all day?” He said simply. The Insurance company executives had come to assess the loss. Bunty is thalasemmic. He has very low immunity. “In the hurry. “Grandpa. all that concern and laughter from a child who was thalasemmic! The happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems. “Every month we take him to the hospital for his blood transfusion. I’ve not had a bite all day. He came to see us everyday.
The boy was scared. I must say. “Do you remember the day. 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. looking at the sunset. Your son did well. They were staying at a small hotel. He felt tears brimming in his eyes. “Lord. I was testing you to see whether you could find your way back to me. The boy grew up to be a man and the father became old. But no where could he find his father. He read the directions from the site maps on the way. but he was disappointed.country. The boy looked in the restrooms. He took a bus to a place that was half way to the hotel. he walked. with no money in my pocket?’ Just then he heard the key turn in the door and father walked in! “Dad. if you could fend for yourself. He had taken his fourteen year old son with him. the restaurants and the corridors. the boy decided that the best thing he could do was to make his way back to the hotel. without letting him know his actual predicament.” “Oh! Really? Then why did you follow me all the time?” “I had to be sure you were safe. he tactfully asked the traffic policeman to guide him on how to get there. Many times he had to ask for directions from strangers. for that was the farthest he could pay for. So. but to no avail. The other half. I’ve gone through so many ups and downs in life. the shops. They were walking on a busy road. He looked around for him desperately. ‘What next? What should I do? How will I find him in this alien land. As the sun began to set. Anyways. you would have seen me. hungry and weary. He sat down and thought. I wonder what life is all about. only to find that he did not have enough money to pay for his fare back to the hotel. “I wanted to see. to your eternal .” “Neither did I! If only you had looked around carefully. even for a moment?” “No. you did rather well. He was talking to God. I too expect you to find your way home. He walked the street up and down several times but could not find his father. he did not even know the way back. Why do you not guide me? Why don’t you talk to me sometimes?” Then God replied. all the time!” “What do you mean?” asked the boy incredulously. you decided to test your son?” “Yes. One quiet evening. Suddenly the boy realized that the father was no where around. I am old now. “I was only a few steps away from you.” “Did you let him out of your sight. the old man sat in the garden. He rummaged through his pockets. but he fought them back. Do you even know what I have been through? As I sit in this armchair in the twilight of my life. I’m quite proud of you!” Years passed. I wonder why you created me and then left me alone in this world to fend for my self. he found his way back to his father! I too expect you to find your way back to your eternal father. They went out in the day. It was late in the night when he finally trudged into the hotel tired. He marched up the stairs to their room. hoping to find father inside.
“No!” The officer explained that the land that they were asking for was home to a number of fishermen. Then he asked.. As for the old church. The next day the road contractor came.” SPACE RESEARCH A senior scientist was doing space research. This church belongs to the people. it was used as a workshop for the research programme by the scientist and his team. the scientists name was Dr. But this is God’s home. The old woman put one of the wailing babies to the breast of the young mother. “Officer. Abdul made his first rocket there.P. numb with pain. if they could shift to another suitable place. who was in charge of the church. In addition there was a church on that land. He was told that one of the woman labourers had died leaving behind two little babies. the officer smiled and said. thanks to the large heartedness and vision of a nationalist called Father Peter Peirera. “Well! Can we give them the church for the benefit of our country?” Slowly. A.” The following Sunday. you could ask Father Peter Peirera. perhaps we could request the church management. The old woman looked at the newly born girls and beseeched the Lord. “Well. Abdul Kalam. The God of death hovered around her and soon her painful life drew to an end. “Well scientific research is much required for our country. the old woman looked after the babies for the night. Father said. It would not be possible to give it.. for a nationalistic cause. the scientist and his students went to request Father Peter Peirera.. The woman was weak and miserably poor. I shall have to ask them. after the service was over. Vikram Sarabhai. He had a group of young scientists to assist him. The first response was. I am waiting for you to find your way back to me because you belong to me. ‘yes’.” Ironically.J. For his research. Another space was allotted and a new church was built for Father Peter Peirera and his people. “Oh God! What is the crime committed by these poor souls! Who will look after them? Have mercy on them!” Out of compulsion. is none other than Dr. ‘yes’. drop by drop. the people started saying ‘yes’. The other baby slept peacefully by her mother’s side.home! Come my child. very slowly. he needed a big piece of land a little far away from the city. Try your luck!” So. She was lying behind a bush. in a pool of blood. till the entire crowed agreed unanimously to give up their place of worship. She had to forego her own dinner to buy some milk for them. She fed it to them. And Abdul. Father Peter Peirera addressed the gathering and conveyed the request of the scientists. approached the Municipal Officer concerned and put in a request for allotment of land for scientific research. The only person attending to her was an old woman who was also part of the road building team. The scientist requested the officer with a smile saying. Former President of India! All that. He along with one of his students called Abdul. The contractor went to the house of the old woman . THE TWINS A young woman labourer assisted in building roads. Incidentally. She had just given birth to twin daughters.
