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