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