He confirms that He is waiting for the right time to give you the right thing. the young son of the contractor brought home a beautiful girl. The wedding was fixed. Had the mother not died. Another one opens. When God denies you your wishes.to see the girls. He confirms that He loves you. He confirms that you made the wrong choice. the girl brought her parents and sister. “Sir. Soon he will die. When one door closes. for he could not bear the stench of the damp walls mixing with the smell of urine and stale milk. My wife and I were passing by. the old woman would not have come forward to care for them. These two girls were crying by her side. The next day. Let us arrange for a beautiful open-jeep carriage to take the body to the funeral ground. he chose to keep quiet. Finally we brought them up as our own. The contractor asked the girl to bring her family. The eldest son said.. He noticed that they both had a mole on the left cheek and looked very. The secret that had been guarded by the couple from their own ‘daughters’ should remain a secret. A very old woman died in a dirty cottage. these girls would surely have become labourers too.. The contractor was much impressed by the sisters. He said. He handed out some money to the old woman and mumbled something under his breath. “Father has only a few breaths left now. They were probably just a few days old. 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 rushed out of the room. And had the old woman not died. He told his father that he wanted to marry her.. When God answers your Prayer. I want to tell you that Anubha is my daughter in every sense except the biological one. THE LAST JOURNEY A rich old man was very ill and was on his ‘death-bed’. Twenty years later. The girl’s father asked to talk to the contractor alone. Had the young mother not died. We tried our best to find out about their family but to no avail. God alone knows what is good for each one of us.” Then it came back to him! He looked at the girls closely and saw the black moles on their left cheeks. He knew who they were! But. very similar. When God keeps you waiting..
And. He said. adding some asparagus ferns and silver strings. I don’t need help from anyone of you. The red roses said. down the road? It shall not cost as much as the jeep carriage. The red roses were bought by a rich old lady who passed them on to an expert garland stringer. “We are so perfect. Why don’t we just ask for the ambulance from the ‘Jeevan Hospital’.” The next day. I don’t need a carriage. They were not at all pretty to look at. but their unique selling point was their shape. Also order a set of new clothes for him. The carriage shall cost us dear. Each one of them was exquisitely formed. 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. but they were extremely fragrant. “We hope to be able to spread our fragrance to more and more people. Two beautiful . for red roses are the ultimate expression of love. It’s only a short distance from our house to the crematorium. The second bush had roses in yellow with pink streaks. The third bush had soft light pink roses known as desi-gulab or wild roses. Our father has lived like a king. “If one of you will kindly bring my shoes. shapes and sizes. we should be displayed for people to see and admire. So. we can put him on a cot and carry him on our shoulders. 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 wish we could be given to a beloved.” The roses on the third bush said softly. He won’t even know. Surely that should be more economical. long time. I think my shoes are enough for me to walk out of here. Each fold and each petal was a sculpted masterpiece.we can decorate the arthi nicely. “Why bother with the ambulance and the flowers? The funeral ground is just behind our house anyway. The garland stringer chopped off the stalks and leaves. He said. do we really need the new clothes? He is going to be dead anyways. He wanted to leave behind enough wealth to make them comfortable for a long. whether his last journey is in a fancy carriage or in an ordinary ambulance?” The youngest son was craftier still. Each bush was abloom with roses of different hues. the gardener came and cut the rose stalks. an ambulance or a cot.” The third son was even thriftier. After all what does it matter to a dead man. He sent them to a florist. She strung the roses into an exquisite garland. The roses on the first bush were blood red in colour.” The second son said. “Why to order the flowers? They shall rot in this heat anyways. “Of what use is the ambulance from Jeevan Hospital? We can request for an ambulance from the Government Hospital or from the Red Cross Society.” The old man happened to be listening to this conversation between his sons. I’ll just go by myself. We are four of us. The roses on three of the bushes got talking.” THE ROSE GARDEN Spring had brought new life to this beautiful rose garden. he must go too.” The roses on the second bush said. like a King.
She offered them with devotion to Radha and Krishna at the temple. Eventually the florist gave them away for free to the girl who worked in the shop. The next day the priest removed the garlands from the deities and cast them away in a corner of the temple. for no one seemed to want to buy them. The red roses cried. The girl took the roses home and gave them to her mother. Find your focus. deep in conversation. egg shells and chicken bones. 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. That bunch was left sitting in the shop of the florist for days.” The roses beseeched the Lord. The red roses swelled with vanity. The wild roses were focussed right from day one. glancing at their expensive wrist watches and talking sixteen miles to a dozen. The petals lay immersed in the water for days. They added some powder to the water now and then so that it would not start stinking due to stagnation. A group of young workers were deputed to hand roll the mixture onto fine sticks. 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. Aggarbattis were made! They were used in the temple to sanctify the area with their aroma. Others hurried past. Please do not caste us away. The mother shook off all the petals into a huge basin of water. The roses wept for they felt dejected and useless. We were too caught up in pride to enjoy our closeness with you. A man saw the wilting red garlands. The roses were proud for they were the centre of attraction for all to see. but they were happy! What about the perfect yellow roses? They spent all their life waiting for recognition and admiration. holding their cell phones. Please Lord! Give us another chance to serve you. that is of utmost importance. Busy executives rushed past. Even their cries could be heard by no one. Here is some food for thought. whereas the yellow roses thought about nothing. but no one came forward to listen to their cries. The red roses suffered a setback to their vanity but made up for it because they soon realised their folly. Let us pause for a moment to look into the fate of the little pink roses. Some days later she carefully removed the petals and pure rose water was left behind! She bottled the rose water and gave it to the priest in the temple. The yellow roses preened and smiled. The entire set up was placed on the centre table of the entrance of a hotel. but only a few people had time to stop by and admire their perfection. they were crushed to a fine powder and some glue like substance and some oils were added to them. The red roses were happy for they had been used by the lady as an offering of love. but the physical and the mundane. The red roses’ vanity was burnt away and they were reduced to nothing.garlands were made and delivered to the rich old lady. He picked them up and put them in the sun to dry along with many other flowers that had been laid out for drying. Eventually they wilted and the hotel cleaner dumped them into the garbage along with the rotting peels of vegetables. Many devotees saw the exquisite garlands and wowed at them. The end that you eventually meet with depends upon the road you choose to take for the journey. The roses were so happy that they literally wept in devotion! In the corner of the temple the repentance of the proud red roses had finally touched the heart of the Lord. When the flowers were totally dry. “Oh Krishna! Oh Radha! We are sorry for being vain. They were almost beginning to rot and their dreams of giving fragrance to people seemed to be quite impossible to realize. Perhaps you could identify . to none other than Radha-Krishna the proverbial lovers.
. His body had become infirm and weak.” Then he reached into his pocket and took out an envelope. Three . It said. He had lost his only son in a battle. I was with him when he died.. Most of them offered. because he came in the way.” The lawyer counted “One . . She had a fourteen year old daughter and an eleven year old son.with either of the roses and in case you are on the wrong track. She had no work experience. Their savings had been spent to the last penny in trying to save him.. i. rummaged through his worn out pockets and said. “I can pay Rs. Live your life such that when you are to go. you were crying and all those around you were smiling. but this one touched his heart. The portrait is yours. The lawyer said. There were no takers. Kripa passed away. “The entire collection of paintings shall be inherited by the buyer of my son’s portrait. she was totally a home-bird. Gone. I must auction out the vast collection of paintings and utilize the sum as directed in the letter. “You are not alone. I have been directed to put up for auction. this could just be the right time for you to change your track.”. It was put above the mantelpiece in a place of honour.. cut it open and pulled out the Will. I have painted a portrait of your son. Friends and relatives came to console her. the old lawyer put up the portrait of the deceased son that had been presented by the soldier.. The rest of the property may be auctioned and the proceeds used for setting up an orphanage for the orphans of war. Many years later. Again and again the lawyer called out for someone to name a price. please accept it as a gift. If only we show love towards those whom He loves. The old family gardener came forward. a visitor knocked at his door and said “Sir. One afternoon.. Marina’s world had just crumbled to bits. I owe my life to him. The walls of his beautiful house were adorned with masterpieces of great value.for it. Sorrow and age had wrought havoc on his face and dulled his vision. The pain had been too much to bear and he had lost the will to live. we will stand by you. this portrait of his son first of all. So it is with the Lord. actually hit him..e. “Before I read out the Will regarding the inheritance of the property. but no one wanted the crudely painted picture. 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. 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..” So saying. his collection of master pieces. I was also a soldier in your son’s army regiment. His lawyer had a letter that was to be read out after the cremation. Two . The bullet that was meant for me..” Kripa was a connoisseur of art. I have special instructions regarding his most valuable property. you are smiling and others are crying THE SON’S PORTRAIT Kripa had become old.” That was the end of the auction.27/. do let us know”. “If there is anything that we can do to help.
Till one night. I’ve given you my promise. to turn your thoughts away from all your problems and leave everything into His hands saying.A month later. for the warden was supposed to be present all day. Today’s menu for lunch was jackfruit and curd with Roti. The tension was unnerving. The poor child looked at the revolting mass in her plate and felt that if she ate it. in a women’s garments store and asked a relative to put in a word for her. The mother said. you have to have a certain personality to look after such a job.. 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.” Father said. It may be something else. “Oh God! Why did you do this to us? How shall I tend to my children? Please help me for I am absolutely alone.” A week later Marina applied for a job as a salesgirl. The friend said. provided she could move into a residence at the hostel premises. if I eat it. The school provided free education to the wards of their employees! The school mess would also provide free meals to her wards and herself. Her expenses seemed to soar whereas her resources dwindled. if you continue to worry about them. hollow words. I’ll get it for you. but you are really not the type. she would definitely throw up..” The girl said. Marina requested one of these friends to help her get a job as a receptionist at a local school.” The girl put a spoonful of jackfruit into her mouth and made a face as if she was tasting poison. She walked into the interview room with the confidence that stems only from God’s presence in you. Suddenly she said. She was offered the job. I’m always willing to help. She refused to eat the jackfruit. The next instalment for the school fees of her children was due in a fortnight. 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..” When at last you realize that God is all you have left. Thy will be done. they really won’t listen to anyone. “Lord. With one stroke. all her problems were solved! It is only God who stands by His words.” This went on.. will you grant me a wish?” Father grabbed the opportunity to resolve the situation and said quickly. But. The house rent was grossly overdue. To surrender means. “Yes honey. “Don’t worry. I would have spoken to the Principal for you. Marina broke down. “Okay. “You see Marina. He does not take over. meaningless endearments and lame excuses. but she is just not the obliging type... I mean. Now gobble it up. but if there is anything else. it is then that you realize that God is all that you really needed! BALD HEADED There was tension in the air as mother stood behind her daughter’s chair in the dinning room.” She cried herself to sleep. “See that you . the owner is my friend no doubt. The little girl had her eyes and her plate full. 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. Mother was equally adamant. Grandma looked disgusted at the attitude of the mother. She cried her heart out and prayed. In her dream she saw God smiling at her and blessing her. “It may not be a ‘thing’. when He asks you to surrender your problems to Him and forget about them. whatever you say. Just finish it fast and tell me what you want. “Actually Marina. so he watched in silence.
The teacher conducted a preliminary test on him to guage his talent . “I want to get my head shaved!” Mother’s spoon fell from her hand. although he could not make out head or tail of why she wanted to do such a weird thing. 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. “But. He was afraid that the other children would make fun of him. he took her to the park to play as he did every evening. It’s so unfair!” she said in a trembling voice. why did your son have to get his head shaved?” he asked. “But darling you shall look obnoxious.” he said. don’t even dream about it. And how does it matter anyway? Its just hair! It will grow back. It’s not such a big deal after all!” The girl ate it all up. I just want to get my head shaved. “What rubbish! That’s impossible. apparently the bald boy’s mother came up to him and said. He had a good voice and he wanted to train to become an Indian classical singer. During the chemotherapy he lost all his hair and was refusing to come out of the house.” The man was even more confused now.” Father stood his ground. now don’t be unfair to her and stop making a fuss!” Father took the girl to the barber and got the job done. washed it down with a whole glass of water and then said quickly. was this the latest fashion or what? Just then a lady. It was a bargain. “Oh no! My son did not have to get his head shaved. they are gifted to us by God. “You have quite a daughter. Silly girl!” said mother. “No.don’t go overboard in asking for a wish. He did not understand. with a clatter and grandma almost fainted. Looking at the little girl’s tear filled eyes. we just have to realize how precious they are. Father was surprised to note that the boy too had no hair on his head. “She has done her part. You have always taught me about the value of honouring your word. this is quite a ridiculous thing to ask for. it’s just a bowl of jackfruit. He visited a renowned music teacher and expressed his desire to him. She tried to smile bravely and said. You see he has leukaemia. the most precious things in life can not be made or bought. Why don’t we buy you a nice Barbie doll instead?” “But I don’t want a doll. A short while later a boy came to the park. After all. Later in the evening. “Look my child. she will never learn to honour hers. THE ROSE BUD A young boy wanted to learn music.” But the girl was adamant. so that the other children at the park would not jeer at him. be reasonable and I shall surely let you have your way. If we do not honour our word.” Daddy said. “Who ever heard of a girl getting her head shaved? I will not allow it. You gave me your word. But your daughter coaxed him on the phone to come today. what about that now? You are going back on your word. “Daddy you promised me. What’s the big deal about it?” Mother said. But I never thought she would actually live up to it. He said. “You had your way. Daddy’s heart melted. Father said. For once Grandma seemed to see eye to eye with her daughter in law but chose to keep silent. She promised my son that she would get her head shaved.
till he reached the top. it’s not the buds fault. They showed him the rarest species of mountain undergrowth that only the locals know of. He washed the wound and dressed it up. He went on further uphill. He took out his packed lunch and ate it. He stopped to feed the squirrels and the birds. was in a hurry to bloom from a bud into a flower overnight. hard he tried. He took out his first aid kit and carefully reached out for the poor mongrel. He was wary of eating them. The next morning the teacher saw the plight of the rose bud and understood what had happened. “Guruji. Had the bud grown naturally it would have been beautiful at each stage of its life. It would have spread fragrance all around and its beauty would have lent splendour to our garden. I cannot give back its babyhood to the bud. its not going to be a short time. he ate them too. some of the petals got torn and mutilated. The pine cones looked like . but seeing the children eat. They skipped along with him and showed him the best path to take.” That evening. how much time. “Look son. The inner most that were just beginning to form.” TREKKING IN THE MOUNTAINS Spring was in the air. The flowers in the valley and on the mountain were in full bloom. whining. Hurry has now become a cause for worry. A man decided to go for a trek to the top of the mountain. I am the cause of its present state. The lovely spruce trees looked rich and green. “Guruji. He called the boy and said. But.?” The teacher said. others fell off. this bud. lest they are poisonous. Please unfold me petal by petal at your own pace and will. It seems to have outdone its potential to grow. The number of days it takes to unfold its petals to become a full grown flower. The young man filled up his haversack and strapped it on to his back. because singing is about learning more and more each day. whistling a merry tune to himself. Slowly and carefully he tried to open up the petals of the rose bud to make it look like a flower.. Every now and then he stopped to admire the flowers and the trees. the boy went and squatted near the bush. he threw some tidbits to the rabbits too. “Do you see that rose bud on the bush outside.and decided to give him a try. “I’ll soon learn everything there is to learn. However. I am determined. He wept. The boy asked. got crushed into the stamen. that’s the number of years you’ll take to learn.” The boy. He met some village children on the way. The man noticed that the dog was bleeding. the boy was in tears. how much time would I need to train under your guidance. I pried it open. Everything around him looked so happy.. perhaps the bud was in too much of a hurry. it seems. how soon can I become a singer?” The teacher said. He gave them some toffees and chatted with them. that depends upon how much work you are able to put into it. He started his trek uphill. He walked up slowly but surely. A stray dog ventured near him. smiled inwardly and thought. The man continued his trek up the mountain. “Guruji. even as long as you live. The children plucked wild berries off the trees and offered them to the man..” A few months later. but I promise to let you shape me as you wish. ” By now. it shall never become a perfect rose flower now. I have made a mistake.. The spring in his step matched the spring in the air. “Well. the boy asked the same question. It had hurt its leg. Just look at the state of its petals. But one thing you can be sure of..
but he just couldn’t walk. with his books open in front of him. How beautiful they looked! The sculptor was fixing the pedestal as many people looked on in awe! Tarun asked the sculptor. “Here. Some time later the dog was back. So too it is in life. New idols of Goddess Lakshmi and Lord Vishnu were being installed. One day his father asked him. but his mind would wander from friends. His father had called him to repair a window that had broken in the storm last week. As the sun went down he realized that it was time to go back. His little acts of kindness and love had won him enough friends to help him when he was making his descent.” said father. He was all alone. The dog seemed to understand that the man needed help. He lacked concentration. He started his descent. I never thought about it. He would sit on his study desk. to films. Tarun watched the carpenter with fascination as the latter sawed and nailed the wood together. The children recognized him as the toffee-man.” and went outside. to food. Half way down. because he was fed up with his studies. the children helped him to hobble back. He was making masterpieces of furniture in teak and mahogany. all the way down the mountain. Tarun asked. “Son. like an injured puppy. Now what? He applied some balm to his ankle and tied it up. Tarun hammered in a nail and then went into a reverie. “Please. to holidays and so on. “Will you teach me how to make statues?” “Why not!” said the sculptor. try your hand. . nursing his swollen thumb. what would you like to be when you grow up?” He answered. It is important to be nice to people on our way up for we may need them on our way down. can I hammer the nails in?” “Sure. Tarun yelped in pain. How grand those armchairs looked! Till “Ooow!” he yelled! He had banged his thumb with the hammer! He mumbled “Sorry.” That afternoon the doorbell rang and Tarun opened the door to a carpenter. In the evening they went to the temple. Soon he was transported into a world of exquisite marble statues that he had sculpted. He placed the stone between his feet and carefully wielded the chisel and hammer. to foes. CONCENTRATION Tarun was always unhappy. He saw the bandage that he had earlier applied to him. He basked in the sun for a while.nuggets of gold hanging on the trees. causing it to bleed. “I don’t know father. But the day-dream came to a rude halt as the chisel went into his heel. “Today wherever you go. His favourite pass time was day dreaming.” Tarun started excitedly. so he could never hold his mind onto the subject that he was supposed to be studying. he slipped and fell. The air was cool and pure. He licked the foot of the man and then limped away. Together. He yelped in pain as his ankle got twisted.” “Well. take this stone and try to cut a straight line through it with my chisel and hammer. He realized that he may have to spend the night there. followed by a group of children.” beamed the carpenter. to games. look around at different people working in different vocations and try to plan your future. Just then he saw the stray dog looking at him.
Her talk was on creating memories for the customers so they would want to come back.. fasts." The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him." Johnny the Bagger (A True Story) Barbara Glanz is a speaker and author. and I like it! I'm just a bagger in the .”Well. where they decided to take a bath. During some point of the journey they had an argument. At the end of her speech. and said.” So. And they get so many nice things to eat in return. “Surely I can become a priest. he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE. you wrote in the sand and now.” said the fat Brahmin. he went up to the priest and asked “Panditji. can I work with you?” “Of course.m. and one friend slapped the other one in the face. “I shall give you a book of the shalokas that you need to recite for yajnas. but the friend saved him. when someone does something good for us. But. got stuck in the mire and started drowning. you write on a stone. in the morning after having completed your morning ablutions. but without saying anything. A few years ago. prayers. about a month later. you can master any trade! Sand and Stone A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. Just then he heard his father. You shall have to report to me at 5 a. "If you have any great service stories. any vocation is good for you. He said. she spoke at a convention for a large grocery chain with over 3. I'd like to hear them. After the friend recovered from the near drowning. we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it. why?" The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us. there was no respite in any profession. “Hey Tarun! Have you thought about what I asked you?” “Yes father. The one who got slapped was hurt. offerings.He eyed the temple priest’s large belly and thought to himself. "After I hurt you." They kept on walking until they found an oasis. The one. wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. festivals etc. who had been slapped.” Sure! If you are a good student. Barbara gets a call from a young man who introduces himself as Johnny. What should he do? Concentration was required for being a carpenter or a sculptor or even a temple priest. I heard what you had to say about service.” Poor Tarun. If you are a hardworking person and can work in earnest.” said Tarun earnestly. All that these people have to do is to offer food to the Lord and shake the bell.. "Barbara. How on earth could he possibly learn all those mantras? He could not concentrate on the answers in his science book. “I’m going to be a good student.000 people attending. she gave out her email address and phone number. we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away.
He looked all over Africa and couldn't find any. he was emotionally. so he was putting his favorite Snoopy stickers on the packages.store and I have Downs’s syndrome. He thought it would look good on the mantle piece. and my dad and I will print it out on the computer.ACRES OF DAIMONDS There was a farmer in Africa who was happy and content. "If you had a diamond the size of your thumb. When he got to Spain. The next morning he made arrangements to sell off his farm. Barbara gets another call…this time from the store manager. one lady said. . Barbara? It happened for one reason…Johnny decided to do something!” When it comes to service. I'll just drop a strip right in their bags and say. One day a wise man came to him and told him about the glory of diamonds and the power that goes along with them.' So the next day.' What do you think. the person who had bought his farm was watering the camels at a stream that ran through the farm. He was happy because he was content. you could have your own city. the rays of the morning sun hit a stone and made it sparkle like a rainbow. That afternoon. physically and financially broke. He got so disheartened that he threw himself into the Barcelona River and committed suicide. He was unhappy and he was discontent. He says. The wise man said. we all have our unique gifts to give. and talking to his customers. you could probably own your own country. He picked up the stone and put it in the living room. I'll cut out the quote in strips and sign my name on the back of each one. you won't believe what's happened at our store. The next day when customers come through. Barbara?" Barbara said. but now I come 2-3 times just to see the smile on Johnny's face when he drops in his favorite quote. Back home. He was content because he was happy. I went out into the store and noticed that one line was three times longer than the others. and they wouldn't budge—they wanted to see Johnny's quote of the day! In fact. He looked all through Europe and couldn't find any. That night the farmer couldn't sleep. Our guy in the meat department loves Snoopy. however we'll never make the emotional connection with the customer unless it begins in our heart. I think that's a wonderful idea!" A few weeks later. I see the lady in the floral department cutting off her broken flowers and pinning them on the elderly women in our store. We're having the time of our lives." And then he went away. took care of his family and went in search of diamonds. If you had a diamond the size of your fist. He was unhappy because he was discontent and discontent because he was unhappy. so each day I'm going to pick out one that I like. but I wanted to think of a way I could make a difference. 'I hope you enjoy my quote of the day. "Johnny. I went to the back of the line and suggested that customers move to another checkout. 'I used to come here once a week. Across the stream. I round up my team and tell them what Johnny has done to give our customers more than they expected. In fact. I decided that I like sayings. A Inspirational and Motivational Story . “Barbara. everybody in our store is finding creative ways to put their mark on service. and it seems like everyone in town is talking about us! And you know what.
. Opportunity is always under our feet. Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your life away. Miraculously he managed to reach his friend. Sure enough.True Friend Horror gripped the heart of the World War 1 soldier as he saw his lifelong friend fall in battle. I KNEW YOU'D COME.." They went and picked some samples and sent them for analysis. They found that the farm was indeed covered with acres and acres of diamonds. he was still alive and i had the satisfaction of hearing him say. the soldier asked his lieutenant if he might go out into the "no man's land" between the trenches to bring his fallen comrade back. 2." The man said. Sir" the private answered. worth it?" responded the Lieutenant. but it is never the same one. and then looked kindly at his friend. the officer checked the wounded soldier. "Your friend is dead and you are mortally wounded. The grass on the other side always looks greener. "No. "You can go. I recognize one when I see one." "It was worth it. there are others who are dyeing the grass on our side. why do you ask?" The wise man said.That afternoon the wise man came and saw the stone sparkling." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- .. As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench. sir. When people don't know how to recognize opportunity. 5. they complain of noise when it knocks. hoist him onto his shoulder and bring him back to their company's trench. There are many more. All we need to do is recognize it. "What do you mean. We don't have to go anywhere. "Your friend is dead" "YES. "JIM. While we are dyeing the grass on the other side. no. the stones were diamonds. "But it was worth it because when i got to him. I'll show you. "Because that is a diamond.. The next one may be better or worse.. and the soldier went anyway. Come. "Is Hafiz back?" The new owner said... we realize that we are all walking on acres and acres of diamonds. They would be happy to trade places with us. that's just a stone I picked up from the stream. Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire whizzing over his head." said the soldier.* What is the moral of this story? There are five morals: 1. 3. The same opportunity never knocks twice. "I told you it wouldn't be worth it." The lieutenant's advice didn't matter." he said. 4. "but i don't think it will be worth it. though. A Story to Share . He asked." said the lieutenant.. When our attitude is right.
"I can see that something is troubling you." Then he turned and disappeared as quickly as he had come." he said. wondering if anything could save his company from bankruptcy. and pushed it into his hand saying. he realized that it wasn't the money. Meet me here exactly one year from today. the old man appeared. Suddenly. He's always escaping from the rest home and telling people he's John D. Just knowing it was there might give him the strength to workout a way to save his business. It all lies in what we see it as. Whether actually it is there or not doesn't matter. It was his newfound self-confidence that gave him the power to achieve anything he went after. head in hands. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. The astonished executive just stood there. A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game. Exactly one year later. Creditors were closing in on him. Within a few months.” And she led the old man away by the arm. Rockefeller. After listening to the executive's woes. 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. the executive decided to put the un cashed check in his safe. a nurse came running up and grabbed the old man. But just as the executive was about to hand back the check and share his success story. With renewed optimism. wrote out a check. he was out of debt and making money once again. "I'm so glad I caught him!" she cried.000. convinced he had half a million dollars behind him. He sat on the park bench. Rockefeller. and you can pay me back at that time." He asked the man his name. From the above story we can make out that Confidence is nothing but vision held positively no matter what. The business executive saw in his hand a check for $500. At the agreed-upon time. then one of the richest men in the world! "I can erase my money worries in an instant!" he realized. "I believe I can help you. real or imagined. stunned. signed by John D. Suddenly an old man appeared before him. that had turned his life around. All year long he'd been wheeling and dealing. so the number of potatoes that a child . he thought. "I hope he hasn't been bothering you. But instead. the old man said. he negotiated better deals and extended terms of payment. Suppliers were demanding payment. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates.Worth Reading… A business executive was deep in debt and could see no way out. "Take this money. he returned to the park with the un cashed check. buying and selling. He closed several big sales.
" Touching life story. but realized his father was very old. leaving the holy book. but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. can you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart for your lifetime?" Moral of the Story: Throw away any hatred for anyone from your heart so that you will not carry sins for a lifetime. the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. So when the day came. Besides. "Learn to Forgive and Forget. As Graduation Day approached.. and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. and knowing his father could well afford it. Some had 2 potatoes. 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. Angrily. He needed to come home immediately and take care things. A young man was getting ready to graduate college. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son. and willed all of his possessions to his son. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family.. Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. After 1 week. "With all your money you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house. on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. Days after days passed by. When he arrived at his father's house. The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. he raised his voice at his father and said. the children were relieved because the game had finally ended. some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. . every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated.will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates. Forgiving others is the best attitude to take.. and thought perhaps he should go to him. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week. leather-bound Bible. sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away. he told him that was all he wanted. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom. Before he could make arrangements. those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go.. and told him how much he loved him. Curious. 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. Finally. He had not seen him since that graduation day.
The Taj Mahal in India 3.." The teacher said.. the following received the most votes: 1.He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible. 7.. you could have heard a pin drop. and then added. With tears. Enjoy your gifts! . the teacher noted that one student. "Well. to taste. How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? The Seven Wonders of the World Junior high school students in Chicago were studying the Seven Wonders of the World." The girl hesitated. "I think the Seven Wonders of the World are: 1. The Grand Canyon in Arizona 4. The room was so quiet.. 4.. just as he had left it years ago. and the words.and we don't have to travel anywhere special to experience them. the students were asked to list what they considered to be the Seven Wonders of the World. and to love.) 5. to feel. At the end of the lesson. (She hesitated a little.. tell us what you have. It had a tag with the dealer's name. hadn't turned in her paper yet. The quiet girl replied. a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Bible. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many. Though there was some disagreement. he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. On the tag was the date of his graduation. to see. The Panama Canal 5... St. "Yes. 3. the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired.. The Empire State Building 6.. to touch. a quiet girl.. 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 . then read.... As he read those words.PAID IN FULL. 6. Peter's Basilica 7. China's Great Wall While gathering the votes. to laugh... Egypt's Great Pyramids 2. 2. a little. and maybe we can help. to hear.
As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over. she went on. love." . "Each of us is put here on earth to learn." they replied. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end. He called his parents from San Francisco. find something beautiful to notice. life is not measured by the number of breaths we take. The things we often take for granted. "Mom and Dad. It doesn't have to be something you see. We must make it important to notice them. "So I would like you all to make me a promise. I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us. I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband died suddenly of a heart attack. for at anytime it can all be taken away. I would like to share with all of you. Every once in a while. a thought that is unrelated to class. but I've a favor to ask. but the things we didn't do. but which I feel is very important. ." "Sure. appreciate and give of ourselves. I'm coming home. It can be taken away at any moment. these things are the 'stuff' of life. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. "Please look for these things." Her eyes beginning to water. she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students." The class was completely quiet. "Class is over. she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down there. Go barefoot. . Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. is not the things we did that we often regret. Perhaps this is the Powers way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day. For as we get older. although it may sound trite to some. and cherish them. or the way the morning light catches one autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground. and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double dip ice cream cone. About a week after his death. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester. share. With a gentle look of reflection on her face. or walk on the beach at sunset. From now on. she paused and said. or on your way home. it could be a scent. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me. "we'd love to meet him. or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees. That afternoon. Remember. but by the moments that take our breath away. For.A Story worth Reading . Another one… A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house. on your way to school.
The police believed it was suicide. He'll find a way to live on his own. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family. may I ask you a question" Daddy: "Yeah sure. Their son had died after falling from a building. there's someone who won't treat us that way. and I want him to come live with us. or smart as we are. Looking up."There's something you should know the son continued. but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. Please tell me. their son had only one arm and one leg. We have our own lives to live. son. how much do you make an hour?" Daddy: "I make Rs. "if the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or other nonsense. he said. and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live. 300?" The father was furious. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg." "No. with his head down." "I'm sorry to hear that. the little boy replied. they received a call from the San Francisco police. may I please borrow Rs. they were told. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. the son hung up the phone. What do we work for ?? Son: "Daddy. Mom and Dad. regardless of how messed up we are. "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. He has nowhere else to go." At that point. The parents in this story are like many of us. however. then march yourself to your room and go to bed. A few days later. Thankfully. They recognized him. 500 an hour" "Oh". The parents heard nothing more from him." "Son. "Dad. . Why do you ask such a thing?" Son: "I just want to know. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. We find it easy to love those who are goodlooking or fun to have around." said the father. what it is?" Son: "Dad. I want him to live with us. how much do you make an hour" Daddy: "That's none of your business. beautiful. "you don't know what you're asking.
reaching under his pillow he pulled some crippled up notes. said the man. started to get angry again. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. "Are you asleep. 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. If we die tomorrow. those close to our hearts. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us. Have a nice day. And come to think of it. The man. the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. the man had calmed down.. then looked up at his father.Think why you are being so selfish. "Because I didn't have enough. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.300 you asked for" The little boy sat straight up. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior" The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. Here's the Rs. . I'm awake." the little boy replied. but now I do. 300 and he really didn't ask for money very often!" The man went to the door of little boy's room and opened the door. "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. seeing that the boy already had money.. "Daddy I have Rs. son?" He asked.. "Why do you want money if you already had some?" the father grumbled. 500 now. smiling "oh thank you dad!" He yelled. may be I was too hard on you earlier". "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so." replied the boy. Then. and started to think: "May be there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs.. "No daddy. we pour ourselves more into work than to our family. "I've been thinking. The little boy slowly counted out his money.
"Life has to be an incessant process of repair and reconstruction. put some money in. Face your past without regret. if you want to travel without fear." What he had written was: "Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it. show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. He held up a sign which said: "I am blind." There were only a few coins in the hat. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective? Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have. Great men say. Write down what it's about next to the line. turned it around." 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. Invite others towards good with wisdom. A man was walking by.1000 deposit amount. knowing that you are the reason behind it!! Amazing Story: Monica married Hitesh this day. please help. When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry. . The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind. "Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?" The man said. At the end of the wedding party. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life. Keep the faith and drop the fear.A small thought…. you must have the ticket of a good conscience. of discarding evil and developing goodness…. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked. He then took the sign. A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. Be creative. Prepare for the future without fear. Live life with no excuse and love with no regrets. and wrote some words. Soon the hat began to fill up. "I only wrote the truth. In the journey of life." The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling… And even more beautiful is. Be innovative. With Rs. I said what you said but in a different way. take this passbook.. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. Think differently and positively. Handle your present with confidence. Monica's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook. Mother: 'Monica. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.
Do the others with Hitesh. Monica got pregnant .. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made. huh? One day Monica talked to her Mother: 'Mom. vacation trip to Bali . Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and spend it first.. However. after years.The more memorable the event is. and so on.Kind of typical nowadays.2000. They didn't talk much.. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.. girl. Hitesh got promoted. This was what they did after certain time: .20 Mar: Rs. salary raise for Monica . I've done the first one for you today..' Monica shared this with Hitesh when getting home.1 Mar: Rs.7 Feb: Rs. the more money you can put in. But before that.15 Apr: Rs.. When you look back after years.200.100.' Monica thought it was true.... I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!' Mother: 'Sure... we can't stand it anymore. you can know how much happiness you've had.1000. they started fighting and arguing for trivial things.300..1 Jun: Rs. We agree to divorce. They regretted that they had married the most nasty people in the world. first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage . no more love. that's no big deal. do one thing first. Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it. .
and looked. Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not ask. Her eyes were then filled with tears. Hitesh gave the passbook back to Monica. asked him to spend the money before getting divorce. She left and went home. When she was home. Don't see the place where you fell. in any way. The next day. While she was waiting. She looked. I believe the money did not matter anymore after they had gone thru all the good years in their life. Life is about correcting mistakes . putting the passbook back to the safe. Instead see the place from where you slipped.So she went to the bank. She found a new deposit of Rs.5000.' They hugged and cried. she took a look at the passbook record. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind. waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account. How much happiness you've brought me. And a line next to the record: 'This is the day I notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years. "When you fall. she handed the passbook to Hitesh. and looked.
